I had a conversation recently while DJing abroad about the late great Big L, and proceeded to inform the guy that I was fortunate enough to meet the not-so-Big-in-real-life L a few years ago at a Knowledge of Self gig here in Brighton. Before his set he was kind enough to rock a 3 minute freestyle into my dictaphone, which was, needless to say, all that and then some. I don't remember when or where I last saw the dictaphone and the tape. I think it got lost in one of those boy/girl break-ups. Just one of those things that has, sadly, been confined to memory alone. Once again, Big L rest in peace.
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