This domain name has been registered to me for a good while now...sadly it has never been kept up to date for longer than three months and I can’t honestly say that I have posted anything I consider to be of any value. Today I atone for my neglect. While I was at South Carolina State University I did what all idealistic art students do: I went to a poetry reading. Poetry really isn't my thing; in fact, I think I can say I don't like poetry(I think I just lied). Despite this, I felt honored and abused (you don't want to hear some people say some things) by some of the things the poets shared. So today, I give back and makeup for neglecting my site (for place of my clients) in one post.
Return to the Studio
It seems to me that the summer of 2005 should be known as "the great collapse." Most of my friends, like me, hit personal bottoms. Some of us endured major financial struggles; others, heavy hits in our personal lives. Most of us have had both of them. Working shit jobs with shit hours only to have enough money get you to the bar where your friends sneak us drinks. Hanging out in the streets because we don’t have enough money for gas to get us anywhere. Being bombarded with women who's secrets we don’t want to be told. Then suddenly the “we” became me. I learned in the next summer (2006): Time claims most relationships, women and money are second on the list, and finally, chemical addiction more often than anyone wants to speak of. Those four factors left me "that guy"-- you know, the pretentious surviver--always sober, and always employed. Now, I have the cash to finally do something, but without the people it all started with. In front of my computer screen with photoshop and skEdit open, preparing to make a new client's site, as my latest project edges closer to being complete, I mourn the loss of good friends.
Jay Dilla Really changed my life
I am Not a producer or serious musician and I never knew Jay Dilla personally. When people deify celebrities or act as though they where a part of their lives, I get very judgmental. But at this moment, I am a hypocrite.
Rest In Peace Jay Dilla
I knew you before Katrina; she isn't good for our relationship, is she, New Orleans?
I am not a fan of discussing events when they are "BREAKING NEWS". Two hours of Fox News or CNN isn't long enough to craft a valid opinion. o, because someone else has worn out the whole "we don't have enough information" line, I will stop the preface here. I remember seeing the pictures on Yahoo! and feeling foolish.My first thought was, "Thank God I live in America." Damn…looking back on it, I try to make a joke of my stupidity to make the imbruement of my ignorance easier, but it doesn’t work. Regardless of how sarcastic I was about it, I can't erase the shame of my initial thoughts.
Two weeks before Katrina, my family went on a tour of the city. I remember our proud tour guide showing us (along with the elderly couple and their know-it-all son) her city with all of its pumps and modern technology to prevent the worst. All this time after all of that, I still can't think of anything to say other than DAMN.
