Friday, October 31, 2008
#14
Who Needs Drugs When There's Music
To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my thing constantly with no worries
To keep me flowing and keep me going
And keep me growing
Like there's something new out that got me in the zone
Just that feeling got me
I wish music could adopt me
Taking away your worries and cares
Any problems music will be right there
Together match, yo we a perfect pair
One fly tune to have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, probably all night
It's just the sensation
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
And music makes the clouds go by baby
Your music keeps my tears inside my eyes
Music is my heart and soul
More precious than gold
Happiness today is just a song away
I love your music, baby
- "Just Like Music," Marvin Gaye
To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my thing constantly with no worries
To keep me flowing and keep me going
And keep me growing
Like there's something new out that got me in the zone
Just that feeling got me
I wish music could adopt me
Taking away your worries and cares
Any problems music will be right there
Together match, yo we a perfect pair
One fly tune to have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, probably all night
It's just the sensation
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
And music makes the clouds go by baby
Your music keeps my tears inside my eyes
Music is my heart and soul
More precious than gold
Happiness today is just a song away
I love your music, baby
- "Just Like Music," Marvin Gaye
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
#12
three six mafia: downgrading the purpose of music
After a hustlin' hard or go home type of a week, I was dancing in antsy anticipation for Shoctoberfest, only one of the biggest concerts on campus! This year, it was featuring Matt Costas and headlining 3 Six Mafia. Neither really interested me, but I was just excited to see all the crazy Asian kids at Irvine get buck.
Friday afternoon, I was about 40 minutes early to get my wristband (a mandatory ticket to entrance for the event). Before hitting the Mesa Bridge, I noticed one of the Face Aids posters was asque so I slowed down to fix it. I started walking towards Bren Events Center and was asked by a nearby walking stranger where the Bren Event Center was. I told her I was on my way to that place and "are you getting a wristband too?!" We shared some small talk about the craziness of the Shococterbest. I learned she was a freshman and I got a bit jealous. Grrr. Haha.
When we approached it, I took in a "Hells no, is it really THAT long" kind of glance. It snaked through about 300 or so people, and we reluctantly got in back of the line, avoiding the temptation to cut in line with one of my friends who I found was a bit ahead of the line.
Fast forward about 1 hr. And I just had a "fuck it" kind of attitude and went over to one of my friends saying "Omygoodness. I have stories for you" (I didn't really). It turned out though that I got the third to last ticket while my friend got the LAST ticket.
On receiving the last ticket, my friend goes:
"I don't want this kind of luck.. I want to win the lottery."
Haha. My new friend, Eileen, got a standby ticket. How dramatic was that. I heard a few bitter remarks that made me giggle: "You know what?! I don't even like three six mafia" (who does?)
When the night sky spread across the sky and my entourage of ten was huddled nicely in line with smelly, drunken fools, we rushed to get some seats near the stage. Matt Costas did an "okay" performance. Not really the type of music I listen too, but it was the kind of soothing medley with a guitar you'd much more appreciate in a small club, rather than the arena of Bren Events Center.
Three Six Mafia came out and all havoc was released. Not the good kind of havoc that you love to swim in like Rock the Bells-esque, but the kind where you go "What am I doing?" The first thirty minutes consists of "throwing your hands in the air" and yelling some sort of chant that goes "Fuck it!" (repeat 3x) or even the "I say dumb ass" you say "bitch"
3 six mafia: "Dumb ass"
crowd: "Bitch!"
me thinking: What's going on?
I gave them a couple songs to redeem themselves, but this particular outburst basically made me lose all hope in the outcome of the night:
3 six mafia: "Make some nosie if y'all have sex without condoms!"
Crowd: Noise
Wow. Ok. Let me just take a moment to absorb this: it's one thing to shout about weed everyday, but to promote AIDS? Maybe it's because I was fixing the Face AIDS posters I saw asque before the bridge.. but if this is the message people are hearing who could in turn, affectively change the world.. And you have them screaming "dumb ass bitch"? Shocktoberfest, all right. I can't believe I'm actually standing up to this piece of music.
Turns out I wasn't the only one who wasn't enjoying myself. K-Town, Britney, and I headed back to Norte. Aida learned I left and told me "I thought you were black?" And I responded: "If being black consists of yelling "dumb ass bitch" I guess I'm not."
Gangster music in its most organic form should talk about struggling hard, being the best, and no matter what: no situation can bring you down. No gunshot. No hood. Can tear you down.
And yet- here it is degrading woman, promoting unprotected sex.
Adios, mothapucka, I'm going to places. And it won't be listening to this kind of downgraded music.
P.S. this is what organic gangsta music is. And yeah, they can't even touch it:
After a hustlin' hard or go home type of a week, I was dancing in antsy anticipation for Shoctoberfest, only one of the biggest concerts on campus! This year, it was featuring Matt Costas and headlining 3 Six Mafia. Neither really interested me, but I was just excited to see all the crazy Asian kids at Irvine get buck.
Friday afternoon, I was about 40 minutes early to get my wristband (a mandatory ticket to entrance for the event). Before hitting the Mesa Bridge, I noticed one of the Face Aids posters was asque so I slowed down to fix it. I started walking towards Bren Events Center and was asked by a nearby walking stranger where the Bren Event Center was. I told her I was on my way to that place and "are you getting a wristband too?!" We shared some small talk about the craziness of the Shococterbest. I learned she was a freshman and I got a bit jealous. Grrr. Haha.
When we approached it, I took in a "Hells no, is it really THAT long" kind of glance. It snaked through about 300 or so people, and we reluctantly got in back of the line, avoiding the temptation to cut in line with one of my friends who I found was a bit ahead of the line.
Fast forward about 1 hr. And I just had a "fuck it" kind of attitude and went over to one of my friends saying "Omygoodness. I have stories for you" (I didn't really). It turned out though that I got the third to last ticket while my friend got the LAST ticket.
On receiving the last ticket, my friend goes:
"I don't want this kind of luck.. I want to win the lottery."
Haha. My new friend, Eileen, got a standby ticket. How dramatic was that. I heard a few bitter remarks that made me giggle: "You know what?! I don't even like three six mafia" (who does?)
When the night sky spread across the sky and my entourage of ten was huddled nicely in line with smelly, drunken fools, we rushed to get some seats near the stage. Matt Costas did an "okay" performance. Not really the type of music I listen too, but it was the kind of soothing medley with a guitar you'd much more appreciate in a small club, rather than the arena of Bren Events Center.
Three Six Mafia came out and all havoc was released. Not the good kind of havoc that you love to swim in like Rock the Bells-esque, but the kind where you go "What am I doing?" The first thirty minutes consists of "throwing your hands in the air" and yelling some sort of chant that goes "Fuck it!" (repeat 3x) or even the "I say dumb ass" you say "bitch"
3 six mafia: "Dumb ass"
crowd: "Bitch!"
me thinking: What's going on?
I gave them a couple songs to redeem themselves, but this particular outburst basically made me lose all hope in the outcome of the night:
3 six mafia: "Make some nosie if y'all have sex without condoms!"
Crowd: Noise
Wow. Ok. Let me just take a moment to absorb this: it's one thing to shout about weed everyday, but to promote AIDS? Maybe it's because I was fixing the Face AIDS posters I saw asque before the bridge.. but if this is the message people are hearing who could in turn, affectively change the world.. And you have them screaming "dumb ass bitch"? Shocktoberfest, all right. I can't believe I'm actually standing up to this piece of music.
Turns out I wasn't the only one who wasn't enjoying myself. K-Town, Britney, and I headed back to Norte. Aida learned I left and told me "I thought you were black?" And I responded: "If being black consists of yelling "dumb ass bitch" I guess I'm not."
Gangster music in its most organic form should talk about struggling hard, being the best, and no matter what: no situation can bring you down. No gunshot. No hood. Can tear you down.
And yet- here it is degrading woman, promoting unprotected sex.
Adios, mothapucka, I'm going to places. And it won't be listening to this kind of downgraded music.
P.S. this is what organic gangsta music is. And yeah, they can't even touch it:
#11
If your loving what you do, your not gonna work a single day in your life
I took a recent trip to Brandywine with my homegirl, A Game, and I had a deja vu of so many 818 lunches as a Anteater freshman, not so long ago! Before I could really get reminiscient about the transition from the 24/7 having fun freshman me to the I'm-here-for-a-reason-let-me-party-at-the-libary sophomore, I noticed how they rearranged the setup of all the deserts. And most importantly, there were no bananas! Blasphemy!
I complained via to one of the workers, but they just directed my question as a "situation you need to take with manager." I couldn't find the manager so my ill rant wasn't heard. Plus, I also got distracted with some chicken fajitas.. so needless to say I didn't have a talk with the manager.
Aida got some nice looking tostadas, and she told me how while she was waiting to get served by the cook in his station he made some small talk:
Cook: "Hello there." (Gets tostada ready on grill)
A Game: "Hi." (Hungrily looking at the Mexican food)
Cook: "How was your day?"
A Game: "Oh, it was good. How about yours"
Cook: "It was pretty slow.. but I'm doing what I love.. cooking" (big smile)
Some notes I'd like to add: this was a 40-something-years-old looking man, and like he said it was a "slow" day at Brandywine. So whenever he wasn't cooking he would just be staring off at the window.
After A Game gave a quick rundown of the "funny story," I got all emotional and she asked if I was ok. I just thought: How precious is that, this filipino nearly middle age man is doing what he loves. I turned around and there he was making a tostada with a big smile.
"Doing what he loves." So all in all.
Story of the day in a nutshell: Even if situations around you change, whether it be time or things that turn out to not always be there (bananas, I miss you), as long as your doing what makes you smile in the mist of a slow day, you'll be happy in the end.
I took a recent trip to Brandywine with my homegirl, A Game, and I had a deja vu of so many 818 lunches as a Anteater freshman, not so long ago! Before I could really get reminiscient about the transition from the 24/7 having fun freshman me to the I'm-here-for-a-reason-let-me-party-at-the-libary sophomore, I noticed how they rearranged the setup of all the deserts. And most importantly, there were no bananas! Blasphemy!
I complained via to one of the workers, but they just directed my question as a "situation you need to take with manager." I couldn't find the manager so my ill rant wasn't heard. Plus, I also got distracted with some chicken fajitas.. so needless to say I didn't have a talk with the manager.
Aida got some nice looking tostadas, and she told me how while she was waiting to get served by the cook in his station he made some small talk:
Cook: "Hello there." (Gets tostada ready on grill)
A Game: "Hi." (Hungrily looking at the Mexican food)
Cook: "How was your day?"
A Game: "Oh, it was good. How about yours"
Cook: "It was pretty slow.. but I'm doing what I love.. cooking" (big smile)
Some notes I'd like to add: this was a 40-something-years-old looking man, and like he said it was a "slow" day at Brandywine. So whenever he wasn't cooking he would just be staring off at the window.
After A Game gave a quick rundown of the "funny story," I got all emotional and she asked if I was ok. I just thought: How precious is that, this filipino nearly middle age man is doing what he loves. I turned around and there he was making a tostada with a big smile.
"Doing what he loves." So all in all.
Story of the day in a nutshell: Even if situations around you change, whether it be time or things that turn out to not always be there (bananas, I miss you), as long as your doing what makes you smile in the mist of a slow day, you'll be happy in the end.
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