. . . ain’t cool no more . . .

faked by Sunday, March 2nd, 2003

so a good friend is down in new orleans for the week, hoping to catch as many concerts as possible. wednesday night he got to see interpol, and thursday was the ludacris show.

i was more interested in the ludacris than the interpol. i don’t like ludacris, but i figured the show would be a lot cooler. and it was! it was!

my pal:

“there were shout outs for every thing ever conceived of. i mean, cars, trucks, drugs, movies, actors, rappers, everything ever. but the best one was where ludacris goes ‘lemme hear y’all give it up for FUCKING!!’”

“you know, like fucking as a concept, an activity. intercourse. what the hell are you supposed to say to that?”

“the crowd, for whatever reason, clapped a little bit—not a lot, but a little. so he goes ‘SHEE-IT!! i guess FUCKINAIN’T COOL NO MO’!!’”

and that’s really all i have to say about the state of modern rap.

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