Saturday, July 30, 2005

I & iChunes

What a ting I just get on to iTunes. My thinking was I n I ain't got no Mac neither iPod so whe me a'do wit fi dem ting? Come to find out (if you didn't already know and don't snap on my old ass just cause I just got on!) you can get almost anything for a dollar!

I was like well dat good cah I'm spending minimum six dollars a single and have been feeling like a hypocritical pirate vicking niggas beats from Danish websites and the like.

So this here for all conscious man and fan to get ya little emps and den burn ya cd with the friggry you don't wouldn't waste 10 joint$ on NOW that's what I call music just to get that one or two top 40 pieces that you have to have for the wedding you doing, kids bday party or ya industry function where they never heard of Little Brother much less Damian Marley.

Right now, praise God, I got blessed with a lap top and I'm fixin' to DJ my first wedding with it. I'm practicing while on my vacation, but tings a run slow 'cause my crackhead cousin caught me for my DJ tool kit and now I'm short patch cords and rca's. I waan murdah him, but I forgive him since Christ forgave me for the dirt I have done quite recently (none of ya bloodKlot).

Hopefully I can get a presser that can make vinyl out of some of these downloads and then certain stores are going to start sell cigarettes and tall necks inorder to pay them over head. Nah that ain't really gonna happen as long as vinyl stays true to its way; Ill production, cool covers, and them Dirt Style© scratch records that we need to keep the chops on point.

I have yet to afford a CD DJ console, but God is able to provide turntable and that a'nuh fable. So all you DJ's that think I sold out, what do you want from me? I got three kids and no gigs how else am I to get music when I'm not inna record pool or disgustingly laced with promos as a radio jock? If you got the hook up and then hook I up.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Can I Live

I been having a hardcore bout with asthma since I started to DJ in LA from like 1990 so'm. We were doing the club B-Side in West Hollywood when at the end of the night I went home because I felt funny in my chest. I started to feel like I was gonna die so I called my man Culcha D and he came to my rescue and dragged me to the emergency. Most people who have astma acquire when they are young and then beat it as they get older. I think this is my plight but I aint really gonna stay here thinking that this will be my end. Now I got my little medications and I gotta say today is a good day.

If you nuh know what Asthma is its just that ya air passage gets swoll and your breathing becomes difficult. On top of that I got these ill algeries that I assume I inherited from migratory experiences. Born in the UK move to NY then to LA and now in The D, most bush and spore don't know me like that and not really welcoming so as a result my asthma is also triggered bt the alergies everywhere I go. But still I got my little meds for that thank God.

Imagine how much I appreciate the smell of food cooking and breathing in this good southern air on a beautiful 4th of July like this where I ain't got to go to my J.O and risk another attack from stress and strain. If you got the day off good for you if you working, well you help make America great. I aint really have nothing to say but I thought I better say something and not waste this blessing of blog I got.

Thanks for reading. One Lung.