The 2 creepiest commercials this halloween

these disgusting things are designed to make you wanna eat candy.....They should play these at Weight Watcher's meetings and Jenny Craig weigh ins. Who would eat candy after? They definitely make me never want to consume the product they're pushin.

Snickers


Skittles

Free Music and some things I'll never rap about again

Been a while, but that's how it goes...........I'm hot, cold,hot, cold with all things creative. Anyway, I'm married now! We spent 12 days in italy learning how to relax and now we're trying to getting settled back in to life. Back to the grind. back to the grind.

I have a lot of music done and I'll be releasing it slowly over the next 6 months. First offering is my Neweast project. Its me and my man Speak ya Rhyme. It's titled "No boots, no hats" An ode to the modern "hip-hop" establishments that wont allow any hip-hop heads in unless they're disguised as extras from Jersey Shore. Boooooooooooo. Production from new-comer S. Grace (been talkin about him for a while) and Vherbal (germany). This conains songs that will be on future full length Grace collab.

download here. http://www.zshare.net/download/81366080806eefcd/

more music to come: ------------------------------------------

• another mixtape/album hybrid called "no goals, no direction" produced solely by my man Matteo Getz. It's a collection of songs we recorded together over the last 2 years or so. we had no goals or direction with em so we figured we should just put em out. yup, that's creative.

• full length S. grace album

• Self-produced EP entitled "the Air"

• Random features with various producers such a s EDM beats (508 brethren)
  

after these projects release, these are things i'll never rap about again

• the current state of hip hop..................we all know. it's stating obvious themes. not challenging
  
• how hip hop used to be........................some of us know, a lot of us don't but it's the past and not challenging or creative
  
• how i will save hip hop..........................I can't save anything. I can only create dope music and hope people enjoy it enough to tell their friends.

Forward this to any and all people liking hip-hop music.
Put the link on your blogs/pages/etc.

i appreciate all support, friends.

thanks!

Goodbye iPhone?

Damn you Apple! Damn you and your trendy, new ideas that work really good. I can't stand you and your superior products. I have been angry with you for a while now. My iPhone started crapping out on me. It seems like ever since the new one came out, mine stinks. I don't like my hand being forced, Apple. I like to make my own decisions, when I'm ready. But nooooo, not with the constant updates that go to all models of your increasingly affordable iPhone. The new software doesn't work good on my 3G, so I guess I have to upgrade to the iPhone 4. Not so fast Stevie Jobs. Is it ok if I call you Stevie? I feel like I know you because every other season, I watch you break news in your regular jeans, long sleeve mock-neck and your modest, practical sneakers. You dance around in front of your bazillion inch TV showing off new ideas and revolutionary leaps in hand-held technology. If you weren't so busy setting the standard every couple months, maybe you would notice that just because people stand in line for 3 days to buy a device from you, doesn't mean you have to make only one software for all of them. There.....I said it. I feel better.

Confession time, I left and went to Blackberry. It seemed logical. You're both fruit. The new Torch is incredible. If I hadn't tried the iPhone first, this would be the best phone ever made. Its fast and aesthetically pleasing. The touch screen is perfect but lacks the magical fluid technology that you guys obviously pay aliens for. The battery lasts more than 6 hours and the messaging is top notch. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, you guys (apple) tapped into my actual psyche and designed a phone from your exact findings. It's custom fit to my hand and the navigation is so sensible, it's like I just think and it goes. But you drop too many calls Apple. A lot of them. In the same spots too. Everyday. You're not reliable when I really need you. Like when I'm trying to tell my wife to DVR Alf on TV Land or explain to my friend that Revenge of the Nerds did indeed come out in 1984, I get cut short. Kaput. That's it. Then I have to press a button to call them back. Ahhh. C'mon man! There's no way its At&t. Impossible. Their slogan was “fewest dropped calls”

So I'm in a new relationship now, Apple and it's not quite the same. Its not the same at all. The only thing that's consistent is the dropped calls. I kind of miss you. I have 28 more days to decide if I'm committing to Blackberry for the next 2 years. Can I come back if it doesn't work out?

ChickenBone Renaissance pt. 2

But tonight, I'm reminded of the old me. The one that used to come here to lose as much of me as possible. I was more than ashamed of myself. I was hateful. I was spiteful towards my own soul. You know why? I'm serious, do you? I'm still trying to figure it out... I know I was so hurt in those days. Hurt to the point of being unrecognizable. I didn't know myself. I didn't know the ways of God and I certainly knew nothing about taking one on the chin and just manning up to take it again. I'm no working class hero. I'm not trying to be the voice of the little guy. I'm trying to get to the bottom of what exactly makes me feel like a scared little boy again. What is it that takes my manhood for a day or two? I can't call it...... I'm lying.

At some point I was programmed to believe in a false utopia. A false lifestyle where if you're really nice and don't lie and don't steal and refrain from any sexual activity, because "God is watching", then you'll be ok. Your life will just magically appear and you can enjoy it! Not true. Nothing further from the truth. Your life will be wicked hard. You will be betrayed. You will have your heart broken and you will wake up the next day and go to work. You will make a lot of mistakes and bad decisions. You will end up in a bar, drinking and writing about these exact things. Maybe you won't, but I will.

I wish Sunday school taught us about who Jesus really was, a love-crazed, hard-nosed revolutionary with divine appointment. He was rough. He was a tough guy. He was not always nice, pleasant, sweet and soft. The modern church should embrace this man and not the Cinnabon Christ. That one that goes down easy and is sweet and warm. I want the one that isn't that easy to swallow. The one that sticks in your side a bit. (pun fully intended) "Christ was not a hippy pickin lillies with his friends Jesus was a mans man, so men followed him"- da truth(cross movement) I can relate to this Jesus. I can understand him. More importantly, I feel like he can understand me; a man with many mistakes but a heart of gold.

And the show ends with the 31 yr old having exactly 2 drinks and going home, going to bed to fight again with the thoughts, anticipations and realizations.

ChickenBone Renaissance

I'm sitting in the same seat I used to sit in when I was a goon. Lost and lost and lost. It's funny how all these whiskey bottles in front of me are lit up........like they're the star of an upcoming show.

The show starts with a 31 year old, mad as hell. He sits and orders a beer and starts writing. He looks to each side and sees the new, sleeker, IKEA version of the barfly. heh. This place used to be a bridge between the college crowd and hardcore alcoholics. He loved it. Probably because he felt as tho he was connecting with his father in a strange, roundabout and far-fetched way.
His pops was a legend just 2 doors down at the Happy Swallow. A regular at this hole was regarded with disdain in the squeaky world. The world where everyone is nice and believes that God loves them. The world that exists when one decides to put up enough of that imagery on the walls of their thoughts. Anyway, pops never had much use for the church. The bar was his church and he was the pope. He was the one who always went home to his wife, always went to work the next day, never touched the drugs and never tried to step on you. He was a man of integrity amongst those who knew the word only as a far off, unreachable destination. They knew it existed but never really believed they could get there. The author just paused for a chug of the IPA. But his pops was that guy in the trenches with society's less desirable. He once saved a mans life right outside the Swallow. His wife seems to forget or maybe just outright deny this event. Pops came out of the bar and saw a guy sitting in the middle of the railroad tracks just across the street. Now this wasn't one of those Hollywood moments where he ran and pushed him out of the way in the nick of time. This was more life-like. He approached the torn soul, coerced him back to the bar, bought a round and talked it out with the dude. Then he drove him home. Tragedy avoided. An unsung hero born. A hero of the street people, the snipes, the dirt riders. This was a man apart.

His son was a far cry from that. His son Was raised with the fear and a grand notion of evil in the world. His son was 31 and writing this. This is his son. I am he I'm taking a sip again.

more soon..............

Thoughts on a sunny afternoon....

Eating healthy, recycling, planning ahead: I thought all these things sucked. I do all of em now. I even got a bike to putt around town with. I can stay in shape and save gas. What? Yeah. Strange, but no matter how many people told me these types of things were beneficial, I could come up with just as many reasons why not to do them. I've always had the "it's just not who I am" response cocked back, ready to launch.


I found out a couple years ago that I actually don't know who I am for sure. Any year before '08 I'd have said that was a bad thing. Now I'm excited that I'm not the same person since 19. I'm excited that I cam change and evolve. And I think that's what happens. You just stop doing stuff that yields no good response and reinforce the things that do, the things that make you feel better about yourself when you wake up.

Forget about who you so boldly stated you were and start living in the moment a little. Start looking for the things that make you smile. Have yourself an adventure or two. Till next time........
Stay tuned goons!

Idol v. Celtics

So I'm sitting in my lady's living room.......watching American Idol and game-casting the C's. Huh? yeah that's my night. Hahahaha. I did hook up a fat steak, preservative and steroid free via a meat share, courtesy of Chestnut Farms and my boy Ciro. Anyway, its like at least 88 degrees in here with the windows open. I'm chompin this steak like an animal, dripping sweat.....taking breaks only to chug Miller. It was an eccentric and primal experience. update: C's are losing by 9 and Ford just gave two cars to the potential winners of the show. As if they will need help on the transportation front. And before you jump, i'm no hater. I just don't like how this show has made a lot of people think that making music isn't worth it unless you can win. I've been going on this for a long time. Music is art. It's not a contest. "It's an expression of our souls when we dance and sing"- Murs. Shows like this are very rarely about music and very much about marketability. So to all you less talented and less pretty, please pick up a guitar, trumpet, piano, MPC or turntable. Play the hell out of it. If it feels good, keep going.

Wait!!!! Finally. Something great just happened. The "pants on the ground" dude just repped hard on the Idol stage with a late cameo appearance from one William Hung. Nice. I can stop now. peace!

Can't tell. Don't care.

I guess I really need to be recording and writing right now. Because I haven't felt right on stage for the last few shows. I really love my life right now. It's the first time that I am ok with everything not being ok. I still have much to look forward to. Not sure if it's a step in life or a spiritual maturity step. Can't tell. Don't care. (initial thoughts directly off stage)

why i suck at blogging

I think I update once a quarter which kind of defeats the purpose of the blog itself. Isn't it supposed to be a little look into my life? pretty sure its supposed to be. here's the thing, my life is boring. nothing of interest going on here. I could tell you the step by step of me trying to figure out my new mic compressor, but I'm sure you couldn't possibly handle that kind of excitement.

The other thing is I hate typing. I've actually become so used to transcribing on the iPhone, that i damn near forgot how to use the shift key. This is the sad de-evolution of my writing. This is the sad steps I take to talk about it. hahaha.

Anyway, I came up with a solution. The blog will be more of my writing outside of music. My rants, thoughts and commentary on the world as i see it. My website will be for the music. Stay tuned goons..