December 2009
7 posts
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Let The Beat Build....
I have no musical training. I can’t read music. I can’t play the drums. I’m semi proficient with the trumpet, but that was over 15 years ago, which means I currently suck ass. I was always, however, fascinated by how music was created. It was mind bottling (yes I know I said it wrong, but Ron Burgandy is a great man) how certain melodies where cohesive with unorthodox drum...
Infidelity
I cheated. There’s no other explanation behind it. When our relationship commenced back in 1992, I swore on my dead hamster, MJ (RIP you little booger) that I’d never never stray. When I tasted “her” for the first time at my local corner store (I remember it like it was yesterday) I never tasted anything so smooth. So pure. So fucking refreshing. How did I get hooked so...
Crazy Bytch
I think this is Mother Nature’s way of returning the disrespect I dished out earlier this year via Twitter. In any event, the bytch is still crazy and I damn sure don’t appreciate my knee socks being soaked from the shin down. Fuck is that about?
And since Mother Nature decided to shake her dandruff on the entire state of New Jersey and attach 20 minutes on to the time it took me to...
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The Cookie
Get your mind out the gutter- NOW!*Cues up “Spaceship” instrumental from “College Dropout” Instrumental Album*. Four for four with no sleep since yesterday? Whatever.
If you’re an early advocate of the UHTN brand, the that picture means just as much to you as it does to me. Well maybe not that much, but you get my drift lol. It was the summer of 2006 and I had just...
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Twelve To Seven
I know it seems like I’m just firing off at the mouth, but when something excites me my adrenaline won’t allow me to just stop. I guess this makes blog #3, right? Cool. As I was growing up, I lived in three different houses. One in Plainfield, NJ, one in Princeton, NJ and one in South Brunswick, NJ. In these houses, our living room area reached about 24ft in height. Knowing this,...
Success
Shortly after I started “Get The Picture”, my father, Big Homey (that’s how I have him saved in my phone) came downstairs and hopped on his desktop. We exchanged pleasentries and continued on with our given tasks (I was still on a high from creating a new non related music blog and he was house hunting for Atlanta real estate. More on that later).
After heading back upstairs,...
U Sleep, I Snap
Ok sooooo, you can usually find me over here or over here, but today I’m starting a new journey. A journey that will probably confuse the shit out of you, but makes a whole lot of sense to me. See, for the past couple days, I’ve been pondering thoughts of beginning something new because some of the folks in my inner circle also did the same.
I couldn’t really put my finger on exactly what I...