De La Soul, De La Soul Is Dead (1991)

Bradley once told me a story about the one and only time he saw Ray Liotta in person. Ray, as you know, passed away this year, God bless him. I can't remember the name of that restaurant in Nashville where Bradley worked as sous-chef. I've eaten there, you know it, but I'm sorry, I can't remember.

Anyway, Liotta and some of his people were in Nashville and dropped by the restaurant, having reserved a table. Bradley said everybody was nervous and waiting to pucker to kiss butt, willing to accommodate whatever Uncle Ray wanted. B said Uncle Ray sat down, took one look at the menu, and said "No," and got up and left with his people.

That's how I felt as soon as I put on De La Soul Is Dead. No.