
The first time I heard “Diamonds” off of J Dilla’s unreleased MCA album was at The Shining album release party two years ago. House Shoes and J. Rocc were on the tables, Dilla’s little brother, Illa J, had just spit Jay’s verse on “Shake It Down,” and Dilla’s mother, MaDukes, was sitting with Common right there to the left of me.
Then the uplifting keys dropped and Jay came in “Bling! Bling!” and I was sold. It was a track and a moment that healed the soul and took a fresh breath and felt like, “Yes, it’s good to be alive.”
I started bugging Shoes endlessly for that track.
Please?
Nope.
Please?
Nope.
Please?
Hell no. You can get it when it comes out.
When?
When MCA takes it off the damn shelf and let’s people hear it.
No one except a select few had that album – not even Shoes had the whole thing. MCA sat on it because it was too far left for them. But Dilla’s posthumous popularity grew and rumblings of “It might actually come out” started its ever-so-hopeful buzz.
Then, as inexplicable yet calculated as a sunrise, the entire album was leaked. Now neither Jay’s estate nor MaDukes will ever see a dime for his remaining opus. And if you think the Yancey cup runneth over from all his work, think again of the medical bills surmounted in his eleventh hour.
Yeah, I downloaded it. Guilty as charged. And I put the folder on my desktop as a reminder of the failings of downloaders like me. It sits next to another album that will never get it’s comeuppance – Bilal’s Love for Sale.
For my money, Bilal’s voice is among the best of our generation. But we haven’t gotten a proper release from him since 1st Born Second in 2001. He went crazy on his MySpace when LFS was leaked, talking about Universal might shelve it because of download traffic. And they did.
I want to make one thing explicit — I don’t blame downloading or the Internet for doing wrong by Jay and Bilal. I blame the record labels. I hold them wholly responsible for having linguini spinal columns in the face of a digital-age scare.
It’s an awkward dance between the label and the artist – the label sees the listening public walking over, trying to cut in on their dance, so they step all over the artist’s toes to avoid the inevitable. Finally, the label gets so flustered maneuvering the artist away from John Q Public, it just dumps her off like she’s trifling. But the label didn’t see JQ Public holding out $20 like “Here! I’ll pay you for a dance with her, I just wanted to see her moves first.” But now she’s nowhere to be found. Probably picked up by an indy label who can’t afford to put her up like it should.
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