grab 'em in the biscuits...

3:24 am.
finished work.
pretty chill night.
but i'm not complaining.

sending tim the rest of the money tomorrow to pay for the cds.
they're getting pressed as i type.
i imagine right now some little strange man in the cd pressing plant,
working all night long,
running the machines,
as the ok cobra madness is stamped into plastic and sealed into cases...

it likely happens nothing like i imagine,
but that's how i want it to be.



my man scott just emailed me - he finally listened to our album - and said that he thought it sounded like what would happen if dj shadow and beck made an album together. huge compliment dude, thanks.

so, i'm making progress with protools.

a while back i went on the guerilla funk website to order a public enemy t-shirt,
and while i was ordering,
i figured i might as well order paris' break cds.

so i got my order a couple of weeks ago...
got the cds,
but not the t-shirt.
got a note instead.
out of stock.
they said they'll send it when they get more.


fuck, i wanted that t-shirt.

this reminds me of when i was a kid and i ordered a bunch of shit from priority records... i got all my ice cube t-shirts, and my nwa beanie, even my free gangsta locs... but i never got my compton county jail shirt. fuck, at 15 years old, i would have been the shit wearing that to school. but it never came. i sent a couple of letters asking for it, but it never came.

anyway, i've got these break cds, so i've been playing around with them.
over the weekend i figured out how to cut the break into four bars,
adjust the bpm on the protools session to match the break,
then duplicate the break so it loops constantly.

i was so happy when i figured it out,
i was doing cartwheels.

not really, but you know what i mean.

i've got the mic hooked up,
figured out how to record vocals.

so stoked.

new songs in the works.

wrote a new song yesterday, i'm stoked on it.
was playing around with a few lines i wrote a year or two ago,
that i never finished.

i'm listening to kid frost's "la raza" right now as i type.
fucking dope song.

i've got an idea for another book i want to write...
a book about bars.
for bartenders/servers and customers.
like a how-to guide for both being a server and a customer.

sometimes i serve people, and i just think to myself:
"do you live in a cave? have you never been to a bar before?"

some people, it just seems like they must live under a rock or something.

i've worked on-and-off in bars for clost to ten years now,
and i've heard a million stories.
could be a cool book...
i'd like to interview a bunch of veteran bartenders/servers,
compile the best stories/anecdotes,
and include lists of basic serving tips,
some recipes,
basic liquor/wine/beer knowledge,
as well as guides for customers on how to not be annoying,
how to pick people up, what to order, how to order, how to tip,
and a zillion other things.

somebody needs to call my little brother and bug him to book time off work so i can book his flight to get out here for our trip.

also, apparently i'm not allowed to wear a silk kung-fu suit to his wedding... what's that all about?

i'm going back to cali.

i need to find more time to paint. my new painting has been sitting in my room for two weeks, and i haven't been able to find the time to finish it. i know exactly what i want to do, i just need a few hours to do it.

i need to stop being so ambitious with my time.

things take years ryan, slow down.

i've got a good feeling about this.

where my homies?

doowhutchalike.

this is how we chill.

tonite.

okay kids, i'm out.

g'night,
ryan