ok, some latest contributions to society:
mr. eisenhour and i saw gza recently. immediate words that come to mind: americana, timeless... there's no one else like him. even the words to describe him are too cliché for who i observed him to be. genius. yes, really. but really! rza was up there. it was as if he was channeling odb or something. sunglasses, maker's mark in hand, lot of howling. i'm always entertained by who's on stage with them. like whole fams and shit they make into their own groups.. gravediggaz, sunz of man or zus or whatever they're called. and then they let some haole mc on the mic for a minute. who is he? the extent of my wu affiliate knowledge.
i've stepped up on the flowershop front. with that the motherland (and ten days in bali!) is postponed. all the while, i realize i have another dad.. a different kind, like a "real" one. the one society always pitched me.. but he really is!
i imagine a world where i just show oodles of love to everyone all the time. in the street, everywhere. you know, like how you catch me do with babies or cute furry animals type steez. i would love to do that to everyone every time i see them. however, there is the matter of le hard look. dare i put the guard down?
i'm not sure yet if i'm underestimating "how to make it in america" or if it's underestimating me. the veterana plimpton is the only thing that works for me so far.
meanwhile, i'm working on loving the hometown while i'm here as much as i do whenever i leave it. in other words, i'm spoiled. and for every moment i miss walking by gaudi masterpieces on the daily, i just remember that l.a. has just as many treasures to soak in. plus sunny, 70º weather in the beginning of march while snow falls onto the sagrada familia as i write this. i have every reason to love where i am right now.
interesting to note, while emanon, aloe blacc, exile and the likes are from the west coast, their tunes consistently send me back to euro nostalgia.
oh, nostalgia. it's a feeling for me. the kind i can't really pinpoint - so emotion-provoking yet mysterious. the whole reason why i find anything nostalgic. moments which only i find memorable. but why? (enter the mystery). and thus the romance...
what you doin in l.a., with Filipinos and Eses
Latinos and Cheves, down by Pico with Frederico
i answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
now the question i ask you is how bad you want to know?
