Bad news: Stuck in Vancouver thanks to school. I must make sure the grades are good enough to let me get to take the courses I’m registered for. I need to harass the profs if not as it’s actually their problem for the most part (or their TAs.) Apologies to friends who expected me down sooner; smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast.
Good news: Have a rough (probably finished really) rap over a Childish Gambino track from me. Lyrics after the break.
lyrics:
criticize my end rhymes, hate that were related
this isn’t pretend time, i’m what you created
i am on my end times, i am so omega gone
splitting like it’s asus, guess i’m just pegatron
name’s not on the front, but my brand’s behind it
you digging these sounds? well, my plans defined it
you gigging around? best thank me post haste
you’re late to the field, you arrived post-race
i don’t need to be a writer or actor to do this;
i spit a couple bars, and the crowds ask “who this?”
a hundred thousand downloads before my diploma
you playback in slow speed, ya hustle’s in a coma
was only 15 bumping jungle and ragga
was only 22 when meeting gen fukanaga
how many of y’all met the head of funimation?
guess that’s just proof i live in a funny nation
i am the top cat to your dogs, all of you chase me
i sit around lazy, yet drive you all crazy
flip that i’m sporticus and you’re robbie rotten
i’m running strong, you’ll probably be forgotten
i am on my lo-cal, you’re about the jelly rolls
i am on my clean cut, your style is smelly mold
i’m living the extremes, your lifestyle is barely bold
i’m about the volume, your album has barely sold
and I’m so anon so fear and expect me
no feedback out there could direct me
post modern rapping preempting my critics
i know what i’m spitting here seems so acidic
but i’m the next jay-z with a side of neptunes
protege portfolio provided with hep tunes
and if you don’t feel this because of my vox
i’ll get out of the way and let my friends talk
When I haven’t been studying hard, spending time with Danielle or hanging out with friends who decide a Tuesday is a good day to visit Canada for the first time, I’ve been goofing around on youtube a bit to chill, taking potshots at rappers who are much richer (and less talented) than myself, and covering songs in a dubstep style for no reason.
4shared
HotFile
MegaUpload
Ziddu
DepositFiles
For everyone who wanted me to have a forum.
Well, you have one. You don’t even need to register.
cuo2duo – comp1337
1. Yes, that was me.
2. Yes, it is horrible, offensive and stupid, but it’s a satire of image board culture, so it can’t be anything but those things. Think of it more through a Mark Twain perspective if you put any thought it into it. I didn’t.
2a. The instrumentals are nice though. very different for me.
3. Yes, it does mean last year I put out 119 songs.
3a. If you count writing the backings for and producing rai’s album.
3b. More than 119 if you count the c2d instrumentals separate from the album.
4. Yes, that means about half of everything I put out last year was freely available, and the rest was easily piratable.
So, you can see why I can take some time off to finish university. Not many musicians in general have ever been that prolific in that time frame, and I did so with plenty of generosity in the process. Thing a week? Try 2+.
For the fans, two more videos, this time for songs off Romance Langauge 2:
Distant Star
The Dream Designed
Meanwhile, two midterms down for the week, one more to go this week, then comp sci and discrete math homework. At this rate I’m not making back down to Seattle until the semester is over.
This Is Why I’m A Junglist – Go Nerd.
One for one of my favorite songs off the old cover EP, Imitate. Another for one of the hardest flows I did on the One Day Mixtape.
To say I’m grinding on university is probably an understatement, but don’t worry. Gradually, the material is falling into place. Just keep wishing me the best.
So, like a manufacture with an early model android phone, I’ve been bad about updating in a timely fashion. Recently, I opened for Death Star at their CD release party at the Blue Moon Tavern. I had a fun time, Death Star put on a great show, and the Seattle Geekly noted that I “effortlessly kicked out a set that I imagine most performers would happily trade a major internal organ to be able to pull off.”
Speaking of the Geekly, they also did a podcast featuring an interview with myself amongst other awesome nerd musicians.
As to the other stuff? Well, I’m taking summer courses, so I’m staying quite busy. The secondary agenda to school will be helping Nursehella do vocals for her debut record. Considering how quickly Rai’s record went once it had a similar foreground priority, I think it’s gonna go well, and go fast.
My aggressive aversion to facebook apps that want personal data assuredly obscures a section of reality from my vision. However, this section surely contains information about how others perceive me, and thus, in that sense, I am forbidden from knowing a part of myself as I am unwilling to share information about myself.
More pressingly, regardless of which path of action is taken, I will feel some sense of loss. Either I am to relinquish my privacy to a stranger, so that I may know what my friends and acquaintances think of me, or I am forbidden from knowing information about myself. Some might argue I could always ask my friends what they said in a given, but on facebook, such connections are not always as strong as friendship, and even that still requires some exchange on my part. It reveals more directly to those people that I want to know what they think of me.
And well, I do want to know; such concerns are natural to human beings. However, I don’t wish to sacrifice anything personal to know such things. See blog title.
A little 9 song mixtape that I made today:
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easy share
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deposit files
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upload bro
Beats featured should be familiar to many HipHop fans. Subject matter? The usual: myself, anime girls, playa haters, semiotics, etc.
Expect Ultraklystron stuff like this when I’m on break unless I’m doing work with one of my collaborators. Also, I recorded it on my netbook with dollar store earbuds. Expect the roughest mix ever.
So, I squeaked through my first quarter at SFU with good enough grades (Discrete Math, B-, Comp Sci C+, English B+, Philosophy A-) to continue on my degree track. I’ve moved into my own place in Burnaby off-campus. I am underway properly now as a student. The biggest debate for me should be whether I want to spend the 45-100 something bucks a month to have a parking pass, or whether I should lose a 20+ minutes a day to the bus.
Yet, meanwhile, I have friends without degrees working for Microsoft and Google. To be fair, they are contract or orange badge or some other code work for temporary and hourly, but they are working, now. Doing jobs I could also do, now. Putting the best companies in the world on their resumes now.
I hope the $60K+ of my parents dough I’m about to plow into getting a degree is the right long term play. I really, really do. I really hope it means a salary, a house and all that other American Dream stuff. The grass better end up greener on my side, otherwise why am I gardening, and stressing ’til my arteries are hardening?
