sleep studies

i think i'm a natural sleep fighter. i fight it more now than i did as a child. at least that's how it seems. maybe i haven't mustered the discipline to just go to bed...as if i'll miss something.

it's such an odd and ultimately miniature concern.

soon my burning the candle will impact me negatively. i'll crash. i will sleep like i'm in cryo and wake up groggy. would it be different if it weren't standard to go to bed at a certain time?


i saw a special on the news about an experiment. a group of teens gave up their computers and cell phones for a week or so. they had all these breakthroughs...and granted, they had extreme habits (texting over a thousand times in a month?! c'mon) but the experiment did have a positive general effect on the teens. they did things they hadn't done before like look at...trees. i know, i know, it sounds silly. but the adage became reality: stop and smell the flowers. i think i should do the same sometime soon.


i know this is random. i just felt like writing.



on that note, i'm up later than i'd like once again. off to bed for me...





custamato~

magic made it...

so it only makes sense that i post my latest opus here too. like we always do at this time-

here it is: You Can Live Thru Anything If Magic Made It: A Has-Lo remix project. *phew* that's a mouthful. as usual there's the divshare link down there, so you can listen to the remix album in its ENTIRETY.

THEN!

you can download it from the link at the bottom. en-f*ckin-joy, people. i had a hell of a time making it for you...





free download ladies and gents:


CLICK THIS PICK!







custamato~

big like L

although i'm mad late, i still wanted to make this post. i got these tribute remixes from my homie Sauce Transportation to commemorate the passing of Big L.

they are a cross between hip hop and electronic, but still hypnotizing and potent. check them out, download them if you like. just something fresh for your ears-

Big L - Flamboyant (sauce t rmx)

Big L - MVP (sauce t rmx)

custamato~

wife in da club...

unfortunately, i'll probably be called angry for saying this. even though that title would simply be unjust, i'll proceed-

what is the deal with this strange fascination with rappers (or artists or whatever it is they fancy themselves) with LAME voices and boring song with contrived lyrics? for some reason ALLLL the guys with ugly voices get the shots. seems to be a trend...

you want a record deal?

here's the best way: get a synth based beat. if you get a synth beat with a lot of reverb on the the bleeps and blips then you'll get that "futuristic" moniker you've secretly been striving for. those other beats...with the samples...no. you have to ABANDON drums and sounds. sounds are DATED, haven't you heard?! not futuristic at all, little guy. now, you've got the futuristic beat, next: the lyrics. you'll need a smidge of contrived soul. add a big dash of swag (we used to call it cool. sometimes we called it flyness but its all just become SOOOO blahzay. we use swag now). it's probably best we get you some surface-level pain too. if we make you seem like your hurting but you're trying your damnedest to keep it crunk...YOU WILL WIN. u have to trust me here. that makes you seem sensitive.

we'll need to fix your voice before you can record though. its just way too...palletable. here, smoke these. they're newports. go on...the whole pack. drink this cheap vodka and come back when you get a cold.

*some time passes*

ah, you're back! lets hear it....

(unimpressive gurgles and throat clearing) 

THAT! more of that nasally-thing is what we want! if you ever let them hear your real voice its over. your real voice sounds like angels cumming, i've never felt such freedom. i thought i would collapse in a writhing mass of quivering ecstasy listening to you. do you think people WANT to be soothed and caressed by your voice? what are you, a pervert? ...alright then, stop acting like one.

lets hear those lyrics. spit 'em out-

ugh *cough* hmurmmm! I MET MY WIFE IN THE CLUB LASTNITE/SHE WAS STACKED AND THA ASS LOOKED RITE/SHE COULDA BEEN MY BOOOOOO/IF I WASN'T STILL THINKIN' BOUT YOUUUUU

1AM AND CLUB IS PACKED/SHAWTY SEE ME THEN SHE PEEPED MY SWAG/ONLY WENT  TO THE CLUB JUST TO GETAWAY/SO I WOULDN'T FEEL LIKE MY HEART TRYIN' TO GETAWAY/AND MAYBE WHILE I'M HERE I CAN GETA DATE/AND SHE CAN LICK DA LOLLIPOP LIKE LIL' WAYNE...

BUT I DON'T AND I WON'T CUZ I CAN'T MAN DAMN I'M STUCK ON HERRRR LIKE WOAAAAAH!

I MET MY WIFE IN THE CLUB LASTNITE/SHE WAS STACKED AND THA ASS LOOKED RITE/SHE COULDA BEEN MY BOOOOOO/IF I WASN'T STILL THINKIN' BOUT YOUUUUU!!!

ok, ok that's enough. 

that.... that was F*CKING great!!! dammit get in that booth and sing that right now! or like, rap some and sing it...you've got it, don't worry about it just get IN THERE! 

6 months later-

great news. every label...EVER wants to know the million dollar question...can you...make another "Met My Wife In Da Club"?

and that folks, is how it goes. real question is: what the HELL am i doing?? i got the formula right here!!

off to smoke some newports.



look out for my next project. it's coming at you in a few days...

custamato~

orange spice & lemon

she pulls up.

i get in.

we go for tea.

we glance at each other over our padded cups, steaming and bubbling.

chatting, we find the words come easily. 

if we don't speak we're okay. the silence isn't uncomfortable.

i rub her arm, poke her playfully.

she smiles, perhaps with adoration. she likes me and doesn't hide it.

i like her too. 

pupils dilated, joints pointing at one another, leaning forward.

we are what we are.

i was afraid this would happen.

of course, it did happen, but that's okay.

seems it was the right thing all along.

i had orange spice.

she had lemon.

custamato~

random thing

i know i've been overdosing on this lately but...i love street fighter 4. i DO NOT however, love the cheap patterns that everyone (except me) seem to be coming up with.

fight fair sometimes. i know it's a foreign concept but, how 'bout you stop picking that one character...and learning that one special move...then trying to trap people up with the SAME move. 

HEY! here's an idea: win with skill instead of slut tactics. too much?

yeeeeeea, i thought so.

my...how they scar your lovely legacy, street fighter. better off playing alone.

custamato~

the cycle of wanting...

another late night...

working on some music. i don't have long to play at this point. it's just about 2am...my nightly cut-off time. due to an inflated electric bill i am grounded by strict house rules. honestly, it's maddening. music is an impulse based animal. if i don't have the freedom to bend to those impulses, it takes the feeling out of the whole process.

i've been cracking away at a little weekend project (that's taking longer than a weekend). i think it could be something funky to listen to, but man...i can't wait until my recording rig is up to spec. i'm doing everything the long way. there is no convenience to be found in my technology. the fact that there IS technology at my disposal is why i brave the tedium. less than 4 months ago i was wishing for just enough to allow me to project my creativity out to the world. now i have "just enough"...but it's not. the cycle of wanting doesn't end i suppose, it just resets.

another piece of the puzzle in the books, i'll be heading off to bed soon. one can only hope that whoever listens "gets" what i'm trying to do here. one can only hope that if no one does "get" it, i'm not as saddened as i have been in the past. finding that key demo that connects with what you do artistically is difficult. i seek love as though i have never known it...and when i get it, it's likely i'll just wish for more than love.

the cycle of wanting does not end. it just resets, i suppose.

shine.

custamato~