Urgent tidings
So it is off to Italy then. If anything I am a curious bunny and the lure of the unknown tantalizes me at times about as much as steaming carrot pie on a window sill. I received an email yesterday from P Diddy. He wants me to fly in to lay some instrumentals for a Grandmaster Flash comeback album. As much as it would be an honor for me to do this, I have no urgent need “to make us a fine stack of cheddar, show them playa-hatin’ niggas what making paper‘s all about,” as Mr. Sean Combs put it. If perhaps I can find whatever it is I’m looking for, the source and cure for all the world’s evil, or perhaps just an of yet undiscovered facet of my own lagamorphic self in a reasonable time frame, I’ll make it in time for the remix album. Who knows? But for now I must make haste and learn what urgent tidings Cassandra has in store for me.