So, I recently came across this little guy.
Its the story of a man.
A man named Dirty. Or Osiris. Or Dirt Dog. Or maybe most importantly, Big Baby Jesus.
I'm still not quite sure what the story means; or if it means anything at all.
But here's what I do know. ODB was an integeral part of the most electric, brilliant and horribly offensive concert I have ever seen. Seeing the Wu when I was 16, was a Beatles on Ed Sullivan moment. A Yanni live at the Acropolis moment. From the moment the beat to "nothing to fuck wit" dropped, I knew I would never be the same once the lights came back on.
And I wasn't. Once the lights came back up, Dirty screamed "let's get all of these bitches up on stage!" And freestyled for a half an hour as the stage filled w/ women, eventually enveloping the whole crew. Only when the assembled vixens began staring at each other and the Wu was nowhere to be found, did the magnitude of what had just taken place, hit me.
Its the story of a man.
A man named Dirty. Or Osiris. Or Dirt Dog. Or maybe most importantly, Big Baby Jesus.
I'm still not quite sure what the story means; or if it means anything at all.
But here's what I do know. ODB was an integeral part of the most electric, brilliant and horribly offensive concert I have ever seen. Seeing the Wu when I was 16, was a Beatles on Ed Sullivan moment. A Yanni live at the Acropolis moment. From the moment the beat to "nothing to fuck wit" dropped, I knew I would never be the same once the lights came back on.
And I wasn't. Once the lights came back up, Dirty screamed "let's get all of these bitches up on stage!" And freestyled for a half an hour as the stage filled w/ women, eventually enveloping the whole crew. Only when the assembled vixens began staring at each other and the Wu was nowhere to be found, did the magnitude of what had just taken place, hit me.
