How in the world would I come up with such an abstract suggestion for "The Jay-Z of the South"? Credit the Metropolitan Transportation Authority yet again for being my muse.
One day a couple of months ago, while taking the subway in Midtown, I lost track of where I was and could only see part of a tile on the subway wall an inch or two beyond the top of the window:
The first thing that registered in my brain was "T.L." (lowercase T, curvy, modern L).It took a couple of seconds to figure out I was at the 42nd Street stop.
Then it took a few more seconds to realize that if there were ever a group called "T.L.," that'd make for a cool album cover.A few days passed before I realized that T.I. could tweak that image to suit his needs.
Pow! Now he can take advantage of merchandising opportunities, selling jerseys with the 42/T.I. logo on them.You're welcome, Clifford Joseph Harris Jr.!
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