Udał się Pitchforkowi wywiad z ?uestlove (i co że sprzed dwóch miesięcy), aż przekleję dwa najlepsze momenty:
When you first start off, you see what other people have and quietly say, „I want that.” Like, „Oh, Wyclef drives a Spider? I want that. Big Boi has an aquarium inside his bedroom? I want that.” At 25, my idea of success may have been more vain, like, „I’ll be good the day that there’s $20 million in my account and I have this particular house and the wife and 2.5 kids.” But at 40– and I know it’s kind of silly telling you guys this– but as long as my Metacritic rating stays above 80, that’s all I care about.
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back. I quit my job the day that that ca me out. I was cutting onions and potatoes as a short-order cook for this 50s-style restaurant chain. I would walk 12 blocks to work everyday, from West Philadelphia to the University of Pennsylvania, where the restaurant was. Before Nation of Millions, I would usually show up five minutes late. I didn’t care, I just had the job to earn extra money so I could buy records.
But when I bought that album, my entire walk changed. I wound up getting to work 20 minutes early, simply because you almost had to walk to the bpms of what you were listening to. And by the time that I got there, I just made it to „Show 'Em Whatcha Got” and, at work, I couldn’t stop singing that sampled horn line from the Lafayette Afro Rock Band. I went on my lunch break and was just like, „Fuck it, I’m not going back to work.” So I went to 7-Eleven, purchased about four Duracell batteries, and sat in a park from about 1 p.m. until about 6 p.m., just listening to that record.