Listening to Jay-Z - he's like Matsui's and Mussina's Yankee years: such grimly dogged unrelentingly reliable quality-of-production for so long that it's boring. Never falling down interestingly, far, hard or long enough for us to really appreciate their excellence quite as much as I think we otherwise would. (The "how can I miss you if you won't go away" problem)
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