I Woke Up Early On My Born Day…

“I’m eighteen years of blessing / The essence of adolescence leaves my body now I’m fresh in / My physical frame is celebrated ’cause I made it…”

Not quite twenty today, but eighteen.
Today marks an interesting day in my life, and normally, I’m not one to go and post all my personal life up for the world to know, and I’m sure there aren’t many interested, but what the hell.
I was born six months early, and weighed 1 pound and six ounces. In pictures, I fit in the palm of people’s hand. Doctors did some experimental surgery that was brand new…and it worked. My life’s been somewhat of a miracle in that sense, though religion is a touchy subject for me.
Me and my dad don’t get along very well. We have arguments all the time. Nothing physical, as I’d know despite his age, he’d still be able to kick my ass blindfolded.
The girls are starting to get crazier and crazier. I gotta watch what I’m doing and I can’t fuck up too many more times before it all comes to a crash.
Music is becoming more and more important in my life, both as a means to escape whatever, and I’m thinking of finding an internship asap and get myself involved in the culture and see what I can do with it. To be honest, everyone always asks what I’m going to school for, and I always say “I’m not sure what I want to study”, which is true…except I think more and more each day that a music direction is for me. Not a music output (hell nahhhhh), but involved in some way.
It’s just crazy, feeling that I can finally escape and live by myself and get the hell out of this town where I’m at…with a population that’s 95% white, and the only thing we got going for us is the beach five minutes from my house. (Who’s jealous?)
I can’t wait for college, I’m ready to go and be an adult and all that good stuff.
No more immature shit. You know what I’m talking about.

(Also, this is gonna be posted on February 24th, with my birthday in the AM. No way I’m getting my ass up and posting this before I go to school at 7:00 tomorrow.)
Stay tuned, this blog has bigger and better things planned. I’ve been writing a lot lately, hopefully you’ll see some of what my mind’s come up with. Thanks, if anyone’s reading.
I found this site yesterday, and if none of you have seen it, you need to:
Stuff White People Like
If it weren’t so damn hilarious (and mostly true), I’d be offended.

Lookin’ For The Perfect Beat

Quite possibly the most important aspect of hip-hop is the ability to find and then sample stuff that’s so obscure and great, you’re one of the only eight people to even own the record, and the only one to actually use it on a song of your own.

I’m doing a mentorship/internship (almost) type of deal at a local radio station, hoping to learn more about it, and possible make it a career. Although this is not that specific station, the walls are just as stacked. Producers such as Madlib and Dilla make their careers out of finding obscure shit and makin’ it dope.
In honor of today, the two year anniversary of Dilla’s death, I’m presenting something that I hope none of you have:
‘Donuts‘ sample montage
‘The Shining‘ sample montage.

RIP Dilla, you’re always missed.

Also, if you think you’ve got skills, go over to I Hook A Beat Up and show those skills off.
We give you a sample, you flip it. New sample each week; head on over!