That was my brain’s first reaction to realizing that I’d totally missed MF Doom’s birthday yesterday. He’s successfully lifted himself up to that fictional/mythical character level in my mind moreso than any other rapper, and it’s weird to think that he has normal stuff like taxes to pay and birthdays to celebrate and stuff. Pretty far out.
Anyway, happy birthday Metal Face. May your rhymes never weaken and your mask never tarnish.
MF Doom – My Favorite Ladies