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I head down to the theatre district and make my way to the studio. I find myself at the address which is just a giant locked glass door. Slightly confused I press the buzzer and Joe comes down to meet me. We go upstairs, down a creepy black corridor, past a few other studios and end up in a huge room with a giant mixing desk. The studio was indescribable - it's the type of 'cool' that can only be replicated in America. Joe shows me what he's been working on and we talk about life for about an hour. Such fun. As it's time to leave I notice that there were a bunch of records boxed up. I asked what was happening to them. Another guy said they were going out in the trash. I quickly interjected with my biggest and most pleading smile, "Can I have one?".
"Sure," he said, "Take as many as you want".
I think my response was something like, "No freaking way!"
For fear of looking too uncool I grabbed a few that were on top. To me it wasn't about the artists on the records but perhaps who had used these records as samples. I like to think Diddy used them, or Kanye possibly sampled them, or maybe they were used on Jay-Z's American Gangster. Either way I'm stoked. I've got a piece of history, Bitch!
Peace, Morgs

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