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Yesterday I was lucky enough to be invited to witness history in the making. It started when got a call around 5 pm in the afternoon from an amazing woman named Sabrina saying, “hurry! we’re picking you up! get home, where are you!? something, something, blah blah blah …. blah .. Brooklyn….
JAY-Z!” Needless to say, that was all I needed to hear.
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Within an hour, we pulled up to the Brooklyn Navy Yard where I was escorted into a large studio or hangar or something, frisked, fondled, and detected for objects of the metal type. Inside the studio was a stage, a large screen about 150 ft. across, and a hundred or so seats with fancy weirdos sitting in them. folks like LA Reid, Beanie Sigel, Steve Stoute and little old.. ME. A producer took the stage and explained to all of us what was taking place, I would assume that most of the people in the room knew this already however I still didn’t know what the fuck I was doing there or what I was about to witness.
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The man with the scruffy face, black suit, and New Balances announced that the one and only Young Hov would be taking the stage shortly to perform songs from his new album (keep in mind no one in the world has ever heard them yet -except my friend Rich says he has but I haven’t yet confirmed that). The crowd was very fucking excited to say the least. Yada yada yada - lights dim, intro music plays, and JAY-Z enters stage left to the sound of a thunderous ROAR of cheers. He performed the first song and it was fucking NUTS. Everyone loved it, you couldn’t not love it. He performed another new song, and another, and anoother! ALL THEM.. CRACK. The music was retardedly amazing, the crowd had lost their minds, and Jay-Z had made history. Again.
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For those of you that don’t know me, I will tell you an important factoid about myself. I am a Jay-Z fan.
ITSYABOY!,
James