(The title of this post is the answer to the question, "For God's sake, does anyone need another Tupac book?")
OTD's seeds got these Disney books where the pages are actually envelopes and you can pull out, like, Cinderella's to-do list and the actual invitation to the ball? So, um, this book is like that . . . only without the street cred. Although we gotta admit, we'd kind of like to have our own keepsake replica Death Row contracts . . . if only to wave at haters when we suckass iPod-DJ at parties. That would be pretty dope. From the press release:
TUPAC SHAKUR LEGACY is far more than just a book. As a unique and special tribute to the memory of Tupac’s irreplaceable genius . . . [it's] a hands-on, interactive, portable museum that’s not just a portrait of the artist, but a knowing, revealing glimpse into the world – and mind – of one of hip-hop’s most revered poets . . .
Using recovered and removable exact replicas of documents, including everything from a 1984 playbill for a Harlem festival featuring a very young Shakur to the infamous handwritten contract with Death Row Records, TUPAC SHAKUR LEGACY stands alone in revealing the superstar as he saw himself: both supremely confident and supremely vulnerable.
Far from superfluous, the documents (and the audio CD that also accompanies the book) serve as reminders that before he was known as an amazing artist, Tupac was already an extraordinary person.