Every Rosh Hashanah, Passover, and Thanksgiving, I try to put my family on to some good music and I invariably fail. The conversation always strays to the mediocre rapper du jour from six months ago and/or a roundtable discussion on the latest Kanye endeavor. Tonight, I’m not falling into that trap. But maybe I’ll retreat into my room and put this on and maybe someone will ask me to run back Chuuwee’s verse. Maybe.