i once made a new years resolution to not make anymore new years resolutions. its the only one Ive ever kept.
with the end of the calendar year quickly approaching though, its impossible to not look back and wonder what we've done wrong. and right. here's ten for both, in no particular order:
wrong-
10: failed to release a full length album
9: failed to start a savings account
8: have not repaid a cent of my student loans
7: murdered several chickens and ate them
6: still have not settled my beef with usher
5: still can't squash my ego
4: still haven't finished the metu neter
3: can't keep the 7 hermetic principles memorized
2: bought way too many pairs of dunks
1: went to go see boondock saints 2
right:
10: finally performed at the h.o.b.
9: rocked with killah priest
8: bought a Cadillac
7: made a friend
6: let go of the past (or at least tried to.....am trying to)
5: got a sleeve
4: discovered hallucinogens
3: kicked my sweet tea habit
2: lost weight
1: went on wwoz
and since this seems to be the season of list, here's a few more:
things i lost in 2009
1: Marvin dumes, Louise thomas, etc...
2: my last bit of faith in the two party system
3: my fear of being myself (or at least tried to.....am trying to)
4: patience and respect for rappers who go to jail
top moments of 2009:
1: doing a show while tripping balls
2: a first kiss
3: first ride in my caddy
top discovered music of 2009:
1: the new juvenile album
2: the xx
3: the black keys
4: skipp coon
5: Tyrone and carr (take me with you)
6: Melvin bliss (synthetic substitution)
top discovered movies/tv of 2009:
1:Lucifer rising
2: its always sunny in Philadelphia
3: darktown stutters
goals for next year:
1: less talk, more action
2: live free or die trying
3: a European tour. or any tour for that matter...
more to come...
12.30.2009
12.19.2009
the blizzard of '09
a fact based what if:
i left home on a damp Thursday morning in my Cadillac, with Wes Montgomery in my ear and 12 felony counts in m pocket; still a little hangover from the night before. a bad breakfast, six hours, a jet and a thousand some odd miles later I'm back in the bricks. the wonders of modern travel.
i spend the first night and day being homesick. i don't even like going to metarie, but fucking new jersey? 12 blunts, three bean pies, and some bullet proof Chinese food later i get over it. soon as trife is off work Friday, the real trip begins. we stretch time and mix video with our minds. smoke smoke smoke, and wait for snow that never comes. we pass out, wake up and start again. were downtown when the snow starts.
a couple hour and a train ride later were in times square tripping balls, walking in a fucking winter wonderland of falling snow and gigantic high definition screens. its all artificial daylight and multicolored snow. next thing i know were riding an elevator up to strakloves studio, and for the time being, being beings of time, we occupied the space with two dutches and some rhymes. time slips a bit again, and were back in the wonderland. i see some orange sneakers and i buy them. dunks match hallucinogens so well. i fall into a pita palace. guy says "falafel?" , i say, "naw i feel well. but can i get a sandwich." while there we listen to them talk about yams and gay rights. i left them with a Strong "power to the people!!" and they seemed to agree. meanwhile down South, the saints were losing. full and packing a pair, we head back to jersey. the snow is not so much fun anymore.
after barely making it out of some kind of crazy wind tunnel mini blizzard in front of pen station, i barley escaped when two snow covered hills made a serious attempt on my life. finally i make it back to my brothers house with some dunks and a bean pie, and another song under my belt. moral of the story?
hallucinogens + times sqaure x hip hop(fly dunks)\ a snowstrom = adventure
i left home on a damp Thursday morning in my Cadillac, with Wes Montgomery in my ear and 12 felony counts in m pocket; still a little hangover from the night before. a bad breakfast, six hours, a jet and a thousand some odd miles later I'm back in the bricks. the wonders of modern travel.
i spend the first night and day being homesick. i don't even like going to metarie, but fucking new jersey? 12 blunts, three bean pies, and some bullet proof Chinese food later i get over it. soon as trife is off work Friday, the real trip begins. we stretch time and mix video with our minds. smoke smoke smoke, and wait for snow that never comes. we pass out, wake up and start again. were downtown when the snow starts.
a couple hour and a train ride later were in times square tripping balls, walking in a fucking winter wonderland of falling snow and gigantic high definition screens. its all artificial daylight and multicolored snow. next thing i know were riding an elevator up to strakloves studio, and for the time being, being beings of time, we occupied the space with two dutches and some rhymes. time slips a bit again, and were back in the wonderland. i see some orange sneakers and i buy them. dunks match hallucinogens so well. i fall into a pita palace. guy says "falafel?" , i say, "naw i feel well. but can i get a sandwich." while there we listen to them talk about yams and gay rights. i left them with a Strong "power to the people!!" and they seemed to agree. meanwhile down South, the saints were losing. full and packing a pair, we head back to jersey. the snow is not so much fun anymore.
after barely making it out of some kind of crazy wind tunnel mini blizzard in front of pen station, i barley escaped when two snow covered hills made a serious attempt on my life. finally i make it back to my brothers house with some dunks and a bean pie, and another song under my belt. moral of the story?
hallucinogens + times sqaure x hip hop(fly dunks)\ a snowstrom = adventure
To the sons and daughters of NOLa, @home and abroad: it is a wonderful thing to live in a place that you feel homesick for, to have places and faces u miss. The grass is not as green anyplace on the planet as it is on a warm uptown night. Downsides? Yeah, but Don't believe the hype. We live In the finest city on the planet. And no other city will have us. So its perfect. I'm back in jersey, a thousand miles away from where I fit, and I've no fear of being the odd man out, But damn. Our city treats us like gods and we barely notice. She keeps her kitchen open all night and let's us spill liquor on the streets. We feel safe and comfortable; We've become such creatures of habit. Reassures and terrifies me at the same time. Because if we had to leave could we? Should we? Better to go out on the roof of an uptown shotgun with a bottle of old NO rum and a flying burritto, listening to wwoz.Fuck the rest of it
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