So this is post 265. It arrives on the last evening in the abode I have been predominantly residing in for the past 36 months… minus time spent during overseas gallivants.
For those of you keeping up, you may be aware of the smash factor that’s been beating my ass from Melbourne to Brisbane and back etc for the past few weeks. Back and forth, forth and back. I’m not sure which way anymore.
It’s all been quite dizzying frankly. Continue reading
Yesterday afternoon I learned of Guru’s passing and send love and respect to his family. RIP Guru.
Listening to Jazzmatazz and considering Guru’s legacy and eternal art that influenced hip hop in all sorts of fresh ways – I started contemplating art in general and the way it evolves. Continue reading
Part of being a human means you meet other humans in various circumstances. Something that intrigues me about FollowMeToNYC is the picture it paints of my life.
For the loyal cult members checking in each day… and the hardcore advisory board of crazies that have been here since we kicked off last September… many aspects of my madness and passion surfaces in these pages. Continue reading
As I attempt to get through the anthology, I’m realizing most of what’s included is from over the last three years. So where’s the rest?
I spent many years as a strictly ink Writer. This was actually a silent protest against publishers, critics, and pretty much the rest of the world. You see, it was critical that I wrote for mySelf and no other. I still believe that once you start creating Art for other people instead of as a reflection of who You are… something gets lost.
I have no idea where all of my writing books are. I do know, however, that every writing book I’ve had pre-2002 has been thrown in the garbage by an angry Italian mother that was very unhappy when her youngest daughter moved out of the house fairly unannounced, twice.
Ok completely unannounced. Continue reading