He died. Apparently my brother knew this. I did not. I wasn't a baseball kid, so I didn't give a shit. I was a basketball kid. I enjoyed watching Karl Malone brutalize people like Isaiah Thomas, and Mark Eaton. Great and terrible things were wrought in the Delta Center by The Mailman.
I also enjoyed skateboarding, masturbating furiously (while God wasn't watching, of course), and burning things. Above all, I loved Rap Music.
Fast forward to 2015 where I am mostly the same person, with less arson, more NFL than NBA, less skateboarding, more pussy, and quite possibly the same amount of masturbation (only now I use Dr. Bronner's magical peppermint soap in the shower sessions, and I don't worry about whether God is watching or not). I still live and breathe Hip Hop.
Apparently other people in the world, such as Canadians, knew about this band BADBADNOTGOOD. I did not. Therefore, like the Kirby Puckett thing, I did not know and/or give 2 watery whisky shits about it.
So now maybe there is an album called Sour Soul that they made with Ghostface, and I don't know if you know, but Ghostface Killah is a really wonderful rapper. Much like Tolkien he pretty much created an entire language one time. Maybe this album also has rappers like Danny Brown, who drinks and smokes and likes to eat pussy and will maybe one day die like a rock star. Also maybe a rapper from Detroit that is not Eminem and doesn't belong to Slum Village anymore. Maybe it also has a mysterious rapper named Doom who once made a song for the children which was called "Vats of Urine".
Maybe you should check it out for yourself.