I heard this being played by someone who was selling records and CDs in the street, next to a bar we went into last night. It's an old favourite of mine, from way back when hip hop was still good. There's no video, so enjoy looking at the album cover while you listen. It's by Big Daddy Kane, who hails from Brooklyn.
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“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’” -Sylvia Plath
There has been more discussion at Crooked Timber on David Kane's criticism of the Lancet study. In response to Tim Burke's comment:
If you read the comment threads on the Lancet study you will know that David Kane frequently pops up with dark hints the authors committed some sort of fraud. Well now he has argued that the Lancet study is likely to be a fraud because the response rate was so high.
UPDATE (Wed 29 April): As friends and family of the Urbanos and Kanes have been arriving here via web searches, I wanted to provide a compendium of individual obituaries and plans for visitation and funeral.