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Thursday, August 29, 2002
NO TIME TO PLAY posted on 8/29/2002 09:51:06 PM by agentCB
YOU MIGHT AS WELL DEEP FRY A STICK OF BUTTER posted on 8/23/2002 07:30:40 AM by agentCB
LET'S STAY TOGETHER posted on 8/22/2002 01:36:00 AM by agentCB
TURNTABLE THERAPY posted on 8/21/2002 12:11:09 AM by agentCB
DRAMATICS posted on 8/15/2002 10:23:05 AM by agentCB
WEST SIDE CONNECTION posted on 8/13/2002 12:55:08 AM by agentCB
THE ROUTINE posted on 8/08/2002 10:27:20 AM by agentCB
BUTTERFLIES posted on 8/08/2002 12:41:13 AM by agentCB
CITIES BY THE BAY posted on 8/05/2002 11:01:14 AM by agentCB
DOUBLE LIFESTYLE posted on 8/02/2002 01:07:53 AM by agentCB
school starts soon and i was forced to think about how many classes i had to take before i graduate. i have 3 semesters left before i graduate. sooner than expected. i was just kickin back and trying to work and what not... but yeh, it should be interesting once i start my master's project. it's good to have a plan, i was just playin shit by ear, so yeh, i guess i'm on the right track.
with regards to music, i went to the studio this week with RJ. we did three songs there, it was pretty cool. they have tight ass equipment there. i was salivating over the equipment all night. almost every night this week i had some music shit to handle.
things are happening, slowly but surely...
Friday, August 23, 2002
went to the california state fair last night... we passed by one of the most american of ideas: deep fried twinkies. what kind of sick fuck would think of this? some brit at the chipshop in NYC.
i don't know what's worse. that they're deep frying an already fattening dessert, or the fact that people like it. i took the liberty of talking to the deep fried twinkie vendors and asked them if they themselves came up with this idea. of course i had to go undercover and hide my pure disgust of their product as i was talking to them. they told me about the brit and thus i looked online for the real culprit.
here's how to make them for all u deep fried fuckers out there.
first, you roll the twinkie in flour. because as some may remember, twinkies are porous and will soak up oil faster than plastic american flags sell out at Wal-Mart. The next step involves jamming a pospicle stick into the twinkie. Then u smother the twinkie in a flour batter similar to a fish and chip batter (the guy that made it makes fish and chips for a living). according to the fucker that makes em, it's better if u chill them at this point or even better if u freeze them.
next is the bathing in boiling oil. the fried twinkies come out like deformed corndogs, kinda lumpy and far from the sleek uniform design of the original twinkie. some people dust them with powdered sugar and raspberry sauce, others just eat it plain.
fuck that.
at the booth, they also sold fried snickers, three musketeers and other various candy bars. i wish i could say that some dumb ass redneck was behind all of this because i can easily imagine "bubba" in his trailer thinkin to himself "i'm tired of deep fried mayonaisse sandwhiches. i need something new. hmmm, what can i do with these twinkies,. a-hyuck"
woah, that was pretty judgemental there wasn't it... heh.
anyway... if u want so fuckin fried twinkies and are in the sacramento area, hit up the state fair at cal expo. i'm not gonna link you to the site. you do search for it. i'm ain't gonna be held responsible for the demise of your health.
Thursday, August 22, 2002
was what she sang to me in the kitchen. we had just had a lengthy "discussion" on an issue which i fail to remember due to the fact that it was trivial. sometimes we get stuck on this "but why did u say this if u meant this..." b.s. and we get stuck in loops like toucan sam.
i really love this girl. but yet my mind finds things to fuck it up. i dunno. lots of bullshit. some of it has some validity, other shit is some petty shit that i am in the process of letting go.
there are days where i can go back and forth on this whole thing. like a pendulum, i swing back and forth from one extreme to another... i desperately hold on to love because it is the one thing that is constant. so does she. sometimes she's more prone to let go. no matter what drama we go thru, it's always there to help us mend things together and bring us back.
that is one thing that i most definitely cannot deny... there is love here.
if only i could see it clearly. my eyes have been tainted with ingrained values and expectations. i'm trying to unlearn a lot of the shit, but it lies deep within.
love, please help me see this through... for the most part, i know at the very least i'll be a better person no matter what happens...
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
went to a party on friday with luvbug. old roomate of a grad school classmate. turns out i went to high school with the girl, small world, eh? anyway, the dj flaked out last minute so she had a party without no music.
so my ass gets volunteered to dj. of course i was down to dj, but i didn't realize how much stuff i would have to bring there. luckily i have 2 turns now and a bunch of party shit to play just in case... the shit went aight, peeps were dancing. but i think i needed more west coast to bump. heads were feeling the west more than the east. then again, most of my shit is older too, so maybe that was part of the problem.
no matter, i got paid $50 to do the gig. not bad. i burned that money taking luvbug shopping on sunday at union square in sf. old navy was where it was at.
i swear to god if i hear that goddamn rugby bunch commercial again, i'm going to have to knock someone out...
Thursday, August 15, 2002
drama in the home front yet again. we'll see how things settle down after a few days. getting over a cold and it kinda sucks that i'm sick during the summer. i'll survive though... i always do...
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
it's been a long time since i've talked to peace out, and boy did we have a lot of catching up to do. there was a slight issue of beef that was never dealt with, of course it's been so long that i actually forgot about it and it didn't matter. but when we got to talkin, it came out and it turns out that it did matter... cuz we haven't really talked since the incident...
of course shit happens and i'm not one to dwell on the past, so i let her know what was up with me and we moved on. it felt good to know that i knew better than to hold things against her for no reason, and also i felt validated in letting her know how i felt about the incident and she understood and clarified shit for me.
no love lost..
so anyway, we chatted for a few hours and it was good to reconnect.
SPIRIT OF SACRAMENTO
luvbug and i took a riverboat cruise on sunday. i was coming down with a cold so my activity was limited that day, but we did make a point to do something special on our "us" day. the boat we went on was an authentic paddle boat from the 1900's or some shit like that. we went down the dirty sacramento river and looked at everything you can see if u happened to be driving in on highway five into downtown sac. it was still cool though, luvbug and i had ordered strawberry daiquiries ( <---i had to look that word up to see how to spell it prrt!)
we also went to crate and barrell at the galleria mall in roseville. yeah, it's the bourgieois mall, but it was hot in sac and i make it a point to enjoy free a/c when i can. i discovered crate and barrell after j-mac's wedding. we got her gifts there and since luvbug and i are in somewhat of a "let's get a house together and design it" mood, we fell in love with that place.
a bit pricey, but we came away with some clearance shit. in due time, i'll be able to afford shit like that...
that doesn't mean i'm gonna buy it though... sometimes u just don't need shit like that.
UP AND UP WE GO
love elevates u higher/ makes u a better person and it's u 2 that inspire/ me to keep on going/ helping me to understand/ the truth about love without a doubt, i'm a better man/ for knowing both of u for hella days, i'm amazed/ to see ya'll make it thru/ makin power moves/ from the jar of jelly beans to the pair of wedding rings/ don't ever let go of love, it's the glue that lies between.
that was the verse i wrote for r-jigga and lyc's wedding song. it's kinda cheesy, but it means alot to them so fuck ya'll... i'm a producer anyway, i make the beats, i don't get paid to do lyrics. it ain't common's gem "the light" but it gets the point across.
as a first time groomsman, it was cool to finally be part of a wedding. it's pretty hectic, especially if u don't know what to expect. but it was one of the best experiences i've had with my friends. to be up at that head table, next to the couple (the best man sat between us of course) was pretty cool. super bonding moment.
luvbug and i both heard the priest at the church talk about love and how differences between 2 people make love better. we both were listening. and we both were affected by the priest's homily. it was geared towards r-jigga and lyc, but luvbug and i felt like he was talking right at us. then again, our problems are not that bad...
even though we argue at times, it ain't nothin like that couple in "baby boy" shit! our problems ain't shit compared to theirs. to any couple that's having a hard time with shit, watch baby boy and maybe u'll get put into perspective. or maybe it'll help solidify shit u already may know about urself.
Thursday, August 08, 2002
i think i just came up with the intro song to my next cd. i wanted to do something a little different so i'm think i'm gonna have to flow on it. i've been fracticing daily and i think i'm starting to get decent, for a producer anyway... ( i think i can take hi-tek's ass, no disrespect! haha)
but anyway, i digress, the flow is about my morning ritual of waking up, taking a piss, and then heading to my keyboard to make a few beats before i do anything else for the day (and yes, i do wash my hands first)...
here's a rough draft...
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7 in the am
wake up
shake the
sleep out my
finger
tips &
flip the switch
to the roland
x p sixty
shifty on the keys
melodies
spring free
from the mental
ex-per-i-ment-al
digression
drum kicks
compression
snares tight
hats right
boom clack
agression
bass line
reflection
of past days’ stress &
cathartic inspiration soothes the cranium injectin’
rhythms, rhymes
tempo, time
erasing the
weary, worn down, worrisome
warrior that i
strive to be
reinvent the passion that was born in me
burden of my people
enmeshed in lethal
doses of hiphop
don’t stop the routine
(i might need another like or so... i'll ask the furious one to help me out...)
or something like that... still working on it... i made a beat this morning that i'm rather proud of and i think i'm gonna keept this one to myself. or maybe i'll share it with the most liquid mc's out there on a posse cut perhaps. i love those by the way, there are 2 posse cuts on my last cd. i have to do at least 2 on this one. that shit is prerequisite.
out
are what i wish i had, but i think it's more lactose intolerance than anything else. this is the second day i've had stomach cramps. it's not a constant pain but when it happens it's pretty shitty (no pun intended).
i can't put my finger on it. there's no trend with eating that's causing me to get these cramps. it just happens every now and then, no matter what i eat. in fact i just had some cramps a while back and i didn't even eat anything.
maybe it's a stomach virus thing. fuck that... i don't need that shit right now...
NINE ONE SICK SHIT
rj, ceo of raw jaw records passed thru the crib tonight. we worked on a few songs and wrote a hook for his collabo with sauce money (who's singing the hook on his cut) the song is called "so beautiful" and it's about his sister that recently died. it's a very touching song and with the chorus we wrote tonight, i think it'll come out pretty good.
rj and i were disussing business, i asked him to help me set up ascap/bmi ish... i'm still laggin on that shit... there's hella paperwork to do...
***owww stomach cramp *!$@*!$*** see, i hate that shit... all of the sudden, i could feel something push it's way thru my intestines on to my colon. not good.
anyway... rj and i were talkin business and what keeps us going. he had somewhat of a negative outlook on things... i never thought of some of the shit he was thinking, (ie. how had it is to make it in the industry, etc...). i just feel like i need to do this... not for the fame or anything... but to just break down the doors and shit. with all due respect to the latino pop explosion, it's time for the filipinos to make a fuckin move.
and that's why i do what i do...
Monday, August 05, 2002
this weekend was pretty cool. it was my first weekend without luvbug in a long time and admittedly i was itchin' to go out and do my own thing for a change... of course at the same time i started feeling guilty eating at places that were cool without her, but that just means i know where to take her next time.
the weekend started off with luvbug and i having dinner together at arden. on the way down, i made about 32 million calls and scheduled out the whole weekend before i even reached vallejo (approx. 45 mins time).
i changed my plans 3 times in the car. for some reason it was exhilirating... don't ask me why...
i got to sauce money's place in SF at around 11. it was about 30 degrees colder and my ass forgot 2 bring a jacket... prrt. we worked for a few hours and then chatted about life, etc... then i crashed in their amityville horror-esque guest room.
the next morning, sauce money had a call back for ms. saigon in san jose. i hooked up with psychogasm and boogalooed over to boogaloo's for breakfast in the newly gentrified upper mission area. we played speed on dirty coffee tables and caught up. i mentioned something about research and boom...
psychogasm exploded with information
first impulse was a reaction from years of parental criticism; assure her i knew what i was doing etc, etc... then i stopped and rethunk (not a real word) the situation. in reality, homegirl was showing love by helping a brother out with his barely thought out research plan. although i was trying to keep it informal, 'gasm made me rethink my thesis and grad school plan...
of course, my head is 100% in music right now, so that's why i couldn't really think... it took a sec, but i got back into it and chopped it up with psychogasm. it's good to know i have friends like that who can help me out in areas i'm new in... like sunshine anderson, she's "heard it all before" and now i know who to take my master's thesis to when i'm done...
GREAT MALL OF FIRE
next stop on the weekend was to hook up with Cwrek1 and slang some CD's. Cwrek is 1/3 of the Identity Crisis MC's (ICMC) for short. he graciously offered to buy 10 of my cd's in advance and is currently selling them now. that's love right there.
truthfully i was hoping more of the artists would do something like what Cwrek did and help me sell this shit... but alas, peeps are in a world of hurt with the post 9/11 and dot.com implosion economy. no love lost...
anyway, cwrek and i sat in the parking lot of the great mall, next to dave n' busters (a place i've never been to, but heard so many "damn i got fucked up last night" in that place that i feel like i've been there myself to smell the url). we caught up and talked about the state of hip hop as he peeped out my cd and listened to the new cuts. it was good to see him again... we then talked about new projects coming up, including his own spoken word track for my next comp. watch out now...
ARACHNOPHOBIA
after the great mall, i headed over to wrektangul's pad to help him clean out his spider den, er i mean garage. that place had so many spiders that if i jumped in the air, i would prob get stuck in a web and get eaten to death by millions of daddy long legs.
luckily, i don't really trip when i see spiders, unlike my other friends who scream like little girls when they see spiders, (haha j/k guys). wrektangul and i went to lowe's to get cleaners, gloves and masks and shit... then he goes "u sure we need this stuff?" to which i responded ... hell fuck yeh... i'm not trying to inhale spider eggs and have them hatch a few months later to my dismay... long story short, it was nasty and hopefully wrek can keep up the cleaning...
BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN...
the drive back to SF was nice but i was an hour late back to sauce money's pad. once there i wanted to cook dinner (to save from eating out) and we headed over to safeway on noriega in the upper sunset. i made my famous shrimp and tofu in garlic chili sauce, which i learned how to make from an ex-girlfriend's mother's dish. after dinner we worked on music until sauce money got tired. i stayed up late mixing anne marie's old song "where your heart lives" i've decided to put that on my next compilation. it's always been a favorite but i felt it wasn't finished yet. maybe we'll even rerecord it... time to email...
the next morning i woke up early for some odd reason (the fact that i was again staying in the amityville horror guest room) and worked on music some more... sauce money and agent britney and i hit up this place called ella's in the city... they were recently voted "best brunch in the bay" by the sf guardian... it was pretty damn good... they are known for their pancakes, which were very fluffy, but felt kinda wet to me for some reason. i still like my dad's pancakes better, but what can i say, i'm biased...
GOLDMEMBERS ONLY
after brunch, i packed up my equipment and headed home to vallejo. mom and dad were busy workin on their yard as usual... moms wanted to watch a movie so we peeped austin powers 3.
i must admit it was funnier than i expected. the last one was aight... and the first one of course is the best... this one is a good sequel and besides being slightly annoyed by the stereotypical japanese twins "fook mi" and "fook yu" (side note: meyers clowned on the dutch way more than asians) it was pretty funny.
RETURN TO THE 916
back home was cool, i felt rested coming back to work on monday, even though i ran around like crazy during the weekend. next up... jay b and lyc's wedding...
Friday, August 02, 2002
this weekend i'm going to be roaming around the bay area taking care of different types of music business. working on a lot of projects right now and also trying to slang my cd entitled "the awakening"
if you want to buy one, let me know and i'll mail it to u or something like that. they're 10 bucks for 15 tracks plus one secret bonus track, oh wait... that was supposed to be a secret...
anyway... gonna try to hit up the heritage festival in san jose (aka street jams for ya'll old school heads) never been there before so gonna see what it's all about... plus i'm doing the cd thing as well... i'll sell them like drug dealers and carry them around in my clothing. haha...
anyway, it's gonna be tough weekend without luvbug, i think it's cool to do stuff on our own, but at the same time i miss her... that sucks... anyway i'm making myself sick with the mush so i think i'm gonna stop while i'm ahead
