Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Trying to lighten up, not be so serious. This post I'm gonna let y'all know some of the more serious shit going on in my life.

If u wear flip flops and or blue jeans.....u have a serious problem.  jus say'n.....Dude.....Bro, ur breath smells like shit!
I don't chew gum, don't wear flip-flops, and I will never wear blue jeans.  I'm not this bro above.  Not sure if it's my subconscious or it's the fact I genuinely find jeans and flip-flops uncomfortable.  The gum is something I might need to check into, considering I smoke and don't floss as much as the dentist might recommend.  I thought, maybe I don't incorporate jeans and sandal thongs into my personal brand, because every other "bro schmo" does.  It's all about comfortability and authenticity.  Since nobody else wears dickies and closed toed sandals or shoes, I thought I'd be 'that guy.'  I'm a 'man,' but I am no 'bro.'  I'm a 'skater gangster,' who doesn't skate and isn't affiliated with a gang.  I do snowboard really well and used to skate frequently at the local rink,  but have definitely never participated in, 'gangster' like extracurriculars.  I guess my point is, I'd rather look young and rebellious rather than a professional, responsible, regular ol' bro.  My parents think that's plain stupid and immature.  I plead with my mom to assist me in transforming my brand to a 'super prep.'  In other words, asking her to buy my clothes for me, which isn't going to happen, because I'm an 'adult.'  All this is pretty much irrelevant to anyone reading this.  So...........seriously.......random and...........NEXT TOPIC...... 

I started school.  Jumping head first into the spring semester of 2k11.  I plan to graduate from ______ with a _______ in ________ in the fall of 2k22.  When I was in my ethics class on the first day of school the teacher had us introduce ourselves.  Everybody started giving their name, an explanation for why they are at the community college, and their plans for the future i.e. degree, transfer, whatever.  So it came to me and without hesitation I seriously said, "Hi!  Uhhhh...... my name is Joey Martino, I am just here to get back in the 'groove' of things, been out of school for about 5 years.  My plan is to start an electro buzzband and put out a hip-hop album by next summer."  I also went around to the common area and throughout the halls to the boards with random shit about upcoming events, groups, and stuff for sale and posted an advertisement for my blog.  It says, "for the latest and greatest, relevant mp3's visit http://www.srslyhip.blogspot.com."  Even though I don't "run" a music blog and really only feature a small amount of music, that is not relevant, I thought that would be the best way to advertise.  I haven't seen any increase in traffic.  I've actually seen a decrease which I blame on poor content.

I seriously don't watch very much t.v.  I watch football and some other sports, but if you take that time out, it's probably less than an hour a week.  Well, that has changed as of late.  With the hit shows, Teen Mom, Jersey Shore, and Skins I have been sucked back into "the boob tube."  The channel that helped raise me since my earliest memories of being home alone.  I'm not going to elaborate, give any reviews or commentary regarding these shows.  Or give the name or number of the channel.  All I Know is that there are struggling mothers, people making asses of themselves and terrible acting and or an "actor."  Below is the 'bro' that should have been cast as the lead role in the hit show, "Skins." 

Hercules & Love Affair - Blue Songs by moshi moshi musica>


From silence and isolation comes a storm of thoughts a racing I quiver as I crawl into my head my wretched mind is pacing like taking a 1000 steps and only moving inches....these aching bones and cold chills sleepless nights I'm facing.  
Prolonging the inevitable your hell now inhibits you transferring state of mind to an unconscious perception your beautiful life is now tainted with deception.
From noise comes pain that can't break the walls of seclusion only to trick the mind into a happy illusion forever injecting substance causing confusion this time I pass with apathetic dillusion I wish I could faint ending this army's intrusion.
Misfits drifters outright thugs and cold blooded klllers and the death of one could mean the death of all what the fuck you gonna do when the walls start to fall everything you thought you knew starts to fade away as this realness and rawness starts to stake its claim held down by your demons and these cold steel chains strap you in the chair fry or gas your brains walk you to your death down a dark hallway now there's nothing left but this cold dead body and red blood stains.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

ME: Is everything alright? HER: "Seriously!?!" Confessions of my year. Personal entry. Building something out of nothing.

It was 2k9, new years eve.  I found myself at the bottom of a very deep hole.  I stood on the fringe of society, shivering.  Drenched in sadness and hopelessness.  Submersed in the crowded streets of a big city.  Surrounded by mobs of people and at the same time totally isolated, feeling withdrawn, disconnected, and lost.  All alone in a family of winos and gutter punks. Throughout all the empty days, spent in dark alleys and cold parking garages, I do remember some kind of light or spec of hope.  Sometimes it was barely flickering.  Never brighter than the cherry on the end of my cigarette.  The hope was always there, but for it to materialize into a thought that I could grasp, it had to take the long journey from the back of my head, where it was buried with all the other..... I'd rather forget.    How did I get here?  Whose blood is this?

A year has come and gone.  I moved out of the big city and back to my home state.  Back to the home I couldn't wait to leave.  When I left and moved away I had a goal, a good reason, a purpose, to"find myself," figure life out.  I wanted to get out of the conservative Christian metropolis I grew up in.  I was unhappy in middle America.  So I did what I always dreamed of doing.  I took the typical route, headed west.  The first two years I genuinely felt happy and excited about life.  Then my-self found me.  I had ran far away, blaming my problems on my geographical location and anybody but myself.  You can only run from yourself for so long.  Eventually you'll weaken and find yourself in the same old place.  Only this time, your thousands of miles away from the family and support that you need when your hit with hard times.  Where am I?  Who are you?

Thank God for the family.  The only people who are always there.  Upon returning I was blessed with a place to stay and a job on my Grandpas farm.  It was great.  Very quiet and peaceful, out in the middle of somewhere.  I didn't really know anybody, so I didn't have a social life.  I got lonely at times, but always found refuge and company on the internet.  I felt 'connected' when I shared music, when I commented on blogs, when I instant messaged or wally to walled.  I put a lot of time and thought into each status update.  Putting forth my best effort, trying to provide my so called "friends" with a glimpse into my life, the farm, the world as I see it.  I soon decided I was 'over' facebook.  For some reason I no longer felt comfortable expressing myself on that website.   Then I started this blog and got a twitter.  On the farm I had more time than ever to search for buzzbands and relevant mp3's.  The worst part about the last year, was the absence of music.  Luckily, once I turned myself into jail, on Valentines day, I was issued my own personal pair of headphones.  Good for tuning into one of three t.v.'s or any radio station. Also good for the batteries that come inside, which are sometimes used for creating a spark when trying to smoke.  I could pick up all the city stations.  The mainstream rap, top 40, alt rock, oldies, all those types.  That was nice.  Well, as nice as it could get in jail.  What have I done?  What are you looking at?

I'm a worthless 20something.  I'm a college dropout who's single.  I have moved from the farm to my parents house in the suburbs.  I bought a macbook pro with my own legitimately earned money.  I learned a lot this past year.  I've experienced unpleasant times that I wouldn't wish upon anybody.  Everything thats happened in 2k10 and the 20something years before, has led me to who and where I am now.  I'm going back to the local community college this spring.  I just got a new job that's going well.  I'm going to take over the world and do really nice things for all people.  I'm going to "drop bombs" on em.  I'm gonna start a electro music project.  I'm probably going to get very rich.  I'm gonna leak the secret information behind the dead birds falling from the sky.  I'm planning on exposing all the corruption inside the government and every other American institution.  I'm going to live the best way I know how.  I'm going to value the simple things, while enjoying the finer things.  The light is brighter.  When did you find it?  Why are you leaving?

I guess I "found myself."  Sitting on this couch writing.  For what?              

I know I can write rhymes.
I can rap.
I can move crowds.
I'm a microphone controller.
I need a beat, gimme a beat.
I have something meaningful to say.

you just got the worst of it and all u smell is roses
I walk the wrong path only time and trouble know us
you sucked the heat all out my hell nearly froze us
I'm exploding out these seams only somber days hopeless
every saint has a past and every sinner a future 
no blood for a rush deep cuts we need to suture
I cant touch a single day no sense gratification
I will follow you out of the dark and onto this great plantation 
we will plant the seeds of life and build an abominable civilization
I've ripped out all the weeds disinfecting this organization 
I'm starting this all over again this time I'm not playing

why do I want to bleed?  you don't ever say please
why is all I write about, starving death, pain and drowning and what I really need?
why did you do it?  what are you doing?  this desert is deserted ruins
stop bending my pages shaking my cages all that I ask is for you to control those rages
if you would just quit this becomes painless
colorless rainbows they shower you with gold
fluorescent eyes see nothing but the colors of your soul
we use it just to get to the bottom of the hole
there's nothing left to clean but the snakes out of the pool
it's the same thing all every single day
it's wordless speech in all everything you say
the ceiling is coming down taking it away
no roots missing nature and the month of may
romance is blooming friendly fires
Gods are ruling holy choirs 
outlaws dueling thieves and liars
subliminal fueling ignorant buyers 
royalty cooling naive squires 
from nothing comes something tires

whats really going on here where have you been?
everyone is looking for you what is you did?
you really fucked up back to the joint is the kid
so tired of being sick and tired smoke goes the lid
another day down toward an unknown future and one day closer to death
we all are going to die what will you leave behind
they'll only remember what you left in between the lines
if I told you to hide where would you go?
if I told you to run would you take it slow?
you got all the people in this place wanting to know
what do you now call home where will you show?

we had the whole wide world inside of our hands
it took whole a lot of practice and some intricate plans
we let it all go it slipped away in the sand
I sold it all for free my fees didn't stand

Big K.R.I.T. - Good Foot by Pretty Much Amazing
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Sunday, January 2, 2011

On the 2nd day of 2k11 he blogged about 2k10...10 on 10 in 11 Pt. 3 Albums

Favorite Albums of 2010

10.  Gayngs - Relayted

9.  Lovers - Dark Light

8.  Gorillaz - Plastic Beach

7.  Yeasayer - Odd Blood

6.  Caribou - Swim

5.  Mice Parade - What it Means to be Left Handed

4.  Beach House - Teen Dream

3.  Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

2.  jj - jj 3

1.  Vampire Weekend - Contra