I’ve been grooving to this song for some time now, and have always thought that it would feel right at home in a Tarantino movie. Quentin, you listening? Come on man, give Baby Huey some love. If generations of hip hop pioneers find Baby Huey influential enough to sample, then I’m sure the rest of America would dig his vibe.
And a quick “heads up”! The wife’s parents are in town, which means a
disturbance in the force disruption to postings over here at Terrible Analogies. We’ll be going dark here for the next few days, but I’ll update as time permits.