Music Therapy

Okay, so I apolgize in advance, what you are about to read will: A. Make you dumber. B. Offend some of you, and in that case, I apologize for my language, and I assure you that my views are not projected by my phresh vherbz. C. You tell me.

Its a sadaday night n'I got nothin to do

All I fuddin got is my mudda fuddin crew

They dont really like me

But I buy them all these nikE(e)s

And I hate just gettin  stuck in mah room like at schoo

Conans alright

but im feelin it tonight

My geddup is tight

and my fists are-ready to fight, aight?

Im dressed to impress

and my whip is phresh

these niggaz never seen such skillz in chess.

We pull up to the club and we swerve like a lesbian

WE act like thespians

and look like the mezcreans

We walk on in that door and we cool like a ceiling fan

we glide like pedestrians

and stride on dem bitches nigga.

Our doh be flyin all through the air

all dem bitches be scream gimme more cyfokair (a variation of my rap name)

Its rainin is pourin cause i been on dat grind

I been workin hard and dat success i find

Its never good to be one dem hate-in nigz

because sticks can break yo bones and dem twigz, bitch

I was rollin home, my mood kinda sober

I took a shower and watched steven colber

He made my laugh

and he made me cry

will smith dont cuss

but that aint I

Okay, so basically, this is embarrassing, but i had a horrible night and I had to unwind, so i made a slightly vulgar rap. Believe it or not, it works though, I started this thing depressed, and I finished comparing myself to will smith. Never fails. 

Listening: Dem Phresh Beats playin in mah headddddddd

God Cop, Bad Cop Part Two

One time I stole this Hamm's hat from my friend Derek Hammond. I love Derek dearly, but i wanted that hat. He didn't seem too emotionally attached to the hat and so I thought I would be justified in "borrowing" the hat for a while. He still doesnt know, that he will never see the hat ever again.

It all started when my friends and I went to the worst show ever. In springfield illinois there is this abominable venue called the Black Sheep Cafe. Imagine one of those old cute buildings that you might find on an old town square. Now take away the cute part and add in alot of dirt on the floor, the grossest bathroom in illinois, a bunch of meat heads waiting to prove how br00taL they can be in the pit, and Sam Barsi. Yeah, thats pretty bad. Anyway, thats where we went. 

The show itself was really bad, except for one band. We regretted not being late. The bands were terrible, and it was too cold to go outside. Just for clarity, I know I am making myself sound like the victim here. I know that I chose to go here and everything, but the night turned sour, I promise. All of the bands were bad though, except one. Not to mention, poor sam barsi hadnt had dinner yet. The only good thing sam barsi had was derek's hamms hat, and even with that, things looked grim.

After the show, we decided to grab a bite, so we aimlessly drove around untill we found a Denny's. Sweet. We all got french toast slams. At about the the same time, they brought us the food, this really drunk guy walked up to our table. He looked at us with these googly eyes. And then his focused on me. 

He said, "DOOOD! Wharred you ghettt that hat??? I yused toooo, haave dat same hat!! IT WAS MY F**King Favorite. Whered you get it."

I was tired and when im tired, i tend to withdraw a bit socially so i was a bit less assertive than normal, this may have been my downfall.

Anyway, I said. "This is my friends hat, Im borrowing it, I cant really sell it or anything."

Then he talked about how bad hamms beer was, but he said it was like 5 dollars for a 12 pack in Missouri, which is pretty cheap. While this was happening one of my friends (aaron) was in the bathroom and the drunk guy sat in his spot. It was awkward when he came back. 

Eventually the drunk guy returned to his seat.

We ate our meal and really forgot about the the drunk guy. We were all starting to feel better, and the coffee i was drinking was starting to kick in and I was feeling better when...

That drunk guy got crazy! I heard something be hind me, but by the time I turned around, the drunk guy was pulling my hat off my head and turnign for the door, I had the window seat, so I had no chance on chasing him. And why would I do that anyway? Bold move right? I give him some props.

So anyway derek isnt getting his hat back.

On the way back, I got pulled over and ticketed. The cop was terribly impolite and he made all of these false accusations. I was going 70 in a 55. He asked us what we were doign at 2 in the morning and we told him we were coming back from a metal show. 

I think that guy was a country fan. Because officer john goddard had the last word that day. 

Good cop, Bad cop.

I know this wasnt one of my better writings, but I felt like I wanted to write, so I did. And I am really fortunate, and I know im not a victim. haha. thanks for reading.

currently listening: Deas Vail, White Lights EP

Future topics: 

Gettign out of a ticket, because officer John Goddard was out of his jurisdiction.

 

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

So you probably read the title of my blog and thought that I was gonna talk about womens suffrage or talk about girls having fun. Those things are fine and dandy, but really do not pertain. The truth is, I HATE THAT SONG! Today I was doing dishes, and that song came on and I wanted someone to hit me in the head with a bat in order for it to end. I dont even care if the bat that hit me in the head was made out of Miley Cyrus songs, It would have been better than having to endure such metaphysical terror. 

I am constantly annoyed by this. The station that my work is called K100 WKAI, and I will tell you that this station is exponentially shitty. Yeah I said shit, because thats what it is. Words like poo and crap are not nearly severe enough. But K100 WKAI's motto is "Today's Best Music." I have never gone farther from the truth in my life. I hear 2 Nickelback songs a night at least, I've been hearing that "keep bleedin" song for like 6 months, they are constantly playing washed up greenday songs that werent even good in the first place.

When there is so much phenomenal music in the world. Why limit your radio station to just a playlist of 120 songs or so it seems. Some days I hear the same song twice or three times. Its usually not a good song. I would bet money that more people hate k100 than like it. 

Ill admit Im a music snob, I really am. But shouldn't the DJs be too? I mean what are they donig for the future of music? Isnt it their job to play good music?

Wait, what? Its about the money?

Figures.

Listening: Godspeed! You Black Emporer/ Save Ferris

Future Topics:

Doing Dishes

Miley Cyrus

Thinking

What to do about FLAT TIRES

What to do about Whattodoabout.com

One time I was at dinner with some friends from work and conversation was flowing. Someone whom I was dining with mentioned an Indian Man in telling a story. For clarification, another dinner of mine asked the question, "Dot or Feather?" Everyone at the table kind of stopped and looked him, we were all thinking, "What?" From here he went on to explain that he was asking weather it was the kind of Indian person to have a dot on their forehead (traditional religious belief of India) or a feather that would refer to a Native American Indian that wore a head dress. Anyway, I thought it was really funny.

The stereotype of Indians with dots on their foreheads really only remind me of one thing right now. Seven Eleven General Stores. (I always have had a strange thought process.) My first experience at a Seven Eleven General Store was two days ago. I was visiting Chicago (Im still there even now, but thats a different story) and I needed a vitamin C fix so I went to hook myself up at a seven eleven.

I walked into the place and It hit me like a brick. A wall of sound. There were people dancing, and it was strange, but it took me a minute to realize that I had just walked into a General Store off of the streets of Chicago and they were blasting the song "you make me wanna lala." At this point, I did want to LaLa.
I thought it was so cool. I had never walked into a general store/dance party before.

The guy at the check out was like 50, Italian (not indian), and he was awkwardly moving with the music. He sold me my bottle of Naked, and I walked out pondering. Like a farm boy in the city.

Dorky ending I know.

Listening: Panera Smooth Jazz Playlist

Future Topics: Tire Trouble

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Its a fact of life: you make an innocent harmless mistake while driving, and a suited man with a gun and a car with flashy blue and red lights gets behind you and flags you to the side of the road with his light show of terror. Your heart rate escalates, your eyes dialate, and you brace for what could make or break the rest of your day. Or if your my friend L.W. alot of days. :)

The other day my band: Emporia, played a show in keokuk IA. We played in a venue called "Music at the Mall." Its a really cool place, for young bands like us to play and start building a fan base. Everything was going extremely well until after the show when we decided to go to McDonalds. We got there at 10:50 and we were about halfway through our meal when the abominable b**** employee lady came up and rudely rudely kicked us out. So we left, we wernt really mad, but we were a little upset and felt like the man was already stickin it to us. As a metal band that didnt feel so good.

As we left, and started driving home through Keokuk, we were pretty distracted because we were thinking about the boss lady kicking us out. Before we knew it, there were those terrifying red and blue lights behind us. We got pulled over, and now I wonder if that McDonalds closing nazi lady called us in, because I dont know how fast I was going but it wasnt fast. The officer came up and asked me for my ID and whatever else. I gave him my cracked IL ID and he huffed, "YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, WHAT DID YOU WASH IT?" He seemed really pissed. Then he asked us what we were doing. I told him we were a band. He asked what kind.

Let me say something about this guy. You know those people in Illinois or IOWA that talk like they may be from like Arkansas or some where southern?  Like the der der der sounding language? This perplexes me. I grew up with a kid that talked like that. He always did since like first grade. He lived on a farm, so maybee it was all of the fertilizer fumes or something, I dont know;  but this guy talked like that. I assumed he listened to country music, so I hesitated.

Then he said, "Let me just tell you, I dont listen to country." I said the word metalica. And he let us go. Nice guy.

Listening: Miles Davis, Dillinger Escape Plan

Future Topics: More about cops?

Untitled

First thigns first. This dude is in a good band, they actually write songs for radiohead. Yeah, I said it.

I have been to all of my spring 09 classes now. Its goign to be a long and hard semester. But whatever, i can deal. This is what happens if you cell phone goes off in class. Two of my professors have this 'policy.'

The teacher who this video is based from is my Philosophy teacher. Hes a bad ass so far.

Men in the Bathroom

The other day I was walking through the shampoo isle at walmart and I suddenly had the desire to buy a can of hairspray. I took it home, and that night before I took a shower, I spent ten or fifteen minutes soaking my head with the stuff and styling my hair in different ways. It was interesting to me. I had never done such a thing and it was strangely entertaining.
I think alot of people do some of their best thinking in the shower. To be honest, it may be the only time that people spend in silence to just group their thoughts. That is something I think is really important. That is also something that is off topic and will possibly be talked about another time.
But while i was washing the the hairspray out of my hair in the shower, I started thinking. I asked myself: What would my father think of this? Am I metrosexual yet? (Id rather not be) Should I pick a style and wear it out? (Maybee I am :/) haha
Anyway, going to class today, I paid alot of attention to peoples hair. And there were actually more guys than I expected that wore their hair in some sort of style besides the default. So I felt a little better. And then I thought about the movie O Brother Where Art Thou. And if you have seen it, the main character had an obsession with his hair. Then I didnt know if I should feel better or not.
I may as well experement with it though. I did buy the stuff. If people call me metro or gay so be it. I know the truth.

Listening: Garden State Soundtrack

Future Topic Ideas:
Going to and People at The Rec Center
Thinking in the Shower
Shopping Malls
Walking the Dog
Snow
Nostalgia
Booze
YouTube Videos Involving the word "Genitals"