-It’s been a while...but here are random thoughts and happenings, on St. Patty’s Day, which is a jip. There’s not much to the celebration, so I didn’t make much of an effort this year. A "Mardi Gras-esque" parade @ 11 on Saturday wasn’t appealing enough to get me out of bed. Isn’t drinking before noon signs of a problem. Besides, most of my peeps were still too tired from Friday night to start a party @ 11 am. Oh well, weeknights aren’t my cup of tea, so I mailed in this years St. Patrick’s Day. There’s also my slight aversion to co-opting other culture’s holidays for reason to down a few and act a fool. Oh well.
I just finished watching the "Film of the Year" according to the Academy, "No Country for Old Men." I liked it...a lot, but I’m partial to the Coens anyways, so it comes as no surprise that I wasn’t disappointed...even with the ending. The film played out beautifully a superb story, and I hope to make time to read the book in the near future. The message was an interesting study into violence, fate, and the uncertain future of a world such as ours. One moment that spoke deeply to me was in which two characters (I won’t get too much into who they are) spoke of thoughts, dreams, and ideals of what they believed the future to be. While one lamented over his disappointment, the other observed the vanity in his expectations. I’ve in many ways viewed myself as an "old soul" and my reverence for that message as well as the many others presented in the film speaks to that. Well, that and my unique ability to connect and attract with older women.
In speaking of lamentations of the changes we all encounter with time...I pose this question, which was initially asked by my sister after an incident at a Citizen Cope concert...have we as a society, or has our younger generations lost all respect, awe, and value for art and music. Allow me to briefly elaborate. At this concert there was a visible line between age groups, my sister being of the older category, and the younger seemed to have a disconnect from the event completely. They treated it not as the focus of the evening, but as background happenings for their own goings on and in many ways interrupting the performance for much of the audience. This along with the state of the music industry (though in many ways I feel it as a blessing) show that there’s something happening here...what it is isn’t exactly clear. If you feel it or have seen it...testify, cause I need a witness.
Anyways, there’s more pressing problems at hand...no need to worry about the cultural sophistication of our society. I need to work on preparing my tube to cipher gas in a few months.



Random Thoughts...

-It gives me great pride to see my Rockets playing great basketball as a TEAM. Their historic season is a success that won’t be diminished whether or not they get a championship. I’m hoping and rooting for the best, but I’m happy to see the city rally behind them and become "clutch" once more.

-I’m beginning to wonder whether if there’s something supernatural trying to impede the progress of the BOSS LEVEL...stay tuned.

-Spread Luv 365...or die trying.

Hey Young World,

-Hip-Hop...I love you. It's been a beautiful ride so far. 26 years of being a B-Boy at heart, and I'm still going on strong. Lupe Fiasco is rapidly becoming my favorite mc...period. (I wonder if spelling out period before an actual period redundant ? Oh well...it's dramatic) His sold out show @ the HOB was ridiculous. He reminded me of a cat with the swagger of a young Hova, with the storytelling skills of a Slick Rick, and the energetic delivery of a Blackthought. CRAZY !!!! There's something special in seeing an artist you admire deliver his craft early on in venues that barely can contain their spectators, all the while knowing that the future holds so much more. I can say I've been lucky to see Incubus from slightly more intimate settings to ampitheaters, TV on the Radio from small ballrooms to large theaters, and even George Lopez from a small comedy club to a huge arena. Lupe will be amongst that echelon, and I look forward to what the future holds for that dude.
The future is an insane concept when you think about it. It remains disguised amongst the present, constantly transforming its identity with each approaching second, each baited breath. I try to live for the now, but it can be difficult without acknowledging the possible reaction for your actions, consenquence for your deed. Thoughts like these become more complicated when you think about those whose future ceased to tangibly exsist.
No more will we know the presence of Heath Ledger, whose death was a shocking surprise this week, and it's always a heavy thing to face. He was a talent of whom I was looking forward to discover more of. I never watched "Brokeback," that seems to be what he's always recognized for, but I thought he did a kick-ass job in "Monsters Ball" and especially in "Ned Kelly." I was so excited to see a glimpse of his role as the Joker in the upcoming "Dark Knight," and thought if someone is gonna handle that role after Jack Nicholson, Ledger could approach it in a new and inventive way. Know watching that movie will be like when I watched "the Crow" after Brandon Lee's death, and I don't think it won't be any easier wrapping my head around it. My heart goes out to his daughter and those who were close enough to consider him family.
I recall Heath saying of his career at one time that he felt so blessed of his opportunities that he would be content if he died and all that he has accomplished was the legacy he left behind. I think about that when I perform as "if it was the last time." I know I've got so far to go and so much to do, but I don't know when my time will come. I just hope I'm as content, and I can reach that level in my art. One thing I can do is just do it all to the fullest and spread as much love as possibly while I'm here on this beautiful earth, and so I offer to all that read this my wish of the brightest future and all the love your heart can hold. Here's sunshine goodbyes and missing you tomorrows.


PAZ,
D


Random Thoughts:

-When the candidates for President start speaking issues and plans for a better America, maybe I'll listen and begin to support SOMEONE !!!!! I'm fed up with the b.s. slogans and weak disses to other candidates.

-I got love for McGrady but the Rockets are in the roughest division in the entire league. If we're gonna compete we're gonna need someone healthy to complete the one-two punch with Yao.

-I never thought I would see the day when I didn't care at all about the Super Bowl. I wish both teams could lose. It's becoming a simple question of who I hate more, cause I can't stand the Patriots but I love to see Eli get his ass whupped. What a conundrum.

-I'm hard pressed to find something far beautiful than the female form. I'm a fan and that in itself can be trouble, but whose fault is it ? Me for my deep admiration or ladies for being so DAMN FINE !?!?!?!? (me likey...wanna touch the heiny) I know that they know, and I'm sure that they know that I know they know, which makes it all the more wild.

-Hungry, Hungry Hippos may be cute and fun as a board game at home, but it is nothing less of terrifying and grotesque in nature.

Yes-yes-y'all, 2 the beat y'all, peace & luv y'all...ROCK ON !

-What up world...it's been a while since we last chopped it up. Now it's 2008, and I felt like letting loose a lil' bit. I hope this message finds you in good health and spirits, who-so-ever stumbles across this entry. As of late, a few things have arose that I have contemplated about and wanted to share my thoughts on.
Game...what is it ? The older I get the more everything seems like a hustle. Relationships, careers, & art all seem to have rules to play by in which manipulation, power, and selfish gain can all be attained. I still believe that there's a poetic genius to Andy Warhol's theory upon commercial art and culture, and as a capitalistic society, commercial & consumerist ideals should obviously a part of our cultural identity as Americans, but when does it become perverse ?
In being a musician, and having a deep affinity for all art forms, I can't help but to meditate and explore the climate of art today, and as for music, I hold such a love-hate uncertainty for our own creative community. I recall a discussion over drinks that I had with my boy, P, about how lifeless most of the recent waves in American music feel like, in particular Rock and Hip-Hop music. There lies such a level of pretentiousness within most material that is churned out from the music machines of major labels that it's hard for me to stomach.
Record sales slip while "classic" albums still garner steady sales outside of "target demographics," generation after generation, and label execs and industry insiders are baffled. Why ? It is an exciting time for all who are interested creating music as technology makes it cheaper to create and distribute your art, but at the same time the flood of material makes the industry become an example of supply and demand.
I've thought of ideas that are ways for the "industry" to keep up with the times, but a new business model is not going to solve all of the problems of the record industry, and I'm still a little gun-shy to share my secret with the world just yet. The fact of the matter is, if more effort is placed in the presentation of a bad product it may be packaged nicely, but it is still a bad product. The same can go for what passes for television since the writer's strike. It's programming, just not QUALITY programming, so don't be surprised when people lend a blind eye, or a closed ear while y'all lay off workers and give yourself a bonus in the midst of a crisis.
I understand the politics of the business when it comes to the GAME. It still feels somewhat dirty when sincerity seems non-existent from anything in life. I can look at the Neil Strauss videos, listen to tips and tales from the "Seduction Community," but I can't help but to feel a bit uneasy, as though there is something shady about shallow connections for simple ego boosts.
I also am aware that if I'm going to be in the game, I'll have to play it cause I will be fighting for the same opportunities that the other rock bands, producers, musicians, etc. will be trying to get. I just hope to play it on my own terms. I just watched an episode of the Henry Rollins with Gene Simmons as the guest. In listening to his declarations of delusional views of grandeur as he speaks of how KISS is more than a rock band and they knew it from the beginning while holding his KISS decorated Visa Credit Card, a chill came over my body.
The rock band credit card is such a metaphor for our artistic culture and its degree of sophistication. The same goes for all the you-tube, ring tone rappers, and bands that spend more time and effort on their straight from the salon school haircuts than their songwriting. That's enough of a rant for today...I need some sleep.






No Random Thoughts...Just a Dedication.


-To all my friends, if it's been a while since we've seen each other...you're in my thoughts. If it's been a while since we've spoke...I'm still talking 'bout the good times to all who will listen. If it's been a while since we've hung out and caught up on things...you're in my prayers. If I have known you and loved you...I still do, and I wish you nothing but the best life in this New Year. Stay up!


UNTIL NEXT TIME...PAZ !!!!!!!!!!

-Last time I wrote, I expounded upon the my new perspective on the whole love, friendship, dating, sex thing, and as of now there's not much I can say that has been revealed to me. No eureka moments. I thought something new would transform me, stripping away my insecurities and all uncertainties within my "love life." All that I have learned is that my heart is far more stubborn than my head.
Sad to say my whole defense mechanism that wouldn't permit me to step into a relationship with someone that wasn't my ideal is still in effect. When the inherent vulnerability that one is subject to when getting involved with someone is an issue, you can't help but to feel paralyzed in all things love.
A while back, I found someone who had the hat trick beauty/sexiness, personality, and morals/beliefs. In getting to know her I found her to be so special that all "game" was thrown out of the window. I was smitten...enamored, but things weren't meant to be. Whether it wasn't the right time or I wasn't the right man...it just wasn't right between us, and over time things became troublesome. I needed something, someone new.
Enter the fresh philosophy, forget compatibility...throw caution to the wind, but much to my disappointment it's not as easy as one would believe. Now, there's someone in my life that wants me, but something keeps holding me back. I keep telling myself, "Don't be a fool," but I still can't give myself up so easily. I've got the message through my thick skull, but my heart just won't follow and it's this miscommunication that's getting me in trouble than necessary.
This past week in discussion with this girl that I've been seeing I couldn't help but to notice all of the notions, desires, etc. that she spoke of mirror all that I held for the hat trick chick. I felt like life just made a joke of me. I didn't want to put her through all of the dilemmas that I endured, but I also couldn't help but to empathize with my old flame. Hearing all of the thoughts, emotions, and words I've held in the past directed towards me from someone else was nothing short of a trip. I felt empathy for my unrequited flame.
Regardless of the trials and tribulations in eliminating loneliness, sometimes it's fun and good for the spirit, and I'm learning so much about myself by looking at me through other people's eyes. I'm becoming more aware and a little more courageous in speaking not only my mind, but my heart as well. Now, I can feel secure in the fact that I'm no longer the love hater...simply a love fool. At least it makes for some pretty good music.




Happy Holidays.





Random Thoughts:


-2008 will be THE year.

-Back to the Future 3 has to be one of the worst third installments of a trilogy...ever.

-Life has to be easier for assholes...the don't take shit from anyone, they just dish it.

Hey Young World...the World is Yours,

-I'm back for another round, and it's long overdue. Not much has happened since my last entry, but everything changes with time. It occurs unconsciously, and as of late I'm in the midst of a transformation. It's not a change in myself as much as it is a change in my actions. Most of my life, in matters of the heart I've been guarded with low patience. I thought, when it feels right, you'll know it. If there's nothing, why stress or pursue anything further ? It was this perspective coupled with my obsession with music that kept my serious relationships and significant others to a minimum. This incited a bit of speculation of my character, hopefully as a driven person, but mostly as a "love hater."
I wouldn't view myself as a "cold brother" or "love hater," perhaps I just never found that lady that totally got me, though many times, I admit, I didn't give them much of a chance to, but in light of my most recent experience (and maybe my longing for something different) I'm trying a new approach. Gone are my quick dismissals of "uncommon girls."
It's cliche that opposites attract, but I never really put that old adage to the test. It's weird not having things in common (other than a mutual attraction) & just letting things fly. A friend offered some interesting perspective in saying that, "Sometimes you need to let it play itself out and take that time to really learn what they're about. Most of the time it takes awhile for people to stop being who they want you to think they are, and just start being themselves."
It rough that this is the game that is played between men and women, but it's the ugly truth. I try to be as genuine as possible at all times because it's too hard to try to be someone that I'm not. Playing games seems to just cause more trouble than necessary, but the same goes for my new approach as well. Calculated risks are a part of life, I guess, but I must admit it's cool being opened up to new things when kicking it with girls that aren't what I'm usually used to. I'm soaking up the perspective and the experience in getting myself into such mischief, and I must say...it's a lot of fun, though I'm still not a player by any means...I just crush a lot.



Random Thoughts:
-The California Raisins should join forces with Craisins to do a comeback tour...it'd be delicious.

-His name was Robert Paulsen

-Never play games with people who make the rules on the fly. They seldom play fair and things seldom go in your favor.

-I can't wait to record the new material from my still nameless group. The rough demos sound awesome. The final mixes will be ridiculous...I can hear them now.

-The New England Patriots are going down !!!

-The line between my life and my songs is beginning to become a bit blurred, but art imitates life, no ?

-Is it weird to live for Thursdays ?


~ R.I.P Pimp C ~

1nce Again,

-Hello young world. Back from my trip and boy is my ego tired. On the real though, I was blessed to have the opportunity to take in the life in La Ciudad de Angeles, and I must admit the change did me some good. It put in perspective many things in my life as well as offer some inspiration, sparking a new creative kick that I'm feeling. First, there was the Remix Hotel conference. SAE Institute on Sunset Blvd....cool. Open bar stocked with Red Bull...pretty sweet. Live set from DJ Babu...dope. Panel discussions with ROCAsound, Kareem Riggins, T-Pain, Hank Shocklee, y mas...ridiculous.
Diggin' into the minds of those established producers and artists was one honor, but rappin' with others in the trenches from all over the world and checkin' their philosophies and sheer hunger was indescribable. It's not often that you have the opportunity to hear the underground and interact on such a personal level. Also, the apple rep that was the mc for T-Pain's Logic presentation was absolutely beautiful. I wonder if that has anything to do with my newfound admiration of Logic 8....hmmm?
DJ Rap is gorgeous as well. I had one of those moments where you meet someone you know of, but your mind is so preoccupied with thoughts of, "Wow, she's talking to me," "Don't be stupid...play it cool Ice Cold," and "Damn, this girl is hott," before it even clicks that, "Hey...it's DJ Rap !" Of course, once that happened she was gone. She did thank me for answering her question of what panel was so claustrophobically packed, which was very endearing.
I've visited Cali four times in my lifetime, each visit so different from the last. My first real experience with L.A. was while on tour with the greatest pop band you've never heard of, Horses. I remember loving the area, but being burnt out on how fake most people seemed. As I look back on it, my view was pretty flawed. It still inspired some good material, but now that I've grown older and participated in the "game" my disdain has now transformed into a bit of awe.
I'm not necessarily condoning this personality, but I have to respect non-stop hustlers. My musical philosophy is to create without condition, simply make music that I enjoy & let the work speak for itself. I still desire to earn opportunity and respect by strictly those means, but there is so many people that push themselves on anyone & everyone, without the artwork even being a prevalent issue.
What's crazy, is many who listen seem to do so with a bated ear. While you're pitching to them they're thinking...how can I use you. In many ways, it's not even your "talent" they're interested in. They've got other ways to put you to use, and are willing to talk up whatever excites you to get you where they want you, but that's Hollywood, baby !
In all, I enjoyed being where the action is. I talked my way onstage performing with a dope funk band called "the Greasy Beats" for a private party in conjunction with the American Film Institute Film Festival @ the beautiful ArcLight Movie Theater. How's that for hustling. I also ended up scoring the final two minutes of a short film that this wicked, ill chic made for some competition. I was jet-lagged and half awake, literally, for most of it but it was still cool to get down on it, even though I know under better conditions...I could've done better.
The best thing about that is now it sparked a fire. I've been waiting to get the prints of this short that my partner in crime, Ryan Flanagan, directed to compose the score for the entire film, and since my return from the west I've been grindin' on the beats (can't wait to get the Reason 4 upgrade) and writing more music. One song in particular that came in yesterday I began in as a piece for placement in Flanagan's film. Before I knew it, lyrics began to form around a loose melodic idea, and after an hour or so, I had a first draft for a new composition that evokes Coldplay, Aqualung and Radiohead...but mostly Aqualung. I can't wait to cut the scratch trax.
Anyways, all peaks are surrounded by valleys. I had a low, and I feel like I'm due for some highs. Only time will tell. I'm just gonna enjoy the ride while it lasts.


Random Thoughts (got a lot of 'em):

-I'm gonna miss Pepper tonight @ the HOB. THAT SUCKS. The ladies (I use the term sparingly) will be in full effect, "Oh why'd you have to sleep with my dad !?!?!?"

-Forget about drunk-dialing. Drunk speaking is a crime. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. GO TO BED. Talking, writing, emailing, messaging, and sometimes even thinking just makes things worse than they already are.

-Tidbit

-I hope Tracy McGrady's back in the line up by Wednesday. (We're gonna need 'em)

-There's a beautiful sadness to cruising down Santa Monica Blvd. and bearing witness to a woman speak, dance, laugh, and weep to a radio flyer wagon carrying all of her earthly posessions and she drags it down the street.

-When a woman says she's obsessed with sex, invites you to her home, and then offers the couch cause, "she doesn't get down like that," it's probably for the best that you keep the invites limited to the pants party.

-I don't think I'm fit for the Rainbow room. I can't take hair metal dudes that are still trying to live the dream and the worn out porn stars that they hang with. What can I say...it's just not my scene.

-HOLY CALAMITY...SCREAM INSANITY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yup, Yup,

-Hey world. What it is ? I know it ain't all good, but I hope you're gettin' by just fine. The flooding in Tobasco, Mexico & the fires in So.Cal it seems like natures wrath for mankind's sins. I'm still gun shy 'bout visiting New Orleans since I hold in my mind and heart a memory of the beauty I found there when I there back in the day. Every now and then I trip on how if I had made a different decision Senior year I would've been right in the middle of it all. Crazy. On top of all that, my girl H.Dubs just posted a bulletin speaking of the conflict in Darfur. It does my soul good to see her awareness, concern, and drive to spread the message.
Her bulletin struck me, because I've felt the same way at times; disappointed in myself that I live the life I live, carefree when others are confronted with dangers daily that put their lives in Jeopardy. Our country is beautiful that MOST of our sins were in our past, and we attempt, sometimes in vain, to keep them there. Around the world, there are areas where safety isn't necessarily a way of life. Genocide occurs to a blind world eye, and questions of my own righteousness as well as the truth of human nature enter my mind.
At these times all I can do is pray for forgiveness in my lack of action. I don't have the means by which to cause a drastic change in the world, but I do recall wise words I heard once that urged all to BE the change that we want to see in the world. I speak when I can, spread love when I can, act when I can, and pray for peace. I just hope that this can be sufficient enough a sacrifice until I am able to give more. One thing that I do know is that it is a wake up call whenever I stress on simple things.
I freaked a bit this past weekend, been a little bit manic-depressive. My highs were good...but my lows were looooow. I realized that time keeps moving on, as well as life goes on, and papa didn't raise a punk. I got down that things seemed like they weren't going my way. My band broke up. I felt a bit lonely. I had no control on things that mattered much (not most) in my life, and perhaps it is a generational thing, but at times I got real angry like I was entitled to have a certain desired result for all the actions, hopes, and dreams that I held. Then I got a few messages.
Friday was the last show for the rock outfit, FTL. It wasn't the largest turn out, and not everyone that I wanted to share the moment with wasn't present. The show was a bit rough. I lost some shades (that were a replacement pair that I bought a couple months ago). The little things ate away at me, and I let it all fester.
Fast forward a couple days later and 4 of the 6 members put on a show for an event featuring one of the best atheletes at the tight end position in the game, Jason Witten. It went alright, but most of all...it was FUN. Also, found the pair of shades, (never left the house with them, they fell off before I hit the door...definately a sign) and then I viewed a concert by Ryan Adams where he dropped a bit of knowledge on me. When asked on whether there are any times where he finds it hard to write music (in summary) he replied, "I think that the music industry is 90% filled with lazy, fuckheads that believe that their entitled to some sort of success or popularity. There is seldom a day where I wake up and don't spend 4-5 hours working on crafting a new song, and if I didn't do that or want to do that, then I shouldn't be making music." His words brought me back to Kanye speaking of making, "5 beats a day for 3 Summers." Then I realized, quit bitching and get back to work.
Now I'm headin' to L.A. for some much needed recharging. Attending a production conference and collaborating with a couple of friends on some new music. I'm leaving on a jet plane tomorrow, and I have a feeling that THIS change might do me some good. I think I've wrote enough for now. I gotta go get hype for my first basketball game of league play. Hopefully, I don't hurt myself...but damn, I love this game.


Random Thought of the Day...

-Go Rockets!!! Beating the Spurs last night brought them to 2nd place in their division.

-Cheese is like CRACK !

-Hip Hop is such a beautiful culture.

-As you get older, you start to realize you're much to old to play games with matters of the heart...but you do it anyway.

Hey young world.

It's me again.

You know, the cat just trying to make his way through life, figuring it all out one day at a time. It's been a while since I've been here, writing from the heart of thoughts and dreams, ideas and regrets. The last visit I payed was when I was feeling Fort Worthless. No knock on the city, but rather a state of mind I had at the time of how I was functioning within that society. Fresh out of school, wondering what was next with no opportunities in sight.
Two years later and I find myself in the sister city on auto-pilot. The only thing is that life has brought so many changes the time has come for me to take the wheel. My band is, technically speaking, on it's deathbed. All it has been for over four or five years will end, ceremoniously, on Friday night. Most of the time, in art as in life, it's exciting starting fresh, but the uncertainty can kill you at times.
Friday night's show has become a milestone in my life. Most times your existence never plays out like a movie, though you wish it would, but there are moments that you feel, at your core, are closings of chapters in your story. New acts begin.
Much of my view may have been shaped by all that has happened in my life as of late. An uncle of mine passed in the same week that a friend was severely hurt and endangered. Both of these events reminded me how fragile life can be. Not all of us can be as blessed as my uncle to live such a full life, and that can be a cruel fact to acknowledge, but as I was at his funeral there was only one moment where my attempts to hold strong had faltered. During the viewing, his brother, who was also up there in age and wheelchair bound, approached his coffin and began to weep. He reached out for his brother, lying there lifeless before him and said simply, "I'll be with you." This moment shook me. I admired his strength and sureness, but his words moved me in more than just a spiritual sense.
Thoughts of my friend entered my mind constantly since the incident of her harm. She was, and still is, a light that was so new in my life, and seeing her in pain and sadness was a heavy thing to handle...and still is. It was difficult feeling powerless. I wanted so desperately to fix her, but I knew that it would never be that easy. I became aware that ultimately what she needed, she wouldn't find in me, though I wished it wasn't so, and soon she'd be gone to search what she had lost, that sense of security, that familiar comfort of home.
The battle in grappling with this truth became easier as my thoughts drifted back to the words of the man at the funeral, because I became aware that true strength lies in simply being. I don't know when it will all end, but I know that it never ends with any of the goodbyes that we speak. We carry pieces of each other in our memory and our hearts, and hopefully no matter where we are, we can find comfort in that.
I now try to witness that there are instants we live lifetimes in mere moments.


My apologies for the weight, I know I'm speaking on some heavy stuff, so I offer these random thoughts...


-In latter years of life, Halloween is an excuse for guys to dress like girls and girls to dress like sluts.

&

-Drunk girls are overrated.



L.A. Here I Come....That is All.

Yo, -Life is gettin' mad crazy. It feels like I'm @ a point where I need to try 2 get as much of my music, my passion out there as possible. I'm grindin' hard 2 collaborate, write, practice, record, and perform, but I don't want 2 dillute my purpose or message. In many ways that's why I choose 2 play behind the scenes in most cases. Though, behind the scenes is where most of the magic happens. I'm enjoyin' every moment that I'm able 2 entertain and create, solo and ensemble wise, but I'm not quite sure that there's been a moment where, 4 some strange reason, each peformance leaves me wantin' more. Perhaps that is natural and essential for any performer or composer. It feels great 2 write a song, but it also dosen't mean shit until it reaches the people, and then that don't mean shit until that energy that you put into it returns back 2 you. Things are heavy. I'm desperately wanting 2 put it all on the line, out 4 all to see, but I don't want 2 rush things because first impressions are all that we have, don't we? And once they are made, it's hell 2 try and change them.

Hey Young World !!! -I'm finally beginning my transition 2 becoming an uber technological playa. E-mails used 2 b my only means of internet communication, I never was an IM Pimp or nuthin' like that, but now this myspace is takin' over and I'm throwin' up the white flag so I can get and keep in touch wit' my homies at home and abroad. If you tune in later on, you could probably expect the occasional rant on art, politics, & life as I know it, but all that would be too much 4 my first post. Plus, I'm feelin' pretty good right now, even if Osama is makin' threats, I'm not lettin' him bring me down. I just got over a cold, so no more being miserable !!! I'm gonna get to makin' music, and enjoying the outside. You know, takin' advantage of days where I don't have to work. Stay up young world, stay up and stay beautiful.