LOST

Today seems like I got punched in the jaw 57 times, but only as a friend. But that's what happens when you visit the dentist and he yanks on your soul. But I digress. I own 5 seasons of LOST on DVD so I consider myself to be pretty steeped in its history and all the sub-plots and threads there incurred. Now comes the clincher, the thumbnail biting super-duper ending and I haven't watched it on live TV since season 1. It seems that it is a massive trending topic right now and I don't even have the slightest idea of what the hell is going on. So instead of boring you with the details here is my take on it. First, it's on TV so wait until it comes out on DVD. That's it. I lived to tell the tale and I watched it at my leisure and I am no worse for wear and my soul is intact. The panic that is ensuing is reminiscent of the season finale of "Seinfeld" (which I never watched) Complete freak outs combined with endless dribble on the Chez' Net Google machine. Even the tiny blogs I follow seem to be alive with talk of the sonofabitch Sawyer video. I love the show don't get me wrong but some people just seem to let trivial things rule their little lives. Not downing on most people but things that happen outside of the box are too important for me. I am constantly faced with way too much reality outside of the telly. Besides an oozing finger and a head full of emotional baggage which only lately seems to be invading my quiet little center of the universe (not by my own hand mind you) My cup is mad full, yo. If your world is quiet and quite void of drama I advise you to please,please,please do not invite this little fucking bastard of a gnome into your happy little home. It will prove your undoing, I promise you.....I leave you now drama free(I hope) and happy that my root has gone missing from my head hole. Enjoy the chips please.
the "Who needs drama in their life"sessions

My dad worked a shit ton when I was growing up and my mother did too so you can see why I got into alot of trouble as a young man. I picked up this album after being exposed to some serious shit as a teen with a full time job in a Sicilian restaurant aka drug front and a crazy discount on the now defunct Eastern Airlines. I flew to New York a lot and hung out in Queens with my cousins who engaged my every record store whim from Rock and Soul records to Fat Beats back in the day when vinyl was KING...Big Daddy Kane to me was a revelation, he was a pimp, a playa, a style coach and more importantly he taught me how to treat a woman...Years later I think back on the many lessons and hoped they would permeate me but alas how soon one forgets.. The album made a mockery of most other MC's out in the newly minted rap market. The white man had already sunk his teeth into many artists, but broke them on Kane's adamantium hide.

(this fucking stupid blog program fights me everyday so the type color is different only in this section excuse me as I push everything down a bit where it will turn red)

From beginning to end this album resonates with a power and a hunger which can't be felt on any new school rap cats out there. Certain expressions may sound dated but you will not be able to dissuade anything said on "Raw". As far as I'm concerned you bettah run cuz you can't hide. This shit set precedence.

Samantha Fox-UK-Singer slash Sonwriter slash Tits-Born 1966
Frankie Poullian-UK-Bassist-The Darkness-Born 1967
Ed O'Brien-UK-Guitarist slash Harmony Vocalist-Radiohead-Born 1968



now go and find me a better blog program that doesn't suck ass.....