After reading the Tupac post by Menace, I decided to put these up. I think this is a great example of hip hop rhyme scheme, subject matter, ect.
By Jay-Z
Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know
Shit it ain't about your city or borough
It's bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you lookin familiar
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
My Painting WIP
As well as playing instruments, and being a music junky, I paint. I noticed that if I do not listen to the same songs, or hear a different type of genre the painting changes accordingly. Weird huh?
I'm Deciding what to name the painting, here are the songs I listen to while painting:
Na de Na
American Woman
Sex on Fire
Animals
Brown Eyed Girl
Bad Girlfriend
Noche de Sexo
Slide
Angeles
Any ideas?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
F**k**g change the station!!
Music plays a huge role in our life. We have appropriate songs for everything. EVERY flipping time we hear a song something pops into our heads. Even when we hear something for the first time, our brain immediately jumps to "hey what does that sound like?".
Today I did something unfathomable, crazy kOo KoO, and completely out of character. I drove home with the music in my car OFF.
Why?
Because music is so strong. In fact too strong. My anxiety is so that I cannot hear any music because, frankly there are way to many emotions running through my head. The last thing I need to put my heart on shuffle and experience more.(Right now I am waiting to find out whether, the girl of my dreams. The one that has been my best friend for two years. Will accept me as her boyfriend.)
For all you dudes out there. Don't judge, I get more chicks than most. She is just special. For all you girls out there, why is this such a hard thing to decide? I mean why not give a simple ok or no? I mean, I am sitting here dying inside, having no clue what to expect. Also the fact that shes taking so long makes me think the worst.
But let's get back to music. I know music.
Music, is precious, its perfect, it is potent. Nothing like music exists in our world. When an artist takes a brush and paints bright red streaks across his whole canvas. We as observers get a clue that he is in distress from strong emotion. But we do not understand if it is love, agony, anger, distress or what tone to take this emotion depicted as. But when I slam out some solos on my guitar. It is Magical! All of a sudden, I convey with no words, exactly how I feel at that moment. Not only that, but also, anyone hearing my music FEELS it as well.
Music also has an emotion unique to it. There is no word to properly describe this feeling alone. If I had to choose one word for this term it would be ROCK.But really c'mon! Rock??
It is not like a rock at all, certainly it is hard, but not material, rock is everywhere, but not in the ground. This has to be explained in more than just one word.
The emotion of rock, is that emotion, which inspires the listener to express to others that he or she passionately enjoys the sound which they are listening to. Rock is a wave of energy ripping through a crowded concert. A force so strong that it pushes immediate physical reactions to occur. \nn/ (*&^)\nn/ Right away anyone seeing this expression will feel happiness and say "yeah rock on". It is an emotion which no one ever feels jealousy for. Because as soon as one person feels it, it acts like a yawn, pretty soon all others remember what rocking feels like or they rock themselves.
I wish girls were more like music, and that with enough practice I could figure them out. And DAM what a world would it be if all emotions were like rock!?!
Today I did something unfathomable, crazy kOo KoO, and completely out of character. I drove home with the music in my car OFF.
Why?
Because music is so strong. In fact too strong. My anxiety is so that I cannot hear any music because, frankly there are way to many emotions running through my head. The last thing I need to put my heart on shuffle and experience more.(Right now I am waiting to find out whether, the girl of my dreams. The one that has been my best friend for two years. Will accept me as her boyfriend.)
For all you dudes out there. Don't judge, I get more chicks than most. She is just special. For all you girls out there, why is this such a hard thing to decide? I mean why not give a simple ok or no? I mean, I am sitting here dying inside, having no clue what to expect. Also the fact that shes taking so long makes me think the worst.
But let's get back to music. I know music.
Music, is precious, its perfect, it is potent. Nothing like music exists in our world. When an artist takes a brush and paints bright red streaks across his whole canvas. We as observers get a clue that he is in distress from strong emotion. But we do not understand if it is love, agony, anger, distress or what tone to take this emotion depicted as. But when I slam out some solos on my guitar. It is Magical! All of a sudden, I convey with no words, exactly how I feel at that moment. Not only that, but also, anyone hearing my music FEELS it as well.
Music also has an emotion unique to it. There is no word to properly describe this feeling alone. If I had to choose one word for this term it would be ROCK.But really c'mon! Rock??
It is not like a rock at all, certainly it is hard, but not material, rock is everywhere, but not in the ground. This has to be explained in more than just one word.
The emotion of rock, is that emotion, which inspires the listener to express to others that he or she passionately enjoys the sound which they are listening to. Rock is a wave of energy ripping through a crowded concert. A force so strong that it pushes immediate physical reactions to occur. \nn/ (*&^)\nn/ Right away anyone seeing this expression will feel happiness and say "yeah rock on". It is an emotion which no one ever feels jealousy for. Because as soon as one person feels it, it acts like a yawn, pretty soon all others remember what rocking feels like or they rock themselves.
I wish girls were more like music, and that with enough practice I could figure them out. And DAM what a world would it be if all emotions were like rock!?!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Love songs?
My buddies are always ragging on me because all I ever want to play are love songs. More than that, the only song I have ever written is for a girl, and she probably could care less.
Why so romantic? what's manly about that? You can't rock to a soft subject like love? They drone on and on. Well I frankly don't care, my life is my own. My art my own, love is just really hard for me to understand. The problem with love is that it is always different, slightly as it may be, every time, and from person to person.
It's comforting to me, to play a song. Someone else wrote and hear thoughts I've had as well. It makes it seem like, maybe there is some method to this madness. That there is a way to make love work.
I'm not wimpy, or depressed, and I listen to angry or happy fast music all the time. But something about picking up a guitar brings out the emotional soft side of me. I think the shock from my friends is because it is against my character. I am loud, obnoxious, outgoing, and have a very manly sort of personality.
So who says I can't rock out to Sixpence None the Richer?? or The Goo Goo Dolls?
\nn/ (^&^) \nn/
Why so romantic? what's manly about that? You can't rock to a soft subject like love? They drone on and on. Well I frankly don't care, my life is my own. My art my own, love is just really hard for me to understand. The problem with love is that it is always different, slightly as it may be, every time, and from person to person.
It's comforting to me, to play a song. Someone else wrote and hear thoughts I've had as well. It makes it seem like, maybe there is some method to this madness. That there is a way to make love work.
I'm not wimpy, or depressed, and I listen to angry or happy fast music all the time. But something about picking up a guitar brings out the emotional soft side of me. I think the shock from my friends is because it is against my character. I am loud, obnoxious, outgoing, and have a very manly sort of personality.
So who says I can't rock out to Sixpence None the Richer?? or The Goo Goo Dolls?
\nn/ (^&^) \nn/
Apologia
I am sorry it took me this long to post a new update. Things came up over v-day weekend and so forth.
Actually, I have seen this type of statement on many blogs and often wondered why apologize at all? I guess the answer is, people forget that these blogs are run by real people with a life, jobs, school, girlfriends ect. There are other things which come first when it comes to priorities.
I find these make shift apologies humorous because often they are not. Really most are not like an apology, but more like a angry letter back to all readers, saying "shut up" when they ask when an update is to come.
Actually most of these apologies, are filled with sarcasm. Most of these apologies, are composed of short snappy sentences. Most of these apologies, contain angry diction. Most of these apologies, lack Sincerity. Few of these apologies, are in fact apologies.
But no, really I'm sorry.
Actually, I have seen this type of statement on many blogs and often wondered why apologize at all? I guess the answer is, people forget that these blogs are run by real people with a life, jobs, school, girlfriends ect. There are other things which come first when it comes to priorities.
I find these make shift apologies humorous because often they are not. Really most are not like an apology, but more like a angry letter back to all readers, saying "shut up" when they ask when an update is to come.
Actually most of these apologies, are filled with sarcasm. Most of these apologies, are composed of short snappy sentences. Most of these apologies, contain angry diction. Most of these apologies, lack Sincerity. Few of these apologies, are in fact apologies.
But no, really I'm sorry.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
One of my Favorite songs From one of my Favorite Movies
This song was originally written by Jackson Browne, his version is slowish and more heart felt. This version is sung by Nico an artist which was from velvet underground the band put together by Andy Wharhol. I like better as far as the guitar part because it is faster. But I am not in love with her voice, it's deep and doesn't fit with the music as well as Browne's does.
On Passion.
Often when we musicians describe our interest in music or an instrument we say "it is my passion", but this is taken lightly and I feel that the meat of the meaning is lost. The Merrian-Webster online dictionary defines passion as:
"Main Entry: pas•sion Pronunciation: \ˈpa-shən\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin passion-, passio suffering, being acted upon, from Latin pati to suffer — more at patient Date: 13th century 1often capitalized a: the sufferings of Christ between the night of the Last Supper and his death b: an oratorio based on a gospel narrative of the Passion 2obsolete : suffering 3: the state or capacity of being acted on by external agents or forces 4 a (1): emotion (2)plural : the emotions as distinguished from reason b: intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction c: an outbreak of anger 5 a: ardent affection : love b: a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept c: sexual desire d: an object of desire or deep interest — pas•sion•less \-ləs\ adjective synonyms passion , fervor , ardor , enthusiasm , zeal mean intense emotion compelling action. passion applies to an emotion that is deeply stirring or ungovernable . fervor implies a warm and steady emotion . ardor suggests warm and excited feeling likely to be fitful or short-lived . enthusiasm applies to lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity . zeal implies energetic and unflagging pursuit of an aim or devotion to a cause . synonyms see in addition feeling"
There is a unique flavor of pride which arises whenever a human views an inanimate object as an extension of himself. It seems to me that, men seem to be more inclined to perform this action. I think maybe it is because women are often much more social beings than men. They are gifted in their ability to express thought and emotion to others. Women can relate without the need for this physical real life metaphor, which occurs when an object takes over as the image of a man's self.
Then again this cannot simply be reason since; I often wonder what it is that makes a group of guys gleefully admire a car, motorcycle, or a guitar. Not all of them have resorted to identify their selves with the same object. In my case, it is not so much the actual car but the emotional footnotes which come attached with it. These are all the connotations, memories, wants, wishes, and everything else that are brought up by the contemplation of the item. When these are positive then we take great pride in our possessions. They become much more valuable to us than the raw metals, wood, and other materials which make up the object of our pride.
There is a sort of sadistic love which occurs along with this pride. We slave over a car part cleaning it, trimming any excess, till we are satisfied. In the process we bleed, we sweat, and are drained of all energy. All of this taking place in a moldy, stagnant, humid, inhospitable garage. I feel like all of the hardships add spice to the flavor of this pride. Men, relish in the glory of the accomplishment. But even more when we have battle scars to show for our progress.
This pride, this narcissistic, sadistic, manly pride is something i have come to know as a musician. Something i have come to share with others as a man. That is why any man who has a hobby which causes some sort of conflict and represents him in some way identifies with all men who also fit that description, no matter if they share a different passion.
"Main Entry: pas•sion Pronunciation: \ˈpa-shən\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin passion-, passio suffering, being acted upon, from Latin pati to suffer — more at patient Date: 13th century 1often capitalized a: the sufferings of Christ between the night of the Last Supper and his death b: an oratorio based on a gospel narrative of the Passion 2obsolete : suffering 3: the state or capacity of being acted on by external agents or forces 4 a (1): emotion
There is a unique flavor of pride which arises whenever a human views an inanimate object as an extension of himself. It seems to me that, men seem to be more inclined to perform this action. I think maybe it is because women are often much more social beings than men. They are gifted in their ability to express thought and emotion to others. Women can relate without the need for this physical real life metaphor, which occurs when an object takes over as the image of a man's self.
Then again this cannot simply be reason since; I often wonder what it is that makes a group of guys gleefully admire a car, motorcycle, or a guitar. Not all of them have resorted to identify their selves with the same object. In my case, it is not so much the actual car but the emotional footnotes which come attached with it. These are all the connotations, memories, wants, wishes, and everything else that are brought up by the contemplation of the item. When these are positive then we take great pride in our possessions. They become much more valuable to us than the raw metals, wood, and other materials which make up the object of our pride.
There is a sort of sadistic love which occurs along with this pride. We slave over a car part cleaning it, trimming any excess, till we are satisfied. In the process we bleed, we sweat, and are drained of all energy. All of this taking place in a moldy, stagnant, humid, inhospitable garage. I feel like all of the hardships add spice to the flavor of this pride. Men, relish in the glory of the accomplishment. But even more when we have battle scars to show for our progress.
This pride, this narcissistic, sadistic, manly pride is something i have come to know as a musician. Something i have come to share with others as a man. That is why any man who has a hobby which causes some sort of conflict and represents him in some way identifies with all men who also fit that description, no matter if they share a different passion.
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