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I do, which is why I start talking about how what I loved about the first record was the way it sounded like something that could've been made 60 years ago but also was so a product of its time, was so indebted to the rock-schooled hip-hop of cats (yes, I actually say "cats") like the Beastie Boys and Rick Rubin and Run-D.M.C. I know he's heard this before, probably dozens of times, but I spice it up a little bit--you know, to avoid a grab-bag redux.
"When I was listening to records and just really loving music," he enthuses, "the shit that I really loved was really great, like John Lee Hooker or Bob Dylan or Bob Marley or whatever--just listening to the masters, you know what I mean?"
Again, I do, which is why I tell him that I think his records actually capture a little bit of that spirit.
"Well, that's kind of like my lessons," he replies. "And then what I learned, I just kind of like do my own thing with it. The old is the influence, and the new is just our own voice, our own expression."
Yeah. I think G. Love is high.