"She be walkin' round actin' all stank. And now she at the party lookin at me..."

Here's the scene. A week or two ago when I was at home taking care of my dad after his shoulder surgery, one of my responsibilities became dropping off and picking up my mom from her workplace - an elementary school in Newark. In the afternoons, the kids would hang around outside, waiting for their families. The first day, I noticed that ours was the only car not blasting rap or hip hop. The second day, I rolled in with some Kanye, and when my mom got to the car and opened the door, the kids turned their heads our way appreciatively. I told my mom I was going to up her music cred by the time the week was out. One song that I heard everyday that it seemed everyone happened to be listening to was Swizz Beats' Money in the Bank.

And you know what? It is maddeningly addictive. I kind of wish I was Harlem shuffling to the chorus right now. Except, I never do that in public.




Swizz Beats - Money in the Bank from One Man Band Man