underground west coast hip hop

when i lived in phx i met someone who turned me on to some really good music, i like to call west coast underground hip hop. i might be classifying this music wrong, and if anyone has a better way to classify please let me know. this music is nothing like the snoop dog, 2-pac, biggie smalls, gangster hip hop rhyming all about how many guns and bitches they have. yes, sometimes they rhyme about how they are indeed underground, and not sell outs, and they are better than the sell outs, but you take it all with a grain of salt. some people say underground music is underground because they suck, but i will tell you for real it does not, b.

the reason i am bringing this all up is blackalicious just came out with the craft, and i am listening to it right now, and it is great. ever since gorillaz came out with demon days, i have been listening to it, but i have a new album to listen to now. i mean every song is pretty good(except for one named 'rhythm sticks' that reminds me of an old toy that would make drum sounds when you hit them on any surface). well, check it out if you like that kind of music, if you have never heard anything like it, let me know and i can send you some music and you can judge for yourself.

late night tue night

so i got a call sunday about a ticket to the oasis concert on tuesday. a buddy of mine from college, who i took to an oasis concert with tickets i won in college, had an extra ticket because his wife could not go. he came over at about 4:30 and we headed down to atl to get some dinner. ate at apres diem (spelling?) at made it to the concert at about 9:00 when jet was getting off stage. had a couple of beers and the concert started.

a few funny observations that i made:

lighters were replaced with the glow from the backlight of cellphones of people who think they can record thier favorite song to a friend or on an answering machine. I have tried this at a g-love concert once, did not work.

kids with cameras miss the entire concert. they are too busy trying to look cool for the picture that they can reflect on and say 'dude what a great time' thus missing the whole ambiance of the show and ergo the 'great time'

i'm not big on crowds, concerts, finding parking, dealing with idiots, and fighting traffic to get home. i go because someone else wants to go, and i like to be social, and i do like to people watch, and that is the best place. when the concert is going on, i pay more attention to the light work and the stage than the band themselves. i am amazed how the lights are perfectly choreographied (not a real word) to the band, even when the lead guitarist is messing with his feedback at the end of a song and ends it perfectly with the lights. it makes the experoence worth it for me.

so i am dead tired, got in at 2 and woke up at 6 for work, so i am worth nothing today. not much different from any other day. piece out

i hate my job

i need a new one. i am sick of making shit money in a redneck town, where everything i do is un-appreciated. i have a bunch of great ideas, but all go to waste when no one cares. i am currently at work doing one of the most mundane un-educated jobs i have ever done in the engineering world. i am testing components that have failed on the manufacturing floor before they are sent to the supplier. this consists of testing continuity between two points of a contactor, or relay or whatever. maybe i am really not smart, and my degree from rit means nothing. maybe this is what i am destin for, for the rest of my life. or maybe i need to really start looking for a new job. or maybe, just maybe, i need to move back to ny and get a real job. anyone up there looking for an electrical engineer? sorry about the bitching... now for a funny embarrasing story to make up for it

this weekend i was on the lake with my neighbors and we met up with a few other boats. so here i am, after drinking miller high life all night (which we all know gives you the shits) with about 3 boats all tied together and i need to shit so bad i am doubling over. kelly if you are reading this, it is very similar to natalie's story. anyways, i dont want to tell anyone cause i am about to jump in the water and poop all over. so i hop in, and try to get away from the boat. sure enough the boat keeps turning towards my direction every time i try to get away. i'm dying by this point, hardly able to contain myself, but the potential embarasment is keeping my crap at bay (no pun intended). finally i get far enough away from all boats in the party cove that i can do my business. boy, it was the best feeling ever... i went about 3 times each time swimming away from my duty, doodie. i swam around a bit more, made sure i was all clear, got back to the boat, took some shots of Jägermeister and had a great day, where no one was the wiser. whew, felt good to get that off my chest, sorry for the grossness.

feeling like shit

pretty rough weekend, i think i am dieing. not really a hangover, but more of a virus feeling. i am going to puke any minute and i am shaking real bad. well i'm just mentioning this in the case that i die, at least i saw it comming.

got a bunch of calls from some old school people this weekend. i mean i haven't heard from these cats in years. one call was forrest (my big brother of my fraternity) to tell me he has tickets to oasis in atlanta tue. night. i think i am going to be able to go, so i am excited, as long as i don't die. interesting how things work out sometimes though. anyway, i need to go maintain, work on monday should be outlawed.