polyphony.

*blaOw*

back in the house. so i'm watching reruns of real world new york, and it's making me SICK how these cats are fucking over this dream job they have!

lemme break it down.

1st of all, they are living in this ridiculous triplex thing in the motherfucking MIDDLE of manhattan. ok? then they get this dream job, something i would love to be doing. they get to do a+r type shit for Arista records. now, i mean, that's not what i see myself doing forever, i'm a musician, but that's resume fodder. that's experience. that's free access to a industry leader's studio. that's fucking connex. to see these lazy ass motherfuckers piss all over that job is making me cringe.

i don't get breaks like that.
ah well, eff it. i like struggle anyway. as long as i am making considerable progress, i can deal with struggle. like, i chill on the lesson board at okayplayer.com a lot, and there are alot of heads there that do the music thing, like i'm trying to do. i catch inspiration from them, them cats are my heroes. like these guys.



dujeous, or



little brother.

thos cats inspire me because they are doing it up the hard way, making inroads for themselves. and their music is GOOD as well.

remember those names, kids.

i think i'm going to go out and do something, just take a train ride or something. i have a meeting with shitty ass UPS monday night, and i need to do some thinking so as to NOT allow myself to get caught up in some forever shit with that job.

peace.