LIVE FROM MEMPHIS

i've been out of memphis for a week now with a week to go and who woulda thought i'd be missing it so bad.  it's not just my studio, but the coffee shop across the street and damnit if i didn't miss all the snow.

i must apologize to my avid fans (my mother, my aunt, and apparently some guy in minneapolis called josh) for being remiss in my duties as a blogger.  it's not something that i'm used to, this writing thing.

i dropped my computer on the floor.  it still goes, it's just that i can't see where it's gone.  i've had to drag an external monitor up to the coffee shop to write this, so i hope the effort is recognized.  send me some cookies or frozen chili.

we're hustlin.  all day.  every day.  now we're not slinging chopped and screwed mixtapes or zebra print rugs, but this is a hustle no less.  our product is a scene.  it's a sense of community and activity and most importantly, inclusion.

I don't go out even a tenth of how often i should.  It's the only job that I have, and yet I find that the space that my ladyfriend and I have created, with all our toys and tools, is my favorite place to be.  I say it's the only job I have because it's a fact that in our little art world, if you want people come see your shit, then you have to go see theirs. For me, that makes the times when I do manage to wrangle myself from my space and my toys kinda special, and i want to get out and see as much as I can of what other folks are doing.

it's been a long time since i've written anything but press releases and other things to hype what my friends or i are doing.  i don't really even know where to begin...what to write about.  i am hesitant to write reviews of the stuff i see because i don't want to be a hater and i really don't like much.  so...