If you like hunting, you take your kids hunting. If they don’t like it, whatever. But you showed them who you are, and you led them to a new experience. Let the chips fall where they may.In my case, I like music. I like playing it, studying it, listening to it, talking about it. I can’t be myself without showing my love for music. Thankfully, my family loves music, too. (Kinda hard not too.)We don’t always like the same albums or songs, or maybe we just aren’t in the mood for the same type of jams. But there’s always music playing at my house, and Nola, my 13 months-old child is my biggest enthusiast-in-crime.

Karate is an under-the-radar three-piece group known for its curious blending of Slowcore, Blues and Jazz. The music has a distinct garage-rock vibe and most probably wouldn’t find “studio perfection” in the band’s recordings. Steely Dan is clean. Karate is dirty. The types of rock that the inject their Jazz into are wholly different.

Woods and his cohorts (but especially Woods) do not rap like other rappers. The phrases end with rhymes, sure; but the delivery is only slightly tethered to the groove. Like an expert jazz soloist, the performers’ cadences wander off time only to land seamlessly back into place. The lyrics are not typical either. They eschew conventional storytelling. Instead, they get the point via imagery, turns of phrase, and esoteric references.

I don’t wish to write about Dilla’s life. (That’s already been done better than I ever could, several times over.) But I do wish talk about the utter genius of J DIlla and how one of his albums, in particular, affected my life. If I had to choose an all-time favorite album, it would be his swan song Donuts.