Ain't really nothing to say about the man.  His music says much more than any of us ever could.  I'm just really feeling this one, ya'll.  He's the first of this school of hiphop - the children of Native Tongue - to pass away.  Now I know how New York hardcore heads must have felt when Biggie died, or what Cali cats must have felt about Pac. 

Truth is, if Dilla was from any of our hometowns, we would have known him.  He was one of us - just better than any of us at making ridiculous beats and being one of the best producers of this generation.  Who made better albums?  With clean transitions, fluid movement and emotional journeys?  He understood music.  He was just moving past hip-hop comparisons, as one of the greats of music.  So many classic albums with no pub for his contributions.  So many great songs for other artists pushed out of sight by lackluster singles he didn't produce.  Fuck, man.

Just can't stop listening to them Donuts.  And I never will...