This incredible:

I’ve had a beat off of Dilla’s album “Donuts” set as my cell phone ring tone since sometime late last November. Every time my cell phone has rung over the course of the past five months, I have heard this song, usually in short, inconvenient snippets. This beat enters my life on a hyper-daily routine, interrupting me while I take a shower, while I’m scrambling to make dinner, while I’m trying to relax with my water colors.

And yet…

I still love this fucking song.

I’ve never had a cell phone ring work this way. The default Cingular ascending scale makes my spine crawl. Europe’s “Final Countdown” no longer reminds me of Gob Bluth’s prancing magic routines; it’s like prying off my fingernails with broken shards of chalkboard.

Yet not Dilla’s “Worikonit.” I pop in “Donuts,” perhaps the greatest collection of hip hop beats ever, and it gets my head bobbing in that special way hip hop heads bob heads; it can’t be helped, it’s too beautiful.

Here’s to you, Dilla.