Donuts was never meant for you. It was never meant for me. It’s a private and personal record, a conversation between an artist and his instrument, which just happens to be the history of recorded music. It’s the final testament of a man coming to terms with his mortality; a last love letter to his family and the people he cared about. It’s clearly a record about death; the evidence found in its rebus of samples, sequencing and song titles leaves little doubt of that.
