Onward, upward, outward

Feb 15, 2005 01:24

Something weird weather wise today. I went outside and it was sprinkling rain, then it started snowing and then went back to raining. It was strange that it all took place within 45 seconds. Tomorrow its supposed to be 52 or something. Sounds good to me.

So ive been selling a lot of stuff on ebay to build my fortune to go into mastering full time. Its worked out quite well so far, a lot of things selling for more than i paid for them new. Its pretty much all up for grabs right now, i dont really hold anything dearly any more until i get to accomplish this goal.

My brother wants me to move to Rhode Island and produce some local artists there, as he often tries to do wherever he may be living. Bob, heres a tip...stop living in shitty places. You might have been able to talk me into it when you lived in an Atlanta sububrb but not above a bar in East Greenwich. We discussed starting a record label (something i nearly did once) but then i crunched some numbers and i cant see how any independent labels stay afloat. It was a cool idea back when i thought making hundreds of dollars would be cool, but for the amount of work you put in, while gratifying, it just doesnt seem to cut it financially. I think the indies that do thrive tend to be started by rich people. Like Steve Vai, whose new album i preordered direct form sony for like 11 dollars and will be personally signed by Steve before it is shipped. I rule.

I was thinking the other day about rap music. I really dont listen to it for several reasons but a big one is that it always seems to be about the same stuff. The guy is always telling me about all the stuff he bought, how much money is in his pocket right now, how many "ho's" are in the livign room and at what hour of the morning they are going to part til. Just once id like a rapper to maybe, i dunno, tell me a FABLE. I want to turn on MTV and see 50 cent talking about his latest release based on Aesop. He could be like "my next single is the tortis and the hare featuring little john." How bitchin would that be? Or the next time a rapper tells me in one song about the house he just bought, how about on the next track tell me about all the stuff in the back yard? Im hearing something like this:

I gots a dogwood tree out in back of my house
Big ole' privacy fence, out in back of my house
My baby's tricycle, out in back of my house
I gots a John Deer tractor out in back of my house

Got niggas excavatin' out in back of my house
They be FINDIN' shit out in back of my house
Things been FOSSILIZIN' out in back of my house
10 million years now, out in back of house

And of course the John Deer would have hydrollics and the dude would hold up a bone and some arrowheads for the findin' line. Maybe I can sell this bit to Dave Chappelle...
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