while on the way to rehearsal,
while listenting to CRU: Da Dirty 30,
which I haven't done in, at least, the 6.5 years I've been periodically milling about NYC.
A strange concurrence of highly un-likely events.
"Pronto" is one of the most ridiculously glaring wastes of a grand, grande beat ever to have been laid to reflective disc.
The rest of the album is, largely, time wasted as well. Oh, that glorious period in the 90s when 20 tracks and double CDs became perfunctory-if-not-compulsory.
I blame Tupac.