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0 comments | September 13, 2003

another wasted nite.

weekend even.
no new york for the roots shit at jones beach.
no drinky drink tonight, my cousin was supposed to holler with details.

the folks rented 'a beautiful mind', which i'm not aversed to watching, but my dad had to say something that pissed me off. don't feel like being in his company at the moment.
so once again... it's this ugly ass room.

i was thinking today... i wonder what it is that actually pushes people past having a creative mind, into actually producing with their creativity. like, for instance, musically. not to toot any proverbial horns, but most of the shit (hip hop wise specifically, that being the ground breaking, paradigm shifting culture of today) that gets heralded as amzing, fresh, new, and "changing the soundscape of rap music" i've already thought of. not so far as actual songs, but concepts, ideas...

but then i haven't produced one ground breaking song.

no ingenius verses.

my beats all sound like pete rock circa 1994. if that.

so what's the catch?

take for instance, dre's half of the outkast double album. where as with lotsa shit, you find yourself saying, "damn, *i* shoulda thought of that." i find myself saying, "damn i been thinking about doing that but i just aint know how."

not to take anything from dre though.
so far, from what i've heard of the album, it's awesome. his and b ig boi's. a big speakerboxx to all the motherfuckers that said big boi couldn't be a solo artist... duke is nice. like, *nice.*

they are gonna take over, once again. can you believe that outkast are still underrated?
that's a statement.

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man.
being far away from somebody you dig is hard.
give it years and it becomes fucking impossible. i try to keep my head up and shit, but it's fucking hard... i dunno.

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i should have a new beat up soon.
soon as my DSL decides to stay connected for more than an hour at a time, that is.
i don't even wanna try uploading it on dial-up, but maybe i should.

i got a couple i'm working on that should be ready for public consumption in a few days.


yo being alone sucks

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