Story time: Back when your fateful narrator lived in the very humble Stewart Manor abode pictured in the Me, Myself & I section of this site, one of the neighbors with whom we shared our eastern wall was a complete fucking basket case—what my brother and his colleagues at the airport would call an EDP, that is, an emotionally disturbed person. I'm not worried about being insensitive here, because although he may indeed have had bipolar disorder as the landlord claimed to have heard, he was also a racist lunatic who would scream all sorts of horrible shit at his girlfriend, who was Latina. I hope she got out of there. If she'd killed him, I wouldn't have told. As it happened, he also played videogames at extreme volumes and screamed insane racist shit at people while doing that, too.
Thought experiment: Listen to every bar on Now Loading as if AWOL Da Mindwriter is screaming it at someone he's playing against in a videogame. (Maybe August Fanon?) You'll find there are actual inflection points—moments where the music aligns exactly with such a device, as if Pink Floyd really did record certain parts of Dark Side of the Moon over The Wizard of Oz. The lunatic on the grass would be the skit at the end of "Hands on Me," down you'll go "Swatting." If AWOL was simply the videogame name check version of The Game's rap game name check, there wouldn't be as much to say. Instead, he's more the augmented reality hologram projecting 64 bit graphically rendered matrices of a day in the life (of August Fanon), Channel Zero dream casting Channel 37. Log on.
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