Don't worry, I'm Still around.

I'm on the move back to california. I realize there hasn't been a new episode in roughly a month or a blog even longer than that, But I'm getting moved in quicker than when I went through this last year. Along with Eric B and Kelly the lesbian, Nick jackson will be returning to broadcast with me this winter.

OH shit! it's 1989 all over again!!!

 for real tho, at least make sure your boombox is 
 presentable.For example, the volume knob missing:
 NOT really a good representation of balla status.
 Also, no CD player ? wait a minute...SERIOUSLY?!
 I just realized that, come on dawg.What are you
 rockin', Cassette tapes? DUDE, you could have a
 car with a man with a gun to your head giving you
 10 minutes to find a store that sells blank cassette
 tapes.Guess what? you may as well roll up the window
 so you can give bystanders a splash show when the
 gun-man pops you for failure.

I don't know, man, maybe he thinks ipods are too
 "white and sissy". Or maybe he's just a purist of
 analog audio technology, Or maybe he just wants to
 be loud and seen. I ain't mad at that though, I'm loud,
 seen and scene (before I cut my hair). But I'm at least
 going to be somewhat relevant to modern times. Can't
 be walking around like a dinosaur of technology and
 thinking it's cool. I mean, there's retro and then
 there's ghettro.
  

I didn't think people still did this, walk around with super loud stereos on their shoulders, volume 10 on public transportation.There's a lot of strategically placed red on the guy, so I'm assuming he either is,or thinks, he's gang affiliated.Then again, he looked about in his 40s, But gangsta do get that old out there in California . That would explain a lot though, Homeboy is stuck in the past, maybe that's when life was better: Being in his 20s in the 80s. I can totally relate to that, hell, I'm probably going to be still wearing shorts and tanktops in my 60s.

YES,someone DID survive this!!

I remember it clearly, I had just woken up from
 a good sleep. I then heard a loud banging crash,
 somewhat like a combination of falling metal
 and hard slammming.I thought someone was trying
 to forceably trying to break into my house;
 that or the police was raid my house.After
 getting my logic and barrings, I looked out the
 window and saw the scene above along with a
 crowd gathering. I walked down the street to
 get pictures and to my horror saw it was my
 favorite neighbor's grandmother's car.
 Ms.carter's car was the one behind the navy
 blue car.

Is hollywood driving kanye crazy?

let me first up say that when I say Hollywood,
I'm not speaking of the city,I'm speaking of
the spirit of Hollywood and industry of entertainment.
That said, on to my theory.over the last few years, 
kanye west has been making the news.We all know
about the George bush incident and as of recent 
the infamous Taylor swift interruption. Now he has
placed diamonds in his teeth.While I myself wouldn't
do something as frivolously decadent as that,
I can understand the forces at work which would 
motivate kayne to do what he does.

yeah,man. That was kinda fucked up.

 picture if you will, a world where everyone around
you is all the best things you desire them to
be, no matter what you do, you can do no wrong.Everyone
is sparkling pillars of porcelain and pearl.
they're there for you when you need them, or so 
you think.Yet deep down you know on some level,
because you're human and you can naturally pick
up on this shit, that it's all a lie.These AREN'T
your friends.Your entire world is a combination of
yes men and hang on sycophants, and the more in
"the life" you are, the further your real friends
have gone away from you.probably one of the most
both depressing and terrifying thing is to be
surrounded by fake people whom you even slightly
suspect don't give a damn about you pass the
money,fame and what you have to offer.

Really? the lowest moment? So that great recession
was just part of the "get americans in shape" program?

having just
ONE pseudo friend like this is scary, but an entire
entourage filled with these types of people can be
psychologically comforting as a wet wool blanket on
a bed of S.O.S pads. Usually you get high or drunk
to bury the sucky feeling of having fakes
pop up on your radar like Russian jets over i-95
in call of duty modern warfare 2.but kanye doesn't
strike me as a dude that gets high or drunk for that
matter.Fact is, I'd gamble that kanye is probably
one of those dudes that smokes weed and gets all
introverted and panicky afterward.Him smoking weed
probably peals but a glimpse of this hidden world
before him,which is more than enough to fuck 
his head back to off.I'm not even going to mention 
the whole dick pic scenario,let's just say to have
as much money as him and still be compelled to
think a dick pic makes a difference in attraction
is a clear indicator of a needy and fragility
insecure psyche.

with the death of his mother, kayne lost probably
one if not the only person for whom he can center
reality around.Now I'm not saying I know kayne west,
nor am I claiming to be a fan or supporter (fact is
I've gotten on his case around the internet myself),
but I took a step out of my troll uniform and into
my jedi tunic for a moment.I gave the kayne thought
what I would want people to give me: a fair ear and
empathy to my perspective.For kanye, the blood is in
the water, the world is setting upon him like wolves
on a rack of lamb.there's nothing more emotionally
pounding and draining than having a good portion of
the world at your throat, I hope to NEVER be at that
point in life. If things keep up for him in this way,
he'll have one of two choices:

1. self destruct and implode under the weight of his
own life issues,taking the lindsey lohan
path of personal self targeted chaos.

2. basically get the tony almeda syndrome,
turn on the people and become the biggest
asshole one could meet.Making it his conscious
choice to make the world worse off for
him having been here.

Kayne had a good childhood for a blackman in america,
fact is kanye's upbringing is more the exception than
the rule in the black community.but seeing as he
grew up in a 95% white neighborhood, that could be
another factor altogether, I can only imagine
the hazing he caught once he started hanging around
"real" blacks. I'll bet you he had NONE
of that urban swagger in his voice pre 1995.

So in closing, we have a Sunday sober grown man,
without his mother, deep in the cut throat world of
mainstream media and surrounded by the fakes
and snakes therein.when I look at the
man kayne from a different perspective, I'm more
inclined to see a man groping in the pitch black dark
while up to his waist in water, with nothing but
the echo of your own voice in what would seem like
a chamber as big as 3 superdomes....damn that's kinda
scary, maybe HE doesn't feel that way but I can tell
you that Hollywood can be a bitch.


SO what can he do?
I don't know what HE does, because I DON'T KNOW kayne
the man, just the artist. But what I would do is call
up my old friends,not the ones from elementary,
the ones from high school (the ones I haven't made
the mistake of bringing into the music biz with me),
hang out and catch up.sure, my life would be much
different from there's, but that's what would
make it cool.Some of the healthiest people emotionally
in the entertainment business are the ones that have
friends OUTSIDE the business.Lord knows I don't wanna
hang out outside of business with most of the people
I deal with everyday in this game.I'm sure that
will change at some point though.