"This is anti-autotune. Death of the ringtone. This ain't for iTunes. This ain't for sing-a-longs. This is Sinatra at the opera. Bring a blonde. Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song."
Remember a few years ago when grown men from Wall Street were wearing florescent colored all over print hoodies on the weekend to flex. Soho became a skittle factory. I never understood that shit. Bandwagons are a funny thing. Almost as funny as trends.
Somewhere there's a correlation between the classic photography of Phil Stern and the message of Jay's new track that dropped on Friday. I'm feeling both really hard right now. This is Death of Autotune. Moment of Silence...