Piñata was an odyssey. Way too much to include here. We worked on it for years, and nothing was ever certain except for the fact that we’re doing it. We tried possibly having a label partner, but never did. That other camp mostly handled that, and they never heard anything that made them happy enough to sign. Them having their own label gives you that freedom. That camp is smart too. Artistically, Jank is one of the greatest. It was fun to work and talk with him for that little bit. The 1960s alt cover he made for this album is brilliant and perfect. I came up with the notion that every song should be one word. I also didn’t want any of the features listed on the back cover. My initial idea was to attempt to turn the tracklisting into a poem of sorts that becomes a poster with the back cover artwork. It was my shoot for the stars idea, but I at least got my one word song titles.
The great thing about this album is that everybody wanted in on it. Asking for a feature was not difficult. Face gave us the homie discount, but he’s the only artist we paid, and we were happy to do it. Everybody else was a verse swap, or just done. There was a fight for a few of these features to stay on the album. I’ll just say that quality control was an issue. There’s a few that he really does not like, but he tolerated them for the look. Badmon was actually taken off the album because of his verse. Not that it was bad, but it didn’t match his verses. I’m pretty sure they even asked if he wanted to re-do it, but he didn’t, so he was taken off the album, and we had the first verse for our Knicks Remix already in the pocket. The early version of the album has Knicks with the two of them. I felt bad when it happened, but there was nothing I could do. Home was originally going to be on the album as well, but then it was put aside for a remix release. I was really happy G-Wiz got on the album. He put in a lot of work for free, and his verse is fire, so that was dope.
The Piñata shows are going great, but I can’t fully enjoy them. The NY show is sold out and we’re all out there for it. It’s one of the greatest shows I’ve ever seen, and something I’ve always dreamt of being a part of. Everything about the show, absolute perfection. There was even a moment where he was having a panic attack backstage, and I straight up saved him.
The backstage is a big ass square room with a bathroom / dressing room to the side, and he’s in the bathroom, getting dressed and ready. I see his head poke out the door, looking nervous and frantic. He looked at that other guy and tried to say something to him, but he was having a conversation and didn’t notice. Then he saw me, and I could see something wasn’t right. I darted across the room quick as shyt and got in the there with him, closing the door behind me to hide us from the crowd. He’s having trouble breathing, and his heart is racing. I’m holding him up with one arm, with my other hand on his chest, feeling it explode. I give him some water, and start talking him through some meditation breathing techniques that I recently learned from a friend. A technique that helped me lots, and saved him that night. It took a second, but with my help he calmed down, started breathing normally again, and everything was ok. I felt great being able to help. We took a photo with the whole crew backstage, and I was over the moon elated the whole time, one of the happiest nights of my career. Right up until the show was over.