11.30.2007

Stop Meaning What You Mean (But Really Mean It)


I’ve been recording my 3 turntable djing and playing it thru all of my pirated software. I switch up the pitch and drop the beat. I make samples out of my samples. It reminds me of when I was little, and used to cut things out of my mother’s old magazines—not just pictures, but phrases and cover story headlines in their bold font. Tiny bits of glossy paper speckled the kitchen tiles.

Im writing rhymes over the beats the way Daniel Johnston wrote lyrics over the demon voices in his head: thru them, with them, around them and above them.

socially awkward

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4 comments:

j said...

ha!
heres one...see the cute little white lab coat? thats her doing her tech biach job...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbYkOhxnTy0

Alfred said...

yo; ferrilly

i think i both love and hate semicolons... similar to my view on the stranded lower case i

majalo nui loa

TRUE said...

yoyoyo alfred...ive been trying to write u back for MONTHS...so much to say and ask u about...i need to invoke some serious kool keith steez for the book and i need yr help...will be in touch soon.

aloha.

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