on the table among scattered woodchips , the scattered sawdust , the random handsaw , the handsome tablesaw , a new album from bun-b , nathan and i took different philosophical stances on the rap-hip-hop-bounce-whatever else genre and releases , him a fan , me not so much , the profane , the violence -- its just so subdued in what you listen to he would say and there was nothing left after that , he was honest with his music , taking in rap as well as any punk-emo-garage rock i could throw at him , as fluent in bun-b as in deerhunter .