Daes & Times is the official debut album from the Boston bred rapper One Dae. After diving head first into New York’s battle scene of the late ‘90s, Dae made an instant splash after squaring off with Mos Def, landing him a write-up in The Source Magazine, titled ‘The Death of Battle Rap.’ Since then, the fiery emcee has made Brooklyn his home and has toured the world over, making music under his terms, without compromise.
After releasing several mixtapes, singles and videos, Dae is pleased to release his long awaited debut through his newly formed Daelight imprint, via Coalmine Records. The album enlists an impressive roster of guest features that includes Evidence (of Dilated Peoples), Sean Price, C-Rayz Walz and Statik Selektah, and boasts production from boom-bap specialist Marco Polo, Australia’s M-Phazes, and the legendary Domingo (KRS-One, Fat Joe, Big Pun, Kool G Rap), among others. Purchase your copy of Daes & Times today through iTunes, and on CD through both Fat Beats and UGHH.com.
A few words from your man Dae:
Remember how I’ve been warning you that I was preparing for battle (aka getting my sh*t together) and a day would come when I fired that first shot in the air and began my conquest? Well that day is here, just like I said it would come. When you were least expecting it… When all was quiet, on a rainy Tuesday in Brooklyn, where many great battles were fought. Today Daes & Times is released, a prequel to my career. An intentional regression meant to capture the pure “Boom Bap” sound. I chose to use this as my foundation and will progress from here. I evolved so quickly in my career, I never fully captured this thought. So that’s what this is. Where I came from. What started me. The beginning of the artist you know as One Dae. Yes this album sounds dated, that was the point. If you listen close you will find a deeper current running alongside the surface harmony driven by warm bass and pounding drums reminiscent of a human heartbeat. This isn’t sold music, it is soul music. It has no price, yet it has cost me everything, with the exception of nothing. And at the end of all that haunts me, is that microphone…That damned microphone. Staring at me like a starving cat too weak to cry, so it’s eyes are forced to make the sound. Everywhere I go it’s swinging back and forth…Inviting me to grab it…Oh how it loves when I give in and take a hold. I squeeze tightly like my grandfathers vice like hands around my thin arm as a child. It knows it has me. And once I start, I can’t stop…Not until everything is destroyed, examined, put back together and destroyed yet again. Oh how I wish I could just passively partake like the other users. They pick it up and place it back down nonchalantly, like a socialite her Virginia Slim. Like a prop, or a leather jacket, meant to enhance ones “cool”. But not I. I become consumed and engrossed and awaken the next day, sometimes in horror, as I can’t clearly recall the events of night past. Sometimes I hear stories of the massacres and cringe at every gory detail, especially my involvement in the melee. Oh what a tangled web I weave, and now you surely realize that you are dead center in the middle of it. Don’t resist…Just breathe. These are confessions of a microphone fiend.
Thank you for your continued support. Your man Dae thanks you greatly!