mighty hungry.

i *kinda* sold two beats.

i've yet to be fully paid for either.

i'm heading up to t-dot next month to work on some music with my peoples. i have so much equipment to purchase. i gotta step my game up, too. i got this mixtape to get popping, a dj set to ace, a EP to finish and so many other verbal commitments that i've opened my fat mouth and agreed to.

plus i got creative branch-outs that i have to explore. plus i gotta keep the network game on full tilt. that stuff is HARD.

man. no rest for the weary, for real. where's a manager when you need one?!

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this is sorta other-bloggy, but it's on my mind now so i'ma talk about it. besides, it has everything to do with my music.

i just want my peoples to know that i really do love you all. i'm working really hard to chase a dream that has a race car engine and sticky tires. i'm running down the street after it in some busted prokeds. you feel me? this is a 25/8 type of deal. hopefully, only for a short period of time. if it takes me 5 years to get to a point where i can live off this, why front on me in my first year?

why give me hell now?

i'm tryin man, really i am. i hope yall understand. 'cause at this juncture, it looks like it may only get worse. and believe me, i'm not faring any better than you guys are... sometimes i feel like i'm going crazy with all the pressure i put on myself, and there's barely a ripple in the proverbial lake. just gimme some time to myself to work this out... i swear i'm good for it.

thanks.

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4am. sunday morning. i'ma get me some pineapple soda and hit the sheets.

love me now!

j*daveybaby, that is.

yo.

i will readily admit that i slept on these cats pretty hard.

i don't even know how long i've been sleeping on them, but it's been a good while. and it was on purpose. there's a saying that much of what okayplayer cosigns and hypes up has a strong chance of not being very good. it's unfortunate but it rings true all too often.

besides, look at them. the look makes me wanna roll my eyes. ubercool hipsters with funky hair, tight jeans and a MicroKorg. spare me!

well.

a friend sent me the demo they did, maybe a good 3 months ago at least... i never listened to it, of course. totally not like me, because i don't keep stuff i don't listen to. i have an excuse though, it was sent over AIM and it sat in that stupid download folder AIM creates, running the chance of being forgotten forever.

fast forward to this weekend, when said friend forwards me a copy of kudu's album. i go to retrieve it to put on my dell dj, and lo & behold, there's the j*davey record. i had already heard no more and let it bleed... so i'm like, yeah, lemme throw this on as well. can't hurt.

man.

consider me thoroughly ensconced. i love the ideas this brook d'leau cat has for music. he is THE ying to jackdavey's yang (briana cartwright/whatever she's calling herself). it made me think of prince and/or neptunes getting in a studio with jdilla, REDUX of course. they aren't THAT good, but they are very good.

one thing i found very refreshing is that the music is completely and utterly devoid of the hipster pretense that i expected to hear. don't get me wrong, she thinks she's cute and she thinks everybody else does too, but it only manifests as an assured confidence that bangs along happily with great music. no more, in my opinion, could EASILY be on the radio. we're talking about a indie group with no particular superlabel grooming (outside of briana's studio experience), dressing and looking like troubled youth circa 1986, making a song that could without question be a summer anthem.

gotta respect that.

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expect to see me with a hot singer chick, a tight shirt and some 80's synths making some banging beats soon!

lmao

duck, sneak...

duck, sneak...

duck, sneak...

duck, sneak and paint...

nah, seriously. i'd like to make a song about going on mission. i just hate to see a healthy subculture appropriated the way it goes on these days. not saying that lupe is faking the funk, he's actually 3 times as believeable as pharrell (who i believe as well).

but, you know niggas. © jay z.

and for every real cat who's doing it because he or she loves it, it's 5 ova niggas watching them, drunk off the quirky sex appeal that counterculture undeniably has, and a pocket full of the monies necessary to fund a full fledged biting extravaganza.

tres wack.

all that being said, Kick Push is a great song. i loved the video, too. response has been weird. reaction to things like this give you a real good idea of what sort of thought process the general public is working with. for instance, on our favorite message board, people were saying such retarded things as "i wish he would have had some real cool skaters doing crazy tricks, jumping over him while he was rapping"

like, are you serious?

did you listen to the lyrics?

the song isn't about tricks. unbelievable.

anyway. i should start writing that, even if only for posterity's sake.

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so i've been networking, trying to keep the name afloat. the logical next move is to have something to refer people to when i start dropping my name in various circles. i need a website. i need a logo. i need an identity, a brand. i'm fortunate enough to know a gang of talented designers that can do far more than i could wish to, to that end. time to tap the resources.

i'll keep posts on the blog regarding the progress, and launch dates.

i also need photography, and i've kept in contact with one cat in particular, because i think he's an amazing talent behind the lens... i hope i can still afford him, as he's had some major blowuptuation in the years since we first bumped heads.

this is the weird part of it all; the new learning process for me, the business side of things. making yourself official to the common public. like, to this point it was all about banging on drum pads and sampling records. now i gotta get paid.

i'm trying to get my work on a released project to that i can get my ASCAP membership. i need a brand to explain the name, and make it stick. i've been skipping on beat making sessions, burning the candle at both ends trying to network through the various available channels. getting and giving phone numbers, keeping appointments. shameless self promotion (i really need to get better at that, being an a$$hole comes with the territory) etc/etc.

it's fun, but it's hard. i'm glad i do enjoy it. ive come to the conclusion that this is how you know you're really in something for the long haul, for the love. every excruciating hour of toil and trouble in the name of moving up in the ranks is welcomed. you're dedicated to your craft and it wakes you up in the morning. a day is incomplete unless you're putting every free hour into it.

i'm almost ready to quit my job. ALMOST.

i almost wish they'd fire me. i'd like to see where i'd end up after 6 months of unemployment, virtually unlimited time and access to my music, and time to network on top of it. haha.

*sigh*

until that day, yo.