polyphony.

It's Critical.

or, at least i'm making it that way.

this may have spawned from the current mood climate i'm basking in, in some weird way- but yo.

i have to do this.

a friend of mine told me today that i should meet a music professor that teaches at her school. he said that he didn't want to get old- because he wants to live long enough to hear what black people do next, musically speaking.

that's so real.

i mean, that's love, you know? that's the kind of love i posess for sound. that's where i find release. i really don't know how to put it in words right now... maybe after the first lp drops, i'll be over it somewhat. right now, though- i feel almost indebted to getting this shit in gear.

*sigh*

i'm at a loss for proper articulation of these feelings, but i think you get the point. in some non-detrimental form, i will be devoted to it. comprehensive proofs are in the wings.
i just wish i had been forcefed music as a little guy, even if i didn't want it... i'd be so much further ahead than i am now- i feel like i'm floundering, wandering around aimlessly with fingerless hands.

ah well. just gotta find some fingers somewhere.

on to other things-

i feel really touchy-feely-huggy-luvvyduvvy-cuddly today. i don't know why. i can honestly say that the only thing worse than being sexually frustrated is actively repressing the shit. it's like trying to dam up the atlantic ocean. it's too deep and too wide. the spillage is tremendous and potentially dangerous.

argh.

i'm trying, though. i think, what i really need is a girlfriend. but i can't even be sure that i could handle one at this point, or perhaps more importantly, whether anyone could handle me. if they'd even want to. i'm a struggling artist with an indeterminable craft... lol.

...get the fuck out of here.

i swear... i'm going to kick my ass, and everything it's involved in, and i'll make an assesment of it all @ the top of the year.

recognize the underdogs.