I put up a fake link for an album I recently completed yesterday; that was wrong of me, but I don't really think anyone is reading the fine print carefully enough to care about these kinds of things; whoever said, "jews have no rhythm" should have thought about non-metered aspects of timing.
Mom hoped I'd become a writer; it's not looking likely. Dad wants me to be a hard worker; a diminishing return. Max is always excited, but cynic in the grand scheme of things; that's life.
A few thoughts on this album, life and the process of placing oneself in the vast continuum of cultural identity;
I am 0.
Rosa is number one.
One minus zero is harmless
Zero minus one is only games in your head.
I want to thank the following people for making this hour or so of digestion possible; Adrian Pacia, Nick Koenig, Lena Leson, Taka Yasuzawa, Saul Flores (You're still a young man!), Mike Blumenthal, Joel Handley, John Bennum, Mike Garcia, Barry Sanders, Darren Dutch Daulton, Mickey Rooney, Mickey Rourke, Louis Weiss, Alex Visotzky, Burton L (the holy sprit), Samuel Crane Newhouse, NOT Rafa Capo, Derrick Tuttle (you shredder, you think I forgot you cause I was drunk...), Baron Davis, Tango & Cash.
I want to thank the following animals; The Iberian Lynx, The Elephant (a process unto itself), and Mick Foley.
Can you tell I'm stalling while it uploads? Damn stolen Spanish Wi-Fi in sterererero.
There's an "artist statement" in the genre section of the album if you listen to it in iTunes; or read it in installments with your media player of choice.
Everything is in parenthesis in this phase of my life here in Huelva, Andalucía.
My girlfriend is going to China and then Bangkok, she is a nut and that cracks me up.
2009/04/13
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