06/18/08

Such a weird little funhouse to go through right now. Went to a BBQ last week, and some dude comes up with a big shit eating grin, and the first sentence he delivers sarcastic as it sounds "Hey man love your stuff... 'I Put A Baby In You', No one else likes it but I do... What happen'd at WBCN?"... The snarl look on his face is obvious he wants a reaction out of me to get this game going, but all I wanted was a burger so I just said "I dont' know man, oh lord help me."

People have it all figured out from my older music and dated videos, so much so they've already prepared my personality in their head, and some want to be sure I know I need to be taken down a notch even though few men will let you know you have any notches in the first place.

I mean the ceiling for an artist in Boston that does comedy is local Doughnut Shop commercials... No need to take a brotha down a notch. We're all crawling through this Pandora's box of a highly cynical shit-on-before-your-shat-on scene. We all have our six-shooters out and are ready to pounce. I can take a punch like any other man, but you know when it's done with the intent to injure, and that does put a bad taste in my mouth.

With the exception of actually creating music and videos alot of the other stuff is more of an annoyance at this point. People change their personalities around me just based on what they take in including this sentence you're reading right here. I tend to be more private until someone can take off their mask and lay their hand on the table.

I did pick up "The Adventures Of Link" for the NES last week from an amazing shop in Plaistow NH called the video Game Exchange. Run by some cool older dudes... Not geeks, not hipsters, just regular older dudes who know their shit... And Route 125 sure does look like 1984.... I love it. Getting away more and more until I'm called back into duty by my instincts.