I can still hear this song rattle out on the speakers of my 1989 sky blue Ford Taurus, the soundtrack to my own aimless teenage award tour. With vibes, keys, a fat bassline, and lots of rhymes about having the mic in your hand, this was music for mobility, a black-and-green CD that slid into my car stereo on Friday afternoon and didn't come out until after Saturday night. There weren't many real parties at age 16 and we often didn't have anywhere to go, but listening to this track helped us get there in style.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Day 16: Award Tour
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