01/08/2025
Four days after my 24th birthday, The Roots dropped “Do You Want More?!!!??!”. For a moment, it felt like things were finally happening. We shot a few videos, rocked shows that turned heads, and hope was in the air.
Then… reality hit. We opened for the Beastie Boys and learned a lot about touring, but when that ended we were on our own.
Honestly, it was a blessing things didn’t blow up immediately. That year was full of panic attacks, creative blocks, and financial strain. Friendships were strained. Addictions loomed. Some days I wasn’t sure we’d even make it to 1996 — let alone my 30th bday.
By July, we were grinding through a brutal three-week tour in Italy — 100 degree heat, no AC, police harassment, and a cramped deep fried p**s tourbus. Finally, the last day of this stretch in Zurich on August 1st gave us a break from the misery. It felt like the Shawshank escape!
I wanted to kiss the ground when we arrived at the venue. While everyone else was still asleep on the bus, I jumped off 1st to cop a shower & fresh towels.
I opened the dressing room door and man… relief: AC at last, a fridge with ice-cold milk & Cocoa Krispies, plus Turkey & Cheese sandwiches! I was sorting my laundry when I noticed something on the table.
A purple cassette tape.
I picked it up slowly and read the label: “Only Built 4 Cu—-… OMG!!!
*pwheen* to the bus to show the cats. Turns out ODB had been in that room the night before & left his tape behind. That moment was like going from black-and-white to color in The Wizard of Oz.
That tape came at the perfect time — it reignited my spark & answered “why I chose this life” & it saved our band. Suddenly, we were all geeking out about every detail: Why were the drums on “Criminology” mixed so low? Could you even dance to “Knowledge God” outside a club? Who had the best verse on “Guillotine”?
Hours passed, and my bowl of cereal was still untouched & soggy. We played that tape three times in a row. The creative spark was back. As soon as we got home, we started working on what became “Illadelph Halflife.”
That was the best worst summer of my life.
Happy 30th 1995!