New Hair Cut in Bushwick

got myself a new hair cut. yeeeeeah... i needed it something fierce. did it myself with some help from Derrick. totally inspired by the moment. haven't loved a haircut this much since i used to have side burns. granted it isn't a hair cut. but it is a hair treatment. 

lots been going on. got the cast off and feeling great. hand is still on the mend, but haven't lost any of the speed or righteous rhythm. now that the album is done, we are on all sorts of business. stay tuned.


so check this out... 
went out on friday night in bushwick. my room mate and i walked down the street to Market Hotel to see some bands. it was really sub-par. the first dud i saw was playing some with some modulators and twisting knobs on a delay pedal. it was music i would make in my bedroom if i was really stoned. this is not fit for public consumption. the next band was cool. poppy and they moved. still not all that memorable. they may have been better if the sound wasn't so bad. the bass volume would go up and the guitar was drowned out. then the bass would get louder than the rest of the band. not to mention i paid $10 to get in, the place was filled with smoke (not the good kind), cans of bud were $3 which is some people's crib. i wanted to see another band, but i was getting ill. maybe due to the combo of whiskey, not enough food, and cig smoke. why can't there be some super cool underground aggressive rock movement? it is the suburban sprall.

now you first have to understand that when i moved here, no one wanted to visit me. people were pretty sketched out. i didn't think it was bad at all compared to where i lived in Jersey City. just not gentrified and commercialized. set back a bit from the action, but quiet and cheap. it was hard to get any decent delivery, or the hummus i liked, but i embraced the environment. i reveled in the escape from the city that has lost its soul to safe and sterile restrictions. i wanted to live in an area that has a pulse.


bushwick was and still is primarily latin and black, which i like. families. less bullshit and lower cost of living. but not that many white cats strolling in with the vacant, bohemian stares, reciting snobbery, all claiming to have unique incite, obliviously consuming and telling you why they are too cool for mother fucking school.... it was perfect. and close to williamsburg.
now because the burg is getting more pricey, people are moving out here. i have seen lots of great changes. better food, laundromat got cleaned up, houses fixed up. a few more places for me to chill, get delivery, etc. and there are artists lofts and more artsy kids and masses of hipsters, importing whole foods, getting off on my stop now. i have no problem with the group. i am a fan of being on the fringe, so i am not opposed to a scene. but i can't stand that some of these kids moving in don't have respect for the surroundings and the people who were living here before they landed. i am over generalizing, but what happened to celebrating originality and having a little respect for the things that matter while fucking off the fuckers?

i am here in brooklyn because i want to be competitive with the best artists and musicians. i am an extremely passionate person. sometimes i crave a little danger and perhaps some good natured violence. aren't people too nice for it to be new york? every old head talks about shit being better back in the day. well in some way i think it was. hopefully it will again. keep the city a city, not Disney Land. unpredictable and vital for this time and place.