HEAVENBOUND

this is dedicated to those taken by the hurricane.

Basin Street Blues Kid Koala

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i once worked on a ‘dj cooking show’ with a partner and we had the privilege of getting hooked up with an interview with kid koala and amon tobin by my buddy matt (england) in ninjatune last time they were here. that was rad! we interviewed kid koala on his tour diet and what he grubbed on back home in canada. we were totally blown away with the recipe of his most favorite dish…’CAP’N CRUNCH CHICKEN!!!’ yea, crumble up some cap’n crunch cereal and use that shit to bread the bird and voila!!

i smoked spliffs with amon tobin and geeked out after the show.

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mark: ‘thanks so much for pulling that off, man…i owe you one.’

kirk: ‘here take it, come on…let me give you gas money at least.’

matt: ‘i would love to help you out on anything.’

lindsay: ‘yea, let me do sound!’

aleks: ‘i’d love to work with you.’

marco: ‘good people.’

jenny: ‘let’s pull together and organize’

joe: ‘we started already!’

brian: ‘it’s still all up in the air, but let me know how i can help.’

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this weekend was a doozer. last friday, i snuck into the editing studio and finished remixing the footage for the horror short we’re working on. i made it all artsy and graphic with suggestive violence without ever showing any. i think i did it! i’ve decided the film-remix should also change the audio to russian voice over. it’s so killer! it just sounds and looks straight up from somewhere else…like mentally. it’s fucking demented! lol! no pun intended.

around 10ish, a buddy came through, bryant anh. we ended up checking the scene and decided to visit jenny spin at shadow lounge since i needed to go to cat club and speak with the security manager over about filing a police report regarding the stolen cam. when we got to cat club, it was odd.

at first, he was evasive, then defensive. so, i mentioned to him that i came to check on whether he had already filed a report so that i can match mine up with his…for ‘insurance purposes.’ he eased up after that. i wasn’t trying to blame his club or employees, i simply said, ‘the cam is gone…i have to raise money’ instead of like, ‘you fucking asshole! give me my camera! or i’ll sue your fucking club!’…i was like, ‘…ok, next…we’re gonna put together a benefit show to raise money for the camera…but we decided to donate all of the money for the disaster relief. he readily offered up. so, we have one venue. he invited us in and got me and bryant wasted. how political! lol =D we were the only dudes there. it was handsome ladies night!!!

i met a handsome lady outside in the smokespot. we got a talking about poetry and she attributed ralph waldo emerson for a poem about success in life and told me to look it up cuz she couldn’t remember the whole thing. what she did utter made me look into it. she said, ’success…is to win the love of small children…and false friends.’

i found the poem. but, it wasn’t ralph waldo emerson. it’s commonly mistaken that he wrote it, but it’s not in any of his works. the original writer was bessie stanley. here it is:

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

— inaccurately attributed to
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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i seem to have been bit by the inspiration/motivation/perspiration/doggiestyle bug…