polyphony.

things could be looking up.

like, waaay the hell up. why?

well, i'll start at tuesday, aug. 6th. i decide to register with monster.com and see how they worked, since bullshit ass careerbuilder dot com was fronting on getting me some results.

so me being as desperate as i am to get shit moving, i register, load up my resume, and bomb the shit out of every clerical/data entry/administrative asst. postition i can find in philly and new york city, because i see myself living there relatively soon.

relatively.

anyways, by wednesday, my hotmail inbox is peppered with responses from a few jobs- "hey, we are interested, hit us up, blah blah." it's cool, it's all like primerica stuff, insurance sales. at least i'm getting some response, right?
so that's good. props to monster for making things happen.

thursday afternoon, i get a call from a staffing agency. i'm giddy as fuck. they ask me to come in to speak w/ a recruiter. i'm like, sure. so we set it up for next wednesday, i want this shit to happen, so i'm like, "early in the morning, 9:30am, let's do this!!!" fine. so she gives me the address-

14 wall street, new york, ny.

...why'd it have to be in nyc, y'all? this is what i'm thinking. 1st off, i'm in philly. to make it to manhattan by 9:30 is just a bit crazy, seeing as how i would have to basically start getting myself ready by 4:30 that morning. it's 3:30am as i type. ok? but big fuckin' deal. whatever. the real shit is that if i was to land a gig in nyc, what the hell? am i supposed to be homeless until i save up enough dough to settle in?

shit!

so i'm like fuck it, i'm going anyway. whatever.

i talk to a friend tonight, and she's like, "well when are you trying to move? i got something in an email-" and it's a room that's up for rent. specifics?

"The apartment is 3 bedroom/2 bath(I have the private bathroom),3rd floor unit of a 4 floor apartment building located in Bed-Stuy(Malcolm X Blvd btw Macon and Halsey). Nice sized living room, small den area and kitchen. 5 blocks from the A/C line (Utica St. Station)."

bing!

they (the roommates, there's two of them) want a roomie by september. there is a catch, i'd need about $1050 by september 1st which is ALOT to ask of myself. but anyway, it would be a dope set up.

"Room is about 15x20, carpeted, unfurnished, has cable jack, no phone jack though(you'd be responsible for that). Unfortunately there's no closet in the room itself either, its right outside the room in the hallway."

the fuckin' room is 15x20? as in feet? email me and tell me i'm a dumb ass if i'm wrong for thinking that that's rather large. anyway, i'm type happy about that. the rent is $525/month... depending on what the imagined gig would pay me, that can be done.

is this falling into place or what?
plus she tells me that she's trying to get up out of her place by january. like, i could score her spot maybe. but that's futureness. right now, though- thangs look like if shit goes right, i could nail this shit on the head.

dunno, i was born a fucking dreamer. shit ain't changed cause i'm older. i'll keep you updated, though.

yo... love is some tough shit, man. i'm not a tear shedder by nature, but the past couple days have had me wanting to shower the length and breadth of my existence with 'em.

the situation is too involved for me to want to even attempt to explain, but the point of it is that it's fucking heart wrenching. i used to be loveless and used to being solo, and i'd hear other cats talk about how they missed their girl, how they just broke up, i could never comprehend the seriousness of these scenarios, but i knew i wanted to partake in shit like that, so i could have some stories.

now i comprehend, and i *DO NOT* envy those motherfuckers. at all. this taste of the shit inhabits your mouth every morning, plagues your thoughts all fucking day, and blocks sleep at night. it's wild. especially when a person means SO much to you. i'm hoping i can deal with it, and i'm hoping she can too.

i'll probably cry about it tonight. hopefully that will be it.

um.. what else? AHH YES!

InI.

let me just say this. pete rock is a fucking GENIUS man. ok, take nothing away from the greatness of other producers. premier is arguably a genius too, as is jay dee (ummah, not fucking jermaine dupri.), madlib is unreal, and prince paul is ridiculous, marley marl's sheer discog. speaks to his genius; he masterminded some of the most important hip hop hits in history... but for sheer beat construction- i truly believe pete rock is untouchable. we all know about his usual jazzy style, downbeatish groove shit. but yo- he can do premier type bangers; the shit he's done for UN. "cake" is such a banger, not really a party banger like "ante up", but it's definitely a good thugged out track.

...look. pete is a genius, ok?

take the kids' word for it. sample flipping, basslines, choruses. you can't touch him! anyway- InI's Fakin' Jax is one hell of an incredible track. i was listening to it today. all i could do is shake my head and listen to it. i really can NOT wait until the new petey/c.l. jawn drops. c.l. himself said that he was the "best that ever did it on a pete rock track" and dude is right, yo. that shit is going to be NUTS!!!

but back to InI.

square one, microphonist wanderlust and to each his own are dope tracks too. the discerning ear will recognize the square one sample as having also been used by camp lo on their debut album, in the song sparkle. anOTHER dope track.

what can i say, the kid is good to his readers.

i'd love to spit on some pete shit. my ultimate dream though, is to maybe one day scale the wall that is his skill in music production.

someday, hopefully.

peace.