Wrong Firestein

My nephew gave me one of these smart telephones you hold in the palm of your hand. I figured I might as well check and see what people have to say about me. Not that I care. I hit up the google net and was immediately furious.

What kind of bullshit is this? I have an extensive discography with years of experience dishing out sophisticated soul jams. Yet, “the man” still has to put some other white dude’s face to my name.

Y’all ain’t keeping Doug down!