There’s a shared experience when you really sit down and read something that someone else wrote. That someone else wrote thinking you’d be out there reading it. Not knowing much about you, but trying to share an experience with you or to share an emotion with you.
I called it Two Nine as a tribute to its predecessor. I liked that…besides the obvious nod to the mixtapes it seemed that on rating scale of one to ten, I could justify thinking that I’d pick songs that people would have a hard time saying were a 1. The ten on that scale is a moving target that looks nothing like itself depending on who you talk to. Nobody has the same ten.