A good friend of mine called me, drunk, at about 4 in the morning a few years ago. He was shouting into the phone, cackling, that he needed me to make him a hip hop album to spit to. He was very adamant. So I crawled under my desk, and emerged three weeks later with an album that he never wound up writing lyrics to. He's quite brilliant, just a little nuts. So now it lives as an instrumental album.
