Welcome to my music page. I have been
playing various instruments for around five years now, never taking one
lesson. Hope you enjoy some scratchy ass music rhymes. If your
ears can't enjoy it. Return to the T2S
Thoughts Page.
MUSIC PAGE:
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February 1, 2008:
I always thought and
believed Timbaland was one of the greatest producers in my lifetime.
I used to love his shit back in the college days. Me and my buddy
Eddison used to creep around to various songs as: People Like
Myself. Indian Flute. and Drop. On the other hand, Busta Rhymes.
He has also been one of my favorite artist from way back in the day.
Check this video of Timbaland and Busta in the studio. Obviously
Timba got respect and has artists like Busta Rhymes crawling for him to
get beats. From this video you can just feel the energy as soon as
Timbaland starts the loop and Busta starts smiling... it's on. I
can't wait for Busta Rhymes new album in the Spring of 2008. This
beat is amazing, and the fact that they probably just were high as fuck
and came up with the shit in a studio is amazing. Damn them fellas.
(Note: look at Busta
Rhymes' gold chain. That shit is ridiculous. There is no need
for a chain that large... NEVER!)
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January 18, 2008:
O.K. so I asked Santa Claus
for a harmonica for Christmas. Ol' Jolly delivered. I had
purchased a Blue October live CD before the new year and was infatuated
with
Track Number Six on the live CD (Note: focus on 2:20 of the video
as he reaches into the wrong pocket of his jeans). The harmonica
solo was amazing. So was any live performance you found on
YouTube. The fact you could just pull a harmonica out of your
pants pocket and rock out was amazing to me. So I wanted to take up
the instrument. Obviously having a harmonica for less than three
weeks will not net you results, but at least I tried.
At the time I was picking
up the art of the harmonica, Wyclef Jean was bumpin' his new single -
Sweetest Girl (feat. Akon, etc.). Very cool song. I looked up
some guitar tabs and related them to the harmonica and figured I would
freestyle a harmonica/guitar song less than one month into owning a
harmonica and less than five years into beginning the guitar.
January 17, 2008: In case you don't know, I
house plenty of instruments in my house. I have learned each instrument on
my own. Never took lessons. Just toiled around with each instrument,
enjoying the fine art of music making. I enjoy sitting down when I'm
bored and coming up with original beats and try to piece a few together. I
don't have the greatest recording equipment, none of that out of the world
pro tools that professional recorders and bands use, that shit is
expensive and probably would blow my mind with all the fixtures you can
use. When I get a beat going, I sit down and put a desktop microphone up
to my guitar amp. Pretty ghetto by musicians standards. Oh well, I guess
I'm not a musician, it gets me by. But another problem I run into is that
I only record 90 second beats or songs. I never string things out to the
normal three minutes that allows for plenty of lyrics, a chorus and a
bridge. Mine songs are real quick hitters. Wham Bam Here's your song
man.
But yet another problem I
sometimes run into is my lack of creative lyrics for my songs. Sure I have
a few verses scribbled down here and there, but again I can never piece
multiple verses together to formulate a song. Musicians find their lyrics
in everyday events and throughout their many years as a composer. I have a
hard time doing this. A hard time focusing on a single event and writing
an entire song about it. Anyways, linked up is a MP3 beat and a
few lyrics I came up with Thursday night in about an hour. Hope
you enjoy my remedy.
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January 12, 2008:
I was hanging out the other night with my buddy Jason who
was in town from Virginia for close to a week. Me and Jason are buddies
from high school and went to college together at Slippery Rock University
for around two years. So the other night when we were hanging out in
Ellwood City Jason
asked me if I had a CD with Ms. November on it. I thought "damn",
because I didn't have the song on CD. We shared a good laugh about the
song and it made me want to post it on T2S for those to listen to.
So click the play button to the left and enjoy.
Ms. November is the title of a freestyle
song that Jason and our friend and my roommate Walnuts from Slippery
Rock came up with a few years back. Walnuts rocks the guitar and each take a stab
at the freestyle chorus. During the unfortunate semester I was
suspended from Slippery Rock University [note: only cool kids go
longer than they should], I would try to get up to SRU and
hang out with the 'ol crew on the weekends and would sometimes bring my laptop up to
use for various things. One particular weekend we had a few heads over and our
slightly-buzzed minds decided to record a freestyle. This
particular freestyle opens perfectly because if you listen carefully
you will hear friends gathering around and cans of beer being opened
for the freestyle act.
November one,
two-thousand and four, and I walk down the street to a local
convenience store
And I picked up a copy of the latest Playboy and my eyes behold the
prettiest thing I've ever seen
Yo Ms. November... Ms. November, Ms. November, Ms.
November
Ms. November... I'll be pleasing myself to you 'til Ms.
December
Well I got Ms. November, it feels so right, and Ms. November in the
picture your pussy looks so tight
And I want to crawl inside my world and never ever leave, crawl up,
jack myself off looking at your beav
Oh Ms. November... I love you Ms. November, Ms.
November
Ms. November, Ms. November, Ms. November, I'll be
pleasing myself to you 'til Ms. December
I went to her house. Lifted up her blouse. God damn, I
ran a mouse. What the fuck.
So I went to her house and I lifted up her blouse, started throwin'
my swollen member into her wet crevus
She was screamin'. She was screamin'. Yo, what did she say?
Oh Ms. November... Ms. November, and Ms. September is
hot but I am Ms. November.
Ms. November, Ms. November, Ms. November, Ms.
November...
I am not
sure the definite story behind Ms. November, but from the sounds and
lyrics of
it, it sounds like a song about falling in love with the November
Playboy Playmate. Jason lays out the curiosity and initial crush towards
the playmate after buying the while the drunken Walnuts busts in with
his wild freestyle that brings her to into reality. If you play the entire song and want
to hear it again, either refresh this page or click the stop button
and hit the play button again.
I also stumbled upon
a old link to a page with some more original music on it. I had
recorded my 400th track on my computer and imported the song to play
on T2S. I don't have a title for the song, but we can leave it
named as Freestyle #400. Click here to
check it another original jam.
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September 30, 2007:
Will she call? should I even care?
Oh, my thoughts are running all through the er er air
You think you knew me. Nice to see you ever
come around and I will sing one more time
Ohhhh this baseline consumes. The drum line will move me,
and these lyrics will tell me...
Should I care? Love aff er er air
She's gone so far away ay ay
Will I stay? Oh what a day...
Oh my love has gone... so far away....
Ohhhh, the night is lost.
You'll never ever see my face
And your stars, they lost
Ohhhh, the night is gone
One more time I will sing your song
It's twenty after
seven and I don't know where to go,
Gotta find something to do in my E.C. show,
So I'm calling all my friends... all my friends I know...
Come on up, yeah,
we'll shoot some pool,
While you're out stop and get some brews,
Cause we've got... nothing better to do...
Nothing better to do...
In this town I call
home, yeah it's true.
In this town I call home, yeah it's true.
The night is late and
we're on a hunt,
It's fourth and long and we're not gonna punt,
Change that CD to track number eight with that funk...
Vodka here or water
there,
Rum and Coke is my love affair,
But oh we's was too drunk to even care...
No we don't care...
In this town I call
home, yeah it's true.
In this town I call home, yeah it's true.
