After a long hiatus (that we will not get into–don’t want to mess up any book deals), my bro BlogXilla is back. He is going to take a week off –you know you have to take a vacation from the un-intentional vacation– and then get back on the grind!!

?uestlove, the talented and much-sought-after drummer for the The Roots, sat down with Blender’s Rob Tannenbaum to talk about his planet-size skull, emails with Prince, and why the hell he is taking Mommy vitamins.

That’s a nice self-portrait. But you don’t have any arms.
I don’tknow how to draw body parts. I’ve been told the black male celebrities with the biggest heads are Prince, Malcolm Jamal Warner, and me. I wear a size 8? hat. Like, you might as well put a belt on my head.

Do people ever confuse you with someone else?
Back in 1999, Prince gave a lunchtime concert and spotted me in the audience. He was like, “get on the drums.” The next day, a newspaper wrote, “The highlight of the jam was 1960s drum legend Buddy Miles, who is miraculously timeless.” The first e-mail Prince ever sent me had that article. Subject line: “What the hell is going on?”

Who is your fantasy woman?
I’ve got a crush on Tina Fey. I know that’s really un-hip-hop, but fcuk it. I ain’t ashamed.

How would you characterize your taste in sex?
It’s standard. Celebrity is the thin line between snapping your fingers and begging. Me? I’mm doing light begging.

Do you remember your first experience with alcohol?
I’m the only one in the Roots who doesn’t drink or smoke. Our first trip to Amsterdam, they were ordering peanut-butter-and-hemp sandwiches, so I ate a space cake, and nothing happened. Mind you, I was near 500 pounds at the time so I had three more. I was there with my tour manager and she had three eyes. The entire night I was throwing up. I was crying, “Don’t tell my mom! Don’t tell my dad!”

If we gave you a urine test, what would we find?
Some wheatgrass, and prenatal vitamins.

Why? Are you pregnant?
My trainer has me taking them. At first I was a little weirded out.

Prenatal vitamins: vey un-hip-hop.
Nothing about us is hip-hop.