Grouper -"Living Room"
Grouper -"Living Room"
Donna Summer -"She Works Hard For The Money"
I officially have a job now. Today was my first day.
I’m official, guys. I’m addicted to making sub-par music. Also, drenching everything in reverb and echo helps.
Guitar Vader -"All The People Envy My New Guitar"
I was messing around with audacity today and I recorded a crappy demo version of a song that I’ve been working on. In light of the events that I explained in my previous post, I figured it was relevant enough to put online. The song is about a drunk lonely dude trying to hit on people.
I went to the bar by my place today to meet up with some friends. While we were chillin’, a dude walked by a couple of times and complemented me on my hair. I was like, “uh… thanks”. Later, the dude asked for a cigarette from my friend and we invited him to sit with us. He was a little drunk and he rambled on about how he almost fought some other guy who had been at the bar earlier that night. I was like, “word?”. After chillin’ for a while longer, my friends decided to close their tabs and leave.
The dude was there alone and he still had a stein of Blue Moon to finish so I was like, “I’ll hang with you while you finish, dude”. As we sat together, he talked to me about DJing and electronic music. I was like, “that’s what’s up”. He invited me back to his place so we could listen to some music. I was like, “yeah, I’m down if that’s all we’re gonna do”.
On the way back to his place, he told me several times that he thought I was beautiful. I responded graciously, but also made it a point to state clearly that I was not interested in having a physical relationship with him (or anybody else) that night. When we finally got to his place, he showed me some cool stuff about mixing and beat-matching. At the same time, he kept asking me if I wanted to hook up and dismissing my responses every time I declined his offers. Eventually, I was like, “yo, I’m gonna dip out”. Upon hearing this, he got overly dramatic and accused me of leading him on. I gave him a hug and left.
This is the second time something like this has happened to me in the last few months. While I’m flattered when people complement me on my looks or offer to buy me drinks, that shouldn’t make them feel entitled to sex or any level of intimacy that I don’t feel comfortable with… especially if I explicitly state that I’m not about it. Maybe I need t be more blunt about my intentions (or lack thereof). Maybe I should just stop being nice to strangers. Alas, the irony (is it irony? Maybe I’m stupid, but I still don’t have a concrete grasp of what irony is. Maybe ‘poetic element’ is a better term) of the situation does not escape me. As a man who’s probably made a few women feel uncomfortable (hopefully not to this extent) over the years, it’s interesting to be on the other end of this situation. Anyway, I feel shitty now. Maybe I’ll take a shower or something.
p.s. The dude who was hitting on me tonight accused me multiple times of calling him a “faggot” and stealing his drink. Neither of these things are true.
Cab Calloway -"It Ain’t Necessarily So"
I already made a facebook post so I might as well post on tumblr too. Happy Fathers Day to all the great dad’s and father figures out there. I feel fortunate to have such cool dudes in my life. Hopefully, I’m be a positive role model for a little homie or homette some day.
Nerdzerker -"Jurassic Fart"
Guantanamo Baywatch -"We Came With Dottie"
I’ve had some pretty weir dreams the past few nights.
On Monday night, my dream started out with me, Kanye West and a few other friends playing basketball at the park. We were doing our thing when a couple of dudes came over and started to talk shit. At first, we thought nothing of it, but later, we decided to assert our manhood by challenging our antagonizers to physical combat. I started pushing one of the guys around, but when he started to fight back, I realized that I was severely outmatched (seriously, this guy was like a black ninja or something). Upon realizing this, we decided the best approach would be to fight dirty and gang-up on the smaller guys in the group. This worked for a while, but our scuffle started to attract the attention of other people at the park. Soon, there were like a hundred dudes there fighting and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw somebody slam our original adversary on the pavement. His skull split open like a raw egg and all of the contents spewed out. That was when stuff got real. Hearing police sirens in the distance, i hightailed it out of there. I hopped fences and ran through yards for what seemed like half an hour. Eventually, I came to a little shack in the woods. There, I met a cartoon baby, a kid with a meat cleaver in his head, and some other weird children. They let me stay with them and eat snacks for a while.
My dream last night was a little bit more jumbled. I think it started out with me chillin’ at the park (a different park) with some friends. One of them was some type of freelance writer and he was telling us about his job. later, I came across a group of retired NBA players. They were doing some type of weird massage train. It was chill for a while, but then, one of the dudes who looked a little bit like Cleveland Brown from family guy started putting his fingers in peoples butt holes. At first, the dudes were a little weirded out, but they got comfortable with the idea pretty quickly. After that, they had a discussion about who’s suit was the tightest. Later, I joined them for a bag of spicy potato chips.
Dreams are so strange.
Young Thug -"Treasure (feat. Zuse)"
Days N’ Daze -"Post Party Depression"
some doodles. There’s a fish dude, a face and a picture of Batman that I tried to drew when I was kinda drunk. Also, in case anybody cares, I drew these with a Lamy Safari fine nib with Noodler’s foret green and a Lamy Safari medium nib with Lamy black.
The Stooges -"I Wanna Be Your Dog"