Woke up this morning, devilin' on the mind. As we listened to the Geto Boys, we came back to the crossover tension of the streets. It's one of those Xeno's paradoxes, dig? The closer you get to the other side, not matter which way you're going -- to the unnaground or to your piece of the pie -- you still have an infinite distance to traverse. It's like that, and that's the way it is.
So as we listened to the boys our mind deviled over to the book of Langston. No one has mastered the details of crossing over better. And we blew the dust off of Street Scene. We'll have much more to say over @ the blue light in the near future. But just hold the big crux for a minute: how far from the street is an opera? how close to real is the street?
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