Deceit, camaraderie, adultery, straight-up gruesome killing, now that is Sons of Anarchy, AKA good television. What else is good television? Task for a few episodes, SouthLAnd, that new JFK jr joint, along with a few others. Every time my gut tells me to start a show, the dialogue seems to connect with my life at the time, that is afterall how I landed on one of my tags. There is a character named Della in SOA, which is all I'll say about that. I watch shows while doing other things, and I watch movies in the theatre with my 20k+ regal points. Crime 101 was a sweet movie, and Marty Supreme was fine, not to mention some comments I received on my striking similarity to the character. I did not believe it until a source I'd consider credible said the same. I should start playing ping pong. Or maybe that's not what she meant. Still not sure if what she said was a compliment, and she is moving up, and I am too. Slower and in a bit more of a painful way. Maybe that is the wrong word. It feels that way, though. More "Solo" could be it.
Hope you guys have been liking the album so far, seems people have been.
Today, the sun is out, and it is lovely. Today, I am going to the studio. Not my basement, aka the kitchen, aka the dungeon (shouts to Outkast), aka the stu, but an actual real studio. I never feel comfortable there; the company is fine, but it isn't homey. I also am not accustomed to working with others, especially with my tracks. No one seems to want what I want with the same sort of fire or direction or intent, I guess that may be the best word. I have intent, with everything, most things at least. I always reach for that itch in my brain so I can scratch it, successfully or unsuccessfully. I still do it, maybe for the sake of experience or the story, but the story usually stays with me. I used to go to this one studio on Fridays for a few weeks. I'd sit there spliffed and brewed up, wonky and emotional, half-assing some verse until the engineer (my friend) left for a brief moment, and it was then that I could really lay a verse down. She would come back, and I would say, "Here ya go". It was my verse on my beat, which is sort of funny, thinking about it now. The invites stopped coming after her boss had told her my "beats had no space for vocals" or they "were mixed weird" or some other dig that wasn't a dig but was. That dude cannot cook like me anyway. I want to see him make pop music while listening to Marci!!! That is a Della-only experience. Today, I'll be on someone else's joint; let's see how that pans out. I've got a few goals for the year. Today has been a good day so far. I've had urges to reach out and text someone, but I pushed through. I hope they had a good trip. It seemed very fun. I guess I am on my own trip? It does not require a plane for now, but it is a trip nevertheless.
1/5, yes there are 5 boroughs. yes im from the best one.