One is The Angriest Number...
Needless to say, I didn't wake up in a good mood.
I'm ok, but shit could be better.
I didn't get to see Jessica this weekend. We talked a bit, but that was about it. She had some other things come up, so she was pretty unavailable. She said she wanted to see me before her trip to Chi-town on Wednesday. We shall see if that happens.
I go to the studio tonight to re-do lyrics for "Caligula". The Full Sail students informed us that their instructor deemed our song "too risque", since it dealt with the subjects of beastiality, sodomy, and incest.
First off, THERE IS NO BEASTIALITY. The lyrics go as follows:
You're mad, you're crazy
You're sick in the head
You sleep with a fever
With a horse in your bed
Implied? Maybe...if you're a fucking idiot.
Best history lesson ever: if you ever saw the movie, yes, Caligula slept with a horse. But that's it. SLEPT. He didn't fuck the horse...
Sodomy is implied, but never stated. Incest is in there, but you can't take that shit out. He had a relationship with his sister...so now I have to change history because some old fart who has probably sat in smokey, dark studios filled with mountains of blow and bitches doing the impossible with broom handles and Telefunken U-47's, thinks the song is inappropriate? Fuck that!
But whatever. We signed on with the students, and I don't wanna fuck them over. I will change the lyrics, for their project only. Probably try to make fun of Full Sail in some underlying way, too. And since they are gonna give us the original stuff, plus an opportunity to record the actual explicit version, I have little-to-no complaints.
You guys remember Lynard right? He was my homie in the RA program back in '04, attached to the hip, always together. I saw him yesterday! He was back in town for a wedding and he stopped by the apt to see me an Chase for a few minutes. Got to meet his girl, she seems cool. Wish I could have saw him longer, but time constraints was the name of the game. But one day, I'm sure we will hang longer, and it will be grand.
I'm sick of these fucking braids. I don't really like braids all that much (I really fucking hate dreads. For someone else? Cool. For me? Not so much). I am taking them out at the end of the week. I haven't combed my hair in over 6 months, and that shit ain't cool. So on the weekend, braids come out, hair gets washed, conditioned and combed. Should be awesome. I guess...FUCK, how am I supposed to know?
I want my apartment. I wanna wake up and not have to go to some 9 to 5. I want a drawing desk so I can do art. I want my bedroom to have recording gear. I want a big bed. I want...I guess I want too much right now.
"Oh, do you know?
And do you care?"
Phil Collins, 1982
I gotta rise to the top. It's what I have preached all my life and to not get there is to die, yo. I'm out to prove everyone wrong and prove myself right.
"La,la,la,la wait till I get my money right
la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) you cant tell me nothing
Uh, uh, you cant tell me nothing "
Kanye West, 2007
AND THAT'S THE MUTHAFUCKIN TRUTH, RUTH!
I'm ok, but shit could be better.
I didn't get to see Jessica this weekend. We talked a bit, but that was about it. She had some other things come up, so she was pretty unavailable. She said she wanted to see me before her trip to Chi-town on Wednesday. We shall see if that happens.
I go to the studio tonight to re-do lyrics for "Caligula". The Full Sail students informed us that their instructor deemed our song "too risque", since it dealt with the subjects of beastiality, sodomy, and incest.
First off, THERE IS NO BEASTIALITY. The lyrics go as follows:
You're mad, you're crazy
You're sick in the head
You sleep with a fever
With a horse in your bed
Implied? Maybe...if you're a fucking idiot.
Best history lesson ever: if you ever saw the movie, yes, Caligula slept with a horse. But that's it. SLEPT. He didn't fuck the horse...
Sodomy is implied, but never stated. Incest is in there, but you can't take that shit out. He had a relationship with his sister...so now I have to change history because some old fart who has probably sat in smokey, dark studios filled with mountains of blow and bitches doing the impossible with broom handles and Telefunken U-47's, thinks the song is inappropriate? Fuck that!
But whatever. We signed on with the students, and I don't wanna fuck them over. I will change the lyrics, for their project only. Probably try to make fun of Full Sail in some underlying way, too. And since they are gonna give us the original stuff, plus an opportunity to record the actual explicit version, I have little-to-no complaints.
You guys remember Lynard right? He was my homie in the RA program back in '04, attached to the hip, always together. I saw him yesterday! He was back in town for a wedding and he stopped by the apt to see me an Chase for a few minutes. Got to meet his girl, she seems cool. Wish I could have saw him longer, but time constraints was the name of the game. But one day, I'm sure we will hang longer, and it will be grand.
I'm sick of these fucking braids. I don't really like braids all that much (I really fucking hate dreads. For someone else? Cool. For me? Not so much). I am taking them out at the end of the week. I haven't combed my hair in over 6 months, and that shit ain't cool. So on the weekend, braids come out, hair gets washed, conditioned and combed. Should be awesome. I guess...FUCK, how am I supposed to know?
I want my apartment. I wanna wake up and not have to go to some 9 to 5. I want a drawing desk so I can do art. I want my bedroom to have recording gear. I want a big bed. I want...I guess I want too much right now.
"Oh, do you know?
And do you care?"
Phil Collins, 1982
I gotta rise to the top. It's what I have preached all my life and to not get there is to die, yo. I'm out to prove everyone wrong and prove myself right.
"La,la,la,la wait till I get my money right
la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right
Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing
(Haha) you cant tell me nothing
Uh, uh, you cant tell me nothing "
Kanye West, 2007
AND THAT'S THE MUTHAFUCKIN TRUTH, RUTH!