"Hey Sol, do you ever wonder at what point you just got to say fuck it man? Like when you gotta stop living up here, and start living down here?"
- Eminem from the film "8 Mile"
Greetings good people of MFC!
I know it's been so long since I've dropped in but I'm making the change to change that. I haven't done a blog in a while and when I did, I talked about my favorite rap songs. Last time I checked, I was still working the 80's. Still whittling away to get that number 1 spot. February was some kind of month. Lot of unexpected surprises and some left turns that are most likely going to bite me in the ass in the future, but I'm going to keep on going.
I recently got a chance to meet my niece's son. Brand new baby boy, kid is tiny. After meeting him and holding him in my arms, it dawned on me that it'd be great to be a Dad. It kind do freaks me out though, I mean just recently I took on a picnic with both my new grandson and my grandmother in attendance. In my Native American tradition, I am now saddled with the label "grandpa" now. It's a trip, ain't it? 31 years old and a grandpa. That's one for the record books.
I haven't really been to the theater in a couple of months. Last film I saw was "Bullet In The Head" and it just seems that lately...no films have satisfied my curiosity (except for "Stoker", GOTTA SEE THAT!)
Since my last film outing, I've been relegated to Netflix Instant and school work. I will admit that in my choice of career...which is reporting, I feel lately that I'm just not into it anymore and that really disturbs me. I've blown 2 deadlines this semester and my department instructor is getting the sense that I'm not taking journalism seriously anymore. I'm sensing it and it troubles me.
Lately, I've been occupying some time and injecting creative juices into music production. "Beat-making" as it's known in tight circles. What really surprised me...is just how fucking natural I am at doing it. Just like kickboxing, I've really taken a liking to it and I feel fired up again in what seems like forever. My lust for life is making me love life again and I love that!
I'm going to see Mos Def in concert this Thursday and the lady of my dreams is going to be sitting 10 seats away from me. I'm nervous, but I'm so excited, like high school-intimate giddy. I'm building it up too much, like I'm setting myself up for disappointment. I really want to make it work with this lady. She matches me and I would really like to take her out on a date someday. Only problem that I can foresee...women like her don't usually go for guys like me.
It's crazy to stress over stuff like that but I am only human and my emotions can get crazy sometimes. Times like these make me think about a scene from "Saturday Night Fever" where Manero sits there on the subway car and just reflecting on life, Stephanie, and Bobby taking a dive. Shit, I may only be 31 but I got a lot of growing up to do.
So with all that said, that's where I'm at. I'll be on as much as I can in the near future. Take care and Godspeed, MFC!
- Threat Poet