I’m trying to think of what I want to do with this place still.  It’s March but it snowed all day yesterday.  Thankfully, none of it stuck.  I need some warm weather in my life.  In other boring news: my daughter, that I haven’t seen or heard or spoke to for the past 12 years got in touch with me.  Talk about an intense situation.  She will be interviewing me tonight about my past as a rapper and my current as a beat smith and fan.  I guess.  Maybe its an interview on why we haven’t spoke for so long.  We actually had that conversation two weeks ago.  I am comfortable in the fact that that was the most difficult and at times, sad conversations I’ve ever had.  But it seems to be for a good result.

I was getting my haircut yesterday, at the local Dominican joint where Adelberto uses a straight razor to line my chinstrap and typically they have those Spanish variety shows on with half naked women and 14 minute long songs being preformed live.  This time they had MTV Jams on.  Now, my television watching has decreased considerably in the past 3 months.  There is no show that I am current with and the only thing I watch often is Martha Speaks or Word Girl and that’s because my son watched them.  And I’m noticing a few things.  First, MTV2 is now the same fucking thing as MTV and has commercials and so does the JAMS channel and probably all the other channels they have.  Second, I don’t know shit about contemporary popular rap.  And it’s filled with clapping ass cheeks, showers of cash, and people looking really pissed off that they are in a video.  If I were in a video I would cheese the whole time and dance and maybe juggle too.  I did enjoy the “Stanky Leg” song until the 10 year olds got on and started dropping it like it was hot.  Thirdly, ghetto barbershops are some fucked up shit.  I’ve seen more titties heard more people lie and talk shit and deal drugs and stolen merchandise than anywhere I’ve ever been.  I mean, I’m not complaining about this at all.  I love a place where I can say “fuck” see a boob and possibly by an ipod for $50 but dudes steadily bring their girlfriends or children there.  I’m not a misogynist, but its no place for women.  And it certainly is no place for children.  This guy has his two daughters and he’s singing Sean Paul’s “Like Glue” to them with both of them hopping on his knee.  Now, don’t get me wrong, this is by far my favorite song of his, but perhaps a little inappropriate to sing to your 6 and 11 year old daughters as they bounce on your knee.  Time to go back to work.

So, the beat battle is dead.  It was too much work, plus I’m in grad school and going through a divorce so I have no time for it.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this site, but it will probably very uninteresting to 99.999999999999999% to 100% if not all of you. I have this place for another year so I might as well get something down.  So, keep it reel.  Make beets.