There’s an X-Ecutioners show tonight featuring Sadat-X I’m finna hit up then after check out Alice’s Home Base event at Bob’s, finally! I gottah make sure to stay away from that Sugar Cafe. The red velvet cheesecake is ridiculous.

I have to say congratulations to Lizzy Allen for a successful first time event at Platform NYC in Bronx last night. It was actually really cool to be able to walk to an event for once and be back home at a reasonable hour. Lizzy is officially one of those people that makes things happen. I’m surely proud of her and will continue to support her movements thoroughly. www.myspace.com/emaphotography

Now here’s a random tune for you, if you’re listening…

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Gif asked me to write a couple verses for this song he was working on earlier in the year called Behind These Doors. I think My direction was a little far off from what he was looking to do as our method for delivering stories told were absurdly different. But no worries. You can still hear this and perhaps one day I’ll record the second verse I wrote about the Jazz singer/musician.

verse one

my mind’s like choose your own adventure,
dead uh winter rockin speedo shorts,
life’s uh game sorta like water sports,
fyi they label me the crazy guy,
he be sleep walkin crazy high
like lucy with some diamonds in the sky was
just a picture drawn by a legendary
song writer’s son, i invite her in.. she’s homely
and she has no friends… i clean up well
actually, happily she’s much obliged,
warm greetings when she arrives…
i got an Anthony Robbins smile,
i am not your average kinda guy
savage by design.. she came by to watch some
flicks and have a little wine
i had something quiet different
brewin behind my eyes
so many picture…s
she looked up at the shrine and gasped
I came up from behind
and shived her in the spine…alas…
another willing specimen tagged
nother skull for my duffel bag
i am a monster,  monster, monster, monster

verse two

jazz singer trumpet, dreamer
was nice till i lost my finger
loss my eager, now i hit veins in vein
i easily catch fever, catch contacts
from more then refer man, in tune with
notes, old school i hit the ether man
the peepers scan the room
and i see ghost,what was once my life in
liner notes… the finer quotes
from a retro sober state..
before all the whores and grammy plates..
i upped the ante with planned mistakes off keyed ventures
summer time blues, far removed from warm red suns of winter
sun ra has entered, thelonious moments
alice in a wonderful coltrane wonderland
miles would be pleased by my pain, understand
i am just a man
the music is the hand that molds things controls thing
i wound’t switch those roles for anything
i regret nothin
last breath i wept
from the joy employed by my inner being
who’d have known that in the true clutches of death, that life i’d be seein
final magnum opus the never to be heard musical narcotic epiphany