I find it charming when rappers feel compelled to say what year it is in their songs.  I don’t know if this is happening as much any more.  But when you’re listening to BDP or De La Soul, and they get all haughty about how fresh they are in 1988, it’s kind of funny.  And cute.  You wonder if they continue to tour, repeating the original dates when they get to that part of the song, looking out at the crowd to see if they go crazy for 1991.

I wish I was a rapper.  I’d do that.