Mac Miller and I just vocally collaborated. Standing together on the roof of the Cardello Building, overlooking Pittsburgh’s North Shore, we’re exchanging phone numbers for a follow-up chat, and rather than recite the digits, he delivers them like lyrics in a verse.
It brings to my mind the 2005 song by rapper Mike Jones called “Back Then.” Out of my mouth flow the lyrics, “281-330-eight-zero-zero-fo’,” and Miller quickly chimes back, “Hit Mike Jones up on the low, cause Mike Jones about to blow.”
Talk about a defining moment — all of my incessant listening to hip hop music has paid off, and a song that’s come onto shuffle on my iPod one too many times is allowing me to spit a line with one of my favorite artists, on a rooftop in the city where we both grew up.
The metaphor is undeniable on this particular Monday afternoon. It’s as hot a day as we’ve seen the entire summer, and Miller’s career is no different — he’s on fire. Of course, with increased fame comes a hectic schedule, but as Miller floats around the rooftop, cracking jokes and keeping an endless grin going, it’s easy to see that he hasn’t forgotten how to have fun.
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