Further, even when he gets to rapping, Mos Def seems to be short on ideas. Maybe someday far into the future, when rappers release albums comprised entirely of "Guess who's back" or "The Champ is here" sentiments, we will look back on Mos as a sonic pioneer. Perhaps Mos should be duly credited for being perhaps the first emcee to begin an album with not one, but two boring intro tracks. Sadly, The New Danger isn't helping me at all. Slated as major characters in film adaptations of two of my favorite books of all time (John Kennedy O'Toole's Confederacy of Dunces, which mercifully may have been shelved, and Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy), I have been preparing myself for the exposure by trying to recall his Blackstar days, long before Def fell into the rapper-slash-actor limbo that swallows so many of hip-hop's finest. For the next year or so, it appears as if my fate (at least in regards to pop culture) will be tied to Mos Def.
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