Confusing Linx

It’s very nearly 11:00pm, the time when I’d planned to hit “send” and thereby submit a piece I’m writing on Jay-Z and Raekwon. It’s not finished, though—or, not finished enough, anyway—and that’s partially because what was supposed to be a short writeup on their new albums has sent me digging through the fascinating junk-drawer of my unsorted thoughts on hip-hop as pop. Like when you’re supposed to be cleaning your room, but you discover a forgotten notebook or decades-old clippings mixed in with random photographs and trinkets and mementos that suddenly seem, in virtue of both their dilatory value and their mysterious confluence, like indispensable evidence in some undefined, but altogether pressing, investigation. Will post selections from said junk-drawer later, if I can sort through them sufficiently to gauge their worth.