Yea, so i am not sorry for all the bullshit little posty things. I have been busy. It is called a job and life outside of the internet. Check it out. It is pretty rad.
So, not much really going on. Aside from a ridiculous week or two of work with a really unexpected client i have nothing to really comment on. Haven't really heard much in the line of awesome music nor have i been able to sit in my little hovel of a sound space and create anything worth sharing. This is the life of the overworked.
However, while slaving away I rediscovered some old hip hop that caught my attention back in the day. So that kept me smiling and busy. Kind of lol'ing at some of it and how terribly lame it actually was but some of it was pretty rad.
This little ditty has never left my regular rotation:
The snow is back today. Just in time for me to go on yet another field excursion. Which normally i do not mind. But i had some expectations to up hold this week to alot of women in my life and as always i just end up letting them all down. It's a wonder they have kept me in their lives when I just seem to always have to cancel 75% of the plans i make with them.
And sadly enough i have a very worried little commuter today due to the weather. I am sure she will be fine. Always the theatrics with that one.
I guess it is safe to say that i am a fair bit concerned about one of my siblings. He still hasn't realized that his career as an underground musician ended with the last bridge he burnt and the web of pathological lies he has spun.
It really sucks to get a call from an old friend in terms of my siblings bullshit.
Backstory: I used to goto high school and then after school my bands ended gigging with this guy's bands who also went on to own some rental rehearsal space. Well Sibling 'X' after deciding abnormally late in life that he too wanted his 15 minutes rented said space.
So, one night four years ago my phone rings, and it is friend. And in his jovial yet brutish manner asks me how to handle sibling? Point blank, no introductions no helol'ing and bullshitting. He just cut right to the chase. I asked what is up and the long and short of it is that he, sibling, owed a few months rent and somehow since his arrival in this space gear has slowly gone missing and sibling has shown up with more and more new gear of his own.
"Look, i ain't no Jimmy Durante" He says, i can only assume he meant some old cop character but missed the mark, but i got it..
"but i can put 2 and 3 together to make 6. I don't want to go too the cops for a alot of reasons, but we are old friends and i want your advice on how to handle this"
At first i thought he was cornering me and wanting me to make good my siblings debts so i offered x amount of $$$ , no sooner had i said that he belly laughed on the other end of the phone
"No you fucking idiot i don't want your money, i want you to just let me go ahead and engage in Prima Nocta!!! I already padlocked his rehearsal space and he can't get in to get at his stuff"
Prima Nocta??? WTF. Clearly he has all his little quips mixed up. Acid and Motley Crue will do this to your brain children.
"Oh" i said. Prior to clearing up the Prima Nocta reference. "Well if you feel you need to take some vigilante justice so be it " I have always felt if you make a bed for yourself you gotta lay in it. And i have slept in some pretty uncomfortable beds, let me tell you.
So a few days pass and the phone calls start from sibling with rants ranging from the van being stolen and work being horrendous and on and on it went. And that his "asshole" band mates want him to pay for the gear that was stolen and he really needed the money. Myself and my other brother let it ride for a few days to see how he was going to approach this. So finally before i had a chance to tell him i knew what was going he had broken into the space grabbed all his shit and he and his band moved to another province.
The phone call i received from my buddy was thoroughly unpleasant. I offered to pay for the damages but being the sort of chap that he is he declined and said there will come a day things will be forced into squaring up.
So... Now fast forward to today. I open my inbox and what do i see, a fistfull of emails from sibling and one from friend.
Turns out justice rides a slow mule and my brothers 'out of sight' out of mind policy he holds within himself doesn't work for others.
Here is a cut and paste.
"Hey, Whats up.
So your bro was in last night. Guess he is back in ton eh? Is he retarded. Did your mother kick him in the face when he was a bebe? He wnats to rent space. did he forget what he did? Does he think ALL of my brain has been fried? Fucking guy has aot of nerves.
I took care of it.
P.P. check ot the new project, your gunna luv it"
So now, my brothers email are just chain letters of ill formed thoughts and cursing not worthy of putting into posterity. But from what i can piece together is that justice has been served. And may possibly be served further until there is a zero balance.
"Man, i can't figure out what kind of fucking ghetto ass zero would put a fucking padlock thru my passengers side window, like what in the fuck??? Whatever happened to rocks or bricks"
I would say that is payment installment number one. More to follow i am sure.
I really gotta give sibling props for trying so hard and chasing that dream, but i hope he snaps out of his narcissistic self infatuation soon. My other brother has been keeping my updated on the Facebook shenanigans. I used to be so proud of him when he announced one of his shows or releasing a new song on itunes and having a hundred or so comments with as many 'likes' but now it's boiling down to one or two likes here and there. It is often said there is strength in numbers. But that most likely only applies to those that finished high school and can interpret numbers. HEYO!!!!!
He is slowly turning into that old scene guy i used to want to punch in the face when i was younger lad. I'd like to seem him choose a different direction.
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