press record, pull the trigger

Hip Hop heros, run dmc lost a member today. Jam Master Jay was fucking shot in the head....
"NEW YORK (CNN) -- Jam Master Jay, the DJ of the longtime rap group Run-DMC, was shot in the head and killed Wednesday night in a Queens recording studio, according to New York police.
Another man, Urieco Rinco, 25, was shot in the leg and taken to a local hospital, police said.
Police are investigating the shooting, which took place inside a studio on Merrick Boulevard about 7:30 p.m.
No arrests have been made in the case.
Jam Master Jay was born January 21,1965, as Jason Mizell in the middle-class Hollis neighborhood of Queens, New York, according to the group's Web site. He linked up with Run (Joseph Simmons) and D.M.C. (Darryl McDaniels) -- also from Hollis -- scratching turntables for the two rappers who had just graduated from high school.
A year later, in 1983, the group released its first single, "It's Like That" with a B-side, "Sucker MC's," which spawned a phrase used in rap songs decades later.
Known for their loose Adidas-brand shoes and thumping beats, the trio is credited with beginning the current trend of combining rap music and rock 'n' roll in their hit remake of Aerosmith's "Walk this Way" in 1986, teaming up with the band's lead singer Steven Tyler and guitarist Joe Perry.
The shooting death was met with shock by the group's fans who likened Run-DMC to the "Beatles of rap music."
"May Jay remains an inspiration for us all -- a man with vision, creativity, generosity, and talent, one who condemned and spoke against violence, and was taken away from us, and his family, far too soon," one fan posted on the group's Web site.
News of Mizell's death evoked memories of the shooting deaths of rappers Tupac Shakur and Notorious B.I.G. in the late 1990s.
Unlike other rap artists whose lyrics glorified gangsters and "thug life," Run-DMC tried to distance itself from that image.
"They say we're putting out bad messages to the kids," Run told Rolling Stone magazine in a 1986 interview, in response to violent outbursts at several of the group's concerts. "Our image is clean, man. Kids beat each other's heads every day. They are fighting because they were fighting before I was born ... we're role models."
Several of Run-DMC's songs boast about Jam Master Jay's DJ skills, including "Jam Master Jammin' " on the group's 1985 album, "King of Rock":
"He has a little soul, to rock n' roll
Every record that he touches turns to gold
He's well conducted, self-instructed
His styles were plied, heavily constructed
Mechanically inclined, and if you don't mind
We add spice to your life, time after time
And think about times, where he's a long laster
We rock our rhymes for the Jam-Master." :"

run dmc was truly tougher than leather...
it sucks one of thems dead!

on a happier note today is halloween.......well it makes me happy......moderately...

smells a fake in the air

actually its more like a change....i can feel a change in myself coming. It may be a long time or a short time, but i can feel something different. Something with a new perogative and initiative. I feel ive earned and learned the basics and now its time to use both sides of the brain. Its time to develop the skills for my chosen trade....
my mind is here...my mood is errupting.....the plot will fashion itself in a way similar to scrapers in the sky....archetecture will no longer be a correct metaphor for this shit.....its going to require technical terms for blackholes and supernovas...
ive purchased a notebook....ive purchased a brain.
its time to bathe in pages and colour them dark black humor and spice them with deep red emotion....

enough of my not so prolific imagery.

but anyways....
my parents came this weekend and displayed to them my horrible weekend drinking habits
and now im frantically studying for a large advertising test, which i will not do good on for lack of preperation which is all my fault. Im finding that the material has actually been interesting and i have been missing out on all sorts of tidbits that pertain to me, myself, and others

why am i listening to so much hiphop.....and becoming some sort of failing-advocate to my white-white-brown austin friends?

get this.......i want a macintosh for christmas....

blogger isn;t publishing

so im going to post again...it feels like its been an hour....but its more like 15 minutes.
im not going to lie, im developing some minor insomnia tendencies. It runs (or perhaps walks slowly) thorugh my blood, my mother was a hard core insomniac. I think it was my father being a "cheata" she suddenly became unable to sleep....then again after her father dying in a sudden car accident, after his somewhat carefree life as a pothead-drunk....there are several unmentionable phases he went through between those two stages of his life but the subject is me here. This week has started off on a stale foot. i have only managed to get 5 hours of sleep in 50+ hours. Granted its not as bad as 2 or 3....but still....its affecting not only my brain, but my viage. The wear and tear of actual life is apparent on my face. I watched two nearly back to back episodes of friends yesterday, and was noticing how much younger looking the cast was in the begining compared to now. Although they are into there 30s...as i stared at my idiot box(tv) i could feel the bags under my eyes gaining weight and my dried lips cracking in a bloody pain...and couldn;t help but compare my 'old' pains to theirs'.
But!...sexually......im in my prime......and the male gendered castmates are not!
surround me in that aural pleasure.

first in flight

well i went to yet another hip hop show....del tha funky homosapien, lifesavas, schoolyard...and someother suck group...
hands down the best hiphop show i will probably ever see....only the third ive ever seen, but i dont feel like ill see more than 3 more in my lifetime.
it was cool....and now im getting into some heiroglyphics stuff....
del was alot different looking than i had imagined.....
the first group was good musically(lifesavas), second had stage presents and comedy(schoolyard), the third was fucking boring as shit(people under the stairs=shit), and del was fucking cool.....
but anyway...in order to get to this show i had to go to Katy
i cant tell if it has changed more so since i left....or if it is still remaining a microcosm in the past...i dont know, things seem completely different yet terribly the same...perhaps due to scenary and smell and the mood produced (in me) when im there...
i didn;t do much but hang out with family and friends, and i suppose that is what i should have done. I wanted to see some movies but i dumped that idea like a fat asian girl. no offense........even though that was extremely offensive. Good to see alot of friends hadn't seen in quite awhile. I adore the genuine good times my good friends provide me...as well as the comfortable and humorous thoughts and conversations...
But there really are so many movies to see right now...red dragon, the ring, rules of attraction, transporter, one hour photo, punch drunk love, knock around guys, lost in la mancha, bubba ho-tep, bowling for columbine....
my god i would murder 1/6 of a man in order to earn the money to watch those movies all in one day...
it seems ill be working alot in november...so hopefully i can treat myself to some of this film...amongst some other things (food)
i guess i should update more often, but im far too busy.....and my fan base only shrinks.
I AM BORING
::retreats to furious masturbation with a pencil pad and blood::
and i wont stop.....there will not be a scintilla of sperm in balls after this one folks....




fuck

this is a sad fucking song

youll be lucky if i dont bust out crying...
so...i hate the baseball playoffs......wait, no.....i hate being able to hear the baseball playoffs every hour of the day while in my abode from a television blaring commentators and crowd noise. It annoys me, only because of how it endures for hours. Anyways today i woke up at fucking 6:45....that was shitty.....for work at the UT football game as an usher......my job was pointless as per usual....and with just 4 hours of sleep plus 8 hours of work im feeling pretty well.
"tie ballgame!"
Minimalist bands? what is this genre or is really a genre or just a way of writing instrumentals? is it a theme in the music? is it heavy or light? can it be whatever as long as its 'less' work?
idunno...apparently "shellac" a band ive been following moderately for awhile is considered 'minimalist,' not just "raw and blunt" as i had previously been terming their style....
but whatever.....FUCK YOU (as steve albini would say, the lead singer)
everyone should go try to download a song by them entitled "doris"..i like it
"mauracio with three balls here in the 8th"
good movies coming out theses days
igby goes down.....looks very very good. young kid fucks older hot chicks is always appealing to everyone....even you, you cromagnon
red dragon...prolly the shittiest enstallment of this hannibal lector series...but more than likely a good movie still....just mas bland
the rules of attraction...it has a shitload of young-stars trying to act their way out of the "teen star" title...and this movie has some cool people attached to it...so it will be decent
Bubba ho-tep......new bruce campbell's story of "what really happened to elvis" if you ever get a chance to see this just do it, and call me b/c its not being played around here...

"double play...no, he is stealing home!"

i got crabs in austin tx

weird weekend that past awhile ago...
had a keg party
it was cool for about 30 minutes...but ofcourse i was passed out in a lawn chair outside while people had fun with my keg....Then ofcourse this guy daniel got into a fight with my trashed roomate for absoultely no reason other than he is psychotic....
fights kinda kill parties and everyone left
i dont wanna go into much more detail...its all ive talked about for the whole week...and its tired
i rejoined the Univ. film alliance....im excited about it.....i think i will get to know people this year andbe involved rather than just paying to be able to say im part of an org.
The responsibility of a job is stressing me....but i will conquer....or retreat to drunken stupor....or something else
Heard some new 311 songs....very shitty live quality....wasn't really feeling them...but im sure i will some day....
Jenny is mad at me because she had a dream i had a "crush on someone else".....and other stuff including not talking to her and only talking about girls.....its lame, but she is reading.....and she already knows what i think
Finished "the jungle" in all its socialist-propaganda shit glory
good book....just goes way too flat at the end. Somehow a happy ending is finding your place in the Socialist party? I wanted more pain....i wanted Jurgis (the main dude) to die some very momentus and plot-fulfilling death...i wanted a surprise.......i just was fed bullshit......to hell with upton sinclair....
as for the title of this post.....mm...im all gonzo and noir