well, detroit was lots of fun...
i had gone out there to visit my family, but ended up spending about 90% of the weekend with my homies instead.
alex brought aaron and i to this record store that some other dude (meatyogre... he's a local producer from the galapagos 4 crew. i bought one of his records last week; it's not bad.) at the dusty groove garage sale had been raving to me about called melodies and memories. this dude said he drove all the way out to detroit one night just to go there and find some new shit. i now understand. all you record collectors in close proximity to detroit. that place rocks soooo hard. i wish i could've spent more time in there, but they dragged me out... assholes.
i loved the electronic music "movement" festival. i danced a whole lot. i also got to see some cool turntablists and shit.
umm and i got to see madlib clear the stage peripheries once he started playing trainwrecks on the drums (when he and jaidee were performing, the place was packed!) well, he didn't completely clear it; it was about halfway cleared. it took j-rocc starting out his set with a really shitty local hip hop track to finish the job. the funny part was that he threw on some hot old jazz, soul, and sitar-ed-out tracks right afterward. he should've known better...
ok, enough of the good shit.
i got home to hear from my roommate that she's moving back in with her mom (they have serious issues to resolve, so this is a good thing) until we leave. my depression kicked in with the bad news... she doesn't want to leave until september.
great! what the fuck am i going to do now???
i'm being kicked out of my apt on july 1st, and have nowhere to go. it doesn't make much sense for me to move across the country by myself, moving in with my parents is not an option that i will even consider for a half of a second, and i'm just totally confused. i don't know what the fuck i'm going to do. i considered telling my homie aaron that i want to move in with him (he's moving out next month) but a) 2 months? that's not going to werk.. i don't want him to be stuck without a roommate and b) he's too social. i prefer being alone. he's going to have his loser friends over, and i'm going to get violent. well, maybe it'd be funny to get to snap on people in my own apartment, and be like "GET THE FUCK OUT!@#!@!@#!"
i'm also desparately in need of a new job... UGH! i just wanted to get one in cali rather than looking again in chicago. FUCK!
what should i do???
by the way, i'm shaving my head.
....and i'm on my way to the mother land. i'll be back on friday.
ciao.
i had gone out there to visit my family, but ended up spending about 90% of the weekend with my homies instead.
alex brought aaron and i to this record store that some other dude (meatyogre... he's a local producer from the galapagos 4 crew. i bought one of his records last week; it's not bad.) at the dusty groove garage sale had been raving to me about called melodies and memories. this dude said he drove all the way out to detroit one night just to go there and find some new shit. i now understand. all you record collectors in close proximity to detroit. that place rocks soooo hard. i wish i could've spent more time in there, but they dragged me out... assholes.
i loved the electronic music "movement" festival. i danced a whole lot. i also got to see some cool turntablists and shit.
umm and i got to see madlib clear the stage peripheries once he started playing trainwrecks on the drums (when he and jaidee were performing, the place was packed!) well, he didn't completely clear it; it was about halfway cleared. it took j-rocc starting out his set with a really shitty local hip hop track to finish the job. the funny part was that he threw on some hot old jazz, soul, and sitar-ed-out tracks right afterward. he should've known better...
ok, enough of the good shit.
i got home to hear from my roommate that she's moving back in with her mom (they have serious issues to resolve, so this is a good thing) until we leave. my depression kicked in with the bad news... she doesn't want to leave until september.
great! what the fuck am i going to do now???
i'm being kicked out of my apt on july 1st, and have nowhere to go. it doesn't make much sense for me to move across the country by myself, moving in with my parents is not an option that i will even consider for a half of a second, and i'm just totally confused. i don't know what the fuck i'm going to do. i considered telling my homie aaron that i want to move in with him (he's moving out next month) but a) 2 months? that's not going to werk.. i don't want him to be stuck without a roommate and b) he's too social. i prefer being alone. he's going to have his loser friends over, and i'm going to get violent. well, maybe it'd be funny to get to snap on people in my own apartment, and be like "GET THE FUCK OUT!@#!@!@#!"
i'm also desparately in need of a new job... UGH! i just wanted to get one in cali rather than looking again in chicago. FUCK!
what should i do???
by the way, i'm shaving my head.
....and i'm on my way to the mother land. i'll be back on friday.
ciao.
VIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
That's why it sucks to go digging with friends who don't dig, they always wanna leave.