Who's afraid of the big bad Wolfe?

I have said before what an interesting tool for the music lover the i-pod is. Not just for its storage and instant transportable access to your collection, its revolutionary features and pure design iconography. All of these are important in explaining how it has transformed music listening in a number of ways, but what has prompted my musings this morning is the track information it contains and displays. Now, you may be a rapacious reader of your sleeve notes, an internet junkie for all information available on every facet making up the music you love, but I am not. I like to know, but I wouldn't call it obsession. However, this morning as the welcome fuzzy bassline of the classic Chronic opener F*ck Wit Dre Day came on my i-shuffle and I glanced at the screen there were two words I knew nothing about: Dre featuring Snoop Dogg and Colin Wolfe.

Colin Wolfe? Who the hell was Colin Wolfe and what did he have to do with possibly the greatest album opener of all time. Well i'll tell you what. That fuzzy, fat bassline, that daaah-da-da-daah-dah...daah-dah, mirrored in the keyboard treble of the synthesized strings, that's Colin Wolfe. I still don't know anything about him, except that he has created one of the biggest sounds of mine and many other youths, and for that I say thank you, Colin Wolfe.