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Listening.
“OK. Next song.”
Silence.
Listening.
“OK. Next song.”
Silence.
Listening.
Our heads bobbing. A little.
Fuck.
We just looked at each other.
Fuck.“It’s kind of good. Like, it’s really, really good. What the fuck,” I said. There was nothing more to say. I think we even went back and listened to some of the songs again. And then, maybe, just maybe, again. And then perhaps once more. Fuck. Fuuuuuckkkkkkk.We made the decision at that moment that we should put it on someone’s desk at Interscope. I mean, no one was in the office. It was Saturday. And Conrad had said that he knew which desk belonged to the head of A&R for rap/hip-hop.So… that’s what we did.
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