“Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time
Los Angeles: The early hours of October 23, 2002 a young music producer making his way back from another late studio session is seriously injured in a car crash.
I learned how Kanye West recovered from the night he almost killed himself in a Lexus, to find his voice – metaphorically and physically following re-constructive jaw surgery – 18 months later, constantly spinning two thick black vinyl discs at a steady 331/3 revolutions per minute on the turntable my brother had squeezed, with a mixer and a second deck, on the worktop in our tiny kitchen. At times I barely made it past the first five tracks (including the opening skit) as I just dropped the needle back instead of flipping to side B . Continue reading