Reality is a wave function traveling both backward and forward in time-
John L. Casti
They shut my electricity off a few days ago, I hadn't paid the gas/electric bill in 5 months, cost me $710 to turn it back on. It's been crazy muggy here this week, and it got green while I was away, so I returned to the jungle, crazy cincinnati cops and all. My ex stopped by to pay me back the money I lent her to pay rent a few months ago, I thought maybe she would come in and hang out for a while, but that didn't happen. It's good though, I need that money to buy records, I'm spinning between bands at a friends party next month on the 12th and looking through my stacks I feel a need for new ammunition. Recent events have had me thinking over a lot of things about myself, and ways to deal with them, I've only really gone out once since I've been home, and don't feel bad about it. Instead I just feel this amazing urge to create through whatever channel it is I choose to use. Painting inside gases up the spot quick. I'm beginning to wonder if it's the end result or the fumes I get off on.
John L. Casti
They shut my electricity off a few days ago, I hadn't paid the gas/electric bill in 5 months, cost me $710 to turn it back on. It's been crazy muggy here this week, and it got green while I was away, so I returned to the jungle, crazy cincinnati cops and all. My ex stopped by to pay me back the money I lent her to pay rent a few months ago, I thought maybe she would come in and hang out for a while, but that didn't happen. It's good though, I need that money to buy records, I'm spinning between bands at a friends party next month on the 12th and looking through my stacks I feel a need for new ammunition. Recent events have had me thinking over a lot of things about myself, and ways to deal with them, I've only really gone out once since I've been home, and don't feel bad about it. Instead I just feel this amazing urge to create through whatever channel it is I choose to use. Painting inside gases up the spot quick. I'm beginning to wonder if it's the end result or the fumes I get off on.
i know how you feel about vinyl..
i buy it constantly. i have maybe like 5 or 6 crates (maybe a half a crate full of stuff that i couldn't play out because of wax damage.) i want MORE. this guy i'm spinning with has some fucking HOT music. even tho i'm not into house music, some of the shit he played, i was totally into. he mixed lots of classics (funk, disco, soul and house) and remixes of classics. and, of course, hip hop.
anyway, he said he has like 8,000 or 80,000 records or some shit. either way... much more than i've got