http://youtu.be/F6AmqxSQ07Q One of the greatest (and most criminally slept on) albums of all time is ten years old today. I remember exactly where I was first time I heard, it and exactly how it made me feel - I was strolling up and down Manhattan in the blazing sunshine in a stars and striped wifebeater bumping it on my discman and shit made me feel like I was walking on moonbeams and shit, shit had me dancing and highfiving random strangers and all sorts. I actually taught myself how to do that Vulcan peace sign walking around Manhattan bumping this, flexing my fangers and elbow skanking. THANK YOU 213 FOR THIS ETERNAL GIFT THAT SOUNDS AS FIZZY AND FUTURISTIC TODAY AS IT DID BACK THEN.
RIP NATE DOGG.