I’ll never forget one particular lazy school afternoon about four or five years ago. I was at Sam Goody, a record store now known as F.Y.E to all you younger downloaders. There was $15 burning in my pocket and my fingers were flying through CD’s trying to find something new to take home and play. Nothing was catching my eye, I’ll buy an album just for the cover art if it is good enough but at the moment nothing was speaking to me. That was until I came across a CD with a soft woven looking cover layered with headphones, wood-grain and some small wording in the corner. Something about the quality of the album, that simple design, the worn out feeling literally made it jump off of the shelf. A walk to the register, 14 dollars and 95 cents later and I was walking home with a brand new album I knew absolutely nothing about.
The album that I was holding was The Listening from a group called Little Brother that I had at that time heard nothing about. An hour later I sat down at my desk, inserted the disc and sat back to see what would flow from my speakers.
The 18 tracks that followed would become one of my favorite albums of all time in a matter of one play as the flows of Phonte and Big Pooh and the melodies of 9th Wonder became the only language of communication I cared to pay attention to for the rest of the night.
Little Brother = KINGS.
The 18 tracks that followed would become one of my favorite albums of all time in a matter of one play as the flows of Phonte and Big Pooh and the melodies of 9th Wonder became the only language of communication I cared to pay attention to for the rest of the night.
Little Brother = KINGS.