hip hop and ya don't stop.

i enjoy my alone time in the morning. i write. i snoop on facebook. i think. i smoke out. and i listen to music.

i like this type of music that makes your head nod. it's percussion is nice with it, but there it can be different in every song. for example, this song i'm listening to is called dat skat. it is by a group that incorporates live musical instruments. the drummer is SICK with it. he is also a dj. anyway, this song has very jazzy percussion. the mc is brilliant. it takes real wit to be a good mc. the way they piece their sentences together - syllables and accents all in the right place, matching every other element of the song.

i can listen to music for days. before i was blessed with my daughter, if i was awake, i had headphones on. open my eyes. coffee and cigarettes. computer. i made beats. i tried to sell them for a little extra spending money. i sold a few. i always sold one when i really needed the money.

when night fell, it was off to work. where i'd have to play club songs - more commercial songs. there were some i liked. there were some i hated (like the music today - damn. i feel like that old person that says to younger ones, "that isn't music - now this is real music" [me putting on something like, 15 years old]). i liked playing this song in the club - touch the sky.

i miss djing. i miss seeing people have a good time, because i was helping set the mood. it must be great to perform for thousands of people. having that much influence is so intense. not that i know - i mean, i was only helping set the mood. there is only so much music can do to someone who's predisposition was to find an easy girl since he woke up that morning.

my favorite spots were the small ones. they were always almost empty, with the exception of the few tables, filled with one or two people you invited because you knew they would feel that vibe, too. these gigs never lasted long. establishments couldn't make money on this dumb hip hop music. no one came. no girls wanted to come out here, dressed to impressed and ready to party while nas is trying to tell a story called shootouts in the background. no guys wanted to be where all the girls were not.

but hip hop is so beautiful. i wish i wrote better so i could describe it and still do it justice. you have to listen. you have to have an open mind. you need to understand that everyone is different. you can't listen to someone talk about having to sell drugs to feed their daughter and automatically understand. unless you got one of those open minds.

a lot of people have open minds. a lot don't. but you gotta understand that open minds make the world progress. the more things that are known and understood, the more unknown things will soon be known and understood.

j-live:
with or without the mic when the mind gets phonetic
the mouth gets kinetically energetic and symbolizes alphabetics

like, who the fuck else talks like that? if he never said that, i probably would never hear it from anywhere else.

the great ones go early, sometimes. guru. i heard preem was so depressed, he was going to his gigs and playing all gang starr the whole night. like fuck it. this is why i'm where i am now, and now half of it is gone. loss is so sad.

and my alone time will end listening to big & method man. breakfast is on the table.