I used to be able to listen to gangster rap. Southern Rap used to interest me. Not anymore.

This past year I spent a lot of time re-listening to and discovering the Madlib catalog. Needless to say, the man is a genius; an evil genius. I had owned a copy of his CD The Unseen (Under his Quasimoto persona)  for quite some time, but I had only given it brief listens. Sure, I had some favorite tracks. We even threw some into the podcast. But around New Years I sat down and gave the album a complete listen. Then again. And again. And so on.

Later, I tried to listen to my other rap. It was awful. Everything sounded too loud. All of the vocals were screaming at me. So I went back to Madlib; and up until about 2 weeks ago that was all I listened to. Eventually, I began to ease myself back into other rap, and I started to enjoy my other music again. But not as much. Everything else still sounds wrong. I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure if I’ll ever like my music as much again!!! And its all Madlib’s fault.

I don’t want to post a track, because it might hurt you too. But I have to. It’s a music blog.

Quasimoto- Come on Feet