Money, Money, Money, Money, CAKE!!!

Never have I been so consumed by the want of cash. More appropriately the want of cash from beat sales, which are currently nil.

I want a new computer. I want to splurge like 2 grand or more on a computer then make and sell more beats and buy mics and other recording equipment.

Then more beats, more work, more stuff. I just want to start my career in the financial aspect.

I hope to 3 6 Mafia the money in the pic by year end.

"Forever Begins"

Now this is the first time I'm gonna say something like this. . .

Buy this man's album.

Even if your not a fan.

Buy this man's album.

Please

Even if you only listen to this one song

"Forever Begins"

Buy this man's album.

I got the leak edition the day before it came out, now just skimming through the record I'm hearing songs I already like and songs I know will grow on me. Got right to the end of the record and I had to stop. I mean like literally stop and just listen to this track. "Forever Begins". I have heard people saying how they felt touched through music and I could never understand what they meant but today I felt it.

I was seriously touched by this song. I mean I literally felt goosebumps, felt a my heart beat, felt something almost like wash over me, nodding my head almost uncontrollably. It almost felt intimate, me in the beat in my headphones. I felt separated from everything almost like it reached down to my soul. I felt like my heart stopped. Just for a minute . . . I was just wrapped up in the music, like I could cry.

It was amazing. I WILL be buying this album tomorrow. Even if this is the only song that I really like off of the album. I don't care. I really feel. . . touched. Its a lingering feeling. . .

Fuck You! Pay Me!

Hmm. . . Ok. Its been a good few months. Ok fine. . . about 2 or 3 and I haven't sold a beat yet. Not a one. I'm sending messages out like crazy. Getting a couple bites but not effectively reeling them in.

I refuse to lower the prices and undercut myself any further though.

I know that the prices are fair. Oh well.

I refuse to contribute to all these internet rappers mixtape and album dreams without being properly compensated more than "dog you gone get promotion and recognition son."

Sure buddy. . .

Promotion?

From a no name rapper. . .?

On a no name mixtape. . . ?

Nah. Fuck you. Pay me.

What if I don't see nothing from that "promotion"? Am I to eat the loss?

No. You eat it.

Pay me for my contributions. So now I know your trying to make that money back. Now I know your promoting the hell out of that mixtape.
You need to make your money back.

Studio Sessions/Beat Making

True to form I always find myself doing something. Usually a bunch of things at the same time and sometimes nothing at all looking for shit to do.
Anyway I at least got into some good shit the last few days. Recorded with our on and off artis PRO and B-Frank also swung through and we got to making beats. Pretty dope stuff.
I'll try to find a way to post it.
Oh well More pics for ya . . .
Boom shaka laka. . .





But first a pic from my trip to Brooklyn. On the way to the airport I took this. I guess the firemen thought it would be funny to put a dummy with a Jason mask of some sort on looking through the top right window. Funny.







B-Frank on the keys. Tha boy got soul. Country folk.




Pro writing a verse or two.




Mixing or putting down drum patterns. I dunno. . .




ShowBiz

And from this session came this. . .

Ramble

I've been thinking over the last few days bout a conversation me and my roommate had about an idea of mine to start a t-shirt company. I won't get into too much detail but I essentially feel defeated now. I thought I forged better relationships. While I understand that some people like to see some sort of definite defined plan I think that sometimes a relationship you have with someone could make them be confident in something they see that you are passionate about.
I always hope that people will see how motivated I am right now and how much I invest myself into what I do.
So when it seems that people doubt that or don't see it I feel defeated.
May be being self dependant is really the way. My mum calls me cold, but sometime that how you have to be cause when you reach out for help from people it backfires sometimes, and if it does when you really need the help, you just kinda shut off.
You castle your king and go into protection mode. The smart ones also forge ahead and do not let that discourage their aspirations.


Hmm just me rambling . . .

Ok, so this blog is gonna slow down a bit. Since I no longer have the excitement of being in New York to document. I will still try to document my travels here in Orlando. I guarantee you it wont be as exciting tho. Sorry about that.

The end of days . . .

Ok so it's Sunday July 8th. (again, just work with me here). Last day in NY. Money all spent. Hot as hell (a cool 90 to 92 outside) and nothing to do. Well umm. . . lets go to the street fair then. Ok. Cool.

42nd Street
Times Square.
Anything Can Happen!!

Which explains the opening picture. Some cars just rolling down the street decided to use their hydraulics. Little kids rushing for photo opportunities. Don't cha love Manhattan on a Sunday?





Well onto the street fair but first stop, a nice little park off of 7th avenue and 42nd Street. Took some nice pictures here of some chinese people dancing, yes, dancing in the middle of the park. Quite interesting actually and very weird dances but its a different culture so thats to be expected. I mean look at this 500 years in development and the Irish gave us "Riverdance". I can imagine them saying . . .

"You know what Patrick. . . when dancing, I really hate moving my upper body. . but my legs Pat my boy. . . My legs can go on for days". . .














Now out of this whole thing, this dude made me laugh:


"Everybody was kung-fu fighting. . ."

"The real Afro Samurai"

"(Insert you own caption here)"

















Onto the street fair. It was dope. Lot of people buying the most random shit and a couple Elmo's posted up chilling.




I don't know about you but Elmo is looking real suspicious right now. Word is he just snatched that purse. You didn't hear that from me though.






In between snatching purses, posting up on corners and entertaining the kids ("Elmo luvs da kidz" a-la Trick daddy not Michael Jackson) Elmo does the robot.

Another Lower East Side extravaganza. . .

Mad dash to catch the shuttle to Franklin Avenue. Luckily the conductor saw me and let me in. Otherwise I would have just had to stand there and watch the shuttle drive away and wait another 15 mins or so for the next (hey, do I make fun of your small victories? Ok then, so stop it).

The A train is the only thing running this weekend so I hop on and everything is fine. Until I saw that we are passing stops that I have never passed before (where the fuck is Delancey Street. . .??) Jumped out at a familiar sounding stop and decided the only way to really know where I was was to break ground. Surfaced in a very familiar spot so I wasn't off by much, almost exactly where I wanted to be just higher up.

Now I'll tell you, walking sucks, it really does sometimes. Anyway I was trying to find a bunch of sneaker boutiques and managed to find a bout 4 out of the 5 on my list so it was a good day. Got me a pair of Nike SB Blazer's, A t-shirt and a shirt from Triple 5 Soul. A nice case for my Mac at the Mac store and some computer cleaner. So with my feet aching and that gallon-o-grapefruit juice preparing to jump me I made my way home. . .
More pics for you to gawk at. . .


I didn't know if she could have danced by Arab standards but she wasn't doing much for me.






Can't remember what they were singing but they were really really good.

The Whirlwind Tour. . .

Ok so it's July 6th. (I know its not but just work with me here ok?) . Today was a relative whirlwind of destinations. First, went to 14th street, to Guitar Center, Levis Store and random video stores with porn in the back rooms (guilty pleasure, lol, don't buy, download wink, wink). Onto 57th street to Nike Town, but first, a stop in Central Park.

Lovely place, too big to actually explore fully, but for what I saw, it's pretty dope. Flora and fauna amidst the glass and bricks, refreshing.

Onto Nike Town, (thank god they had bathrooms cause that gallon-o-grapefruit juice just ran up on me like that African guy the other day), nothing new here. It was expected.

I never see anything good in commercial mainstream retail outlets anymore. I don't even know what I'm looking for at times.

Ok so me being crazy, and having nothing better to do with your time always helps, walked. Yes. WALKED from 58th to 42nd along 6th Ave I think and took the train to Downtown Brooklyn.

Stopped in every sneaker store nothing to be found and having a size thirteen in America isn't as good as its cracked up to be, when it happens to be the most common fucking size after 12 (everyone and they uncle is a fucking basketball player apparently). So that nice Nike SB Blazer could have been mine had it not been for my feet being a size to big.

I blame my parents.

So onto my old haunt, upper Fulton Street Brooklyn (Between Franklin and Nostrand) and would you believe it. Slim to none picking here to. As much as I thought about it. . . I just couldn't do the brown and Pink Easter Dunks with the polka dot soles. maybe on the next run. . .

So home I walk, empty handed and a little defeated but with pics for you to look at. . .
























They were jamming too, just minus the crowd.