Aesop Rock probably hates that we all still love “Daylight.” But, as this was my introduction to what would become a nearly 15-year obsession with the tall one who lurks through the streets of San Francisco (I have spotted him several times, once inside Upper Playground circa 2004), I give

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

A veteran tour guide gives us the hidden trails, different seasons, and forgotten secrets on the Rock.

Maybe it’s because I’m no longer in college, but it seems to me that nobody cares about underground hip-hop anymore.  I remember having long, late night conversations over Budweiser and ganja, arguing the meanings of Aesop Rock lyrics and trying to decide if Slug’s “Lucy” was an actual person.  Those were the days