Today I listened to Eazy-E's "Eazy-Duz-It" album for the first time in, oh I don't know....... FIFTEEN YEARS. I double click on the first song, "Still Talkin' " and found myself astonished that I still knew every word. Sitting at at my desk I was instantly transported back to High School. I sang along to the entire song, word for word, OUT LOUD.
Can you imagine a more pathetic scene? A thirty something career woman sitting at her computer singing, "Tell yo' momma to get off of my tip, I have no time to give her my d*ck."
Sigh. I can't believe I listened to this stuff growing up. What a poseur. I was driving around in a white convertible rabbit with a perm wearing Keds, listening to a rapper describe killing gang members, selling drugs and screwing hookers. Ummmmm, kinda lame in retrospect.
But I do love this album. And I love the memories it brings back. In fact, I once saw Eazy E. My friends and I ran into him at Jerry's Deli on Ventura of all places. There Eazy was, with his possee at a Jewish deli in the valley. My friends and I screamed and cooed and giggled all the way back to the car. I dropped my keys on the way out and he actually picked them up and handed them to me. Eazy was actually a nice guy!
I wonder how much street cred he lost with Dre when he ordered matzo ball soup and a knish?
