I can feel the meds working now. At first, they used to block suicidal thoughts. Then they quelled the mania (making HELLA music at one time). Now, they're working at my desire to make music overall. This is, respectfully, the fault of my mother and father. In 2010, they insisted I be institutionalized. Mainly because of a suicide letter I posted on my blog. That in the eggshell, I understand. But I'm being asked to perform at the same level I was on before the medication.
Work through it.
I do a lot for my StarChasers. I don't think fighting the urge to REST should be a thing. Like, ever since I recorded "The Bipolar Sunshine", I haven't felt the urge to do SHIT. I HAVE been recording, producing and spinning, but... damn, bro. I did it all. D.I.A., to quote Cam.
I have every reason to be proud of myself.
My StarChasers love me, despite how they may look to the masses. The masses are embracing my StarChasers and the inhabitants of The Hamilton Quazar. The Hamilton Quazar is in HEAVY demand.
If I'm gonna continue, I MUST do things on my terms. Every era I ventured into, in 20 years, always came with resistance... until I carried it out. I ask that you TRUST my next direction, and KNOW that it comes with much meditation.
I recently recorded a new street tape. The title describes what I've been doing and making lately... GothicFeelgoodMusic. I'm also in a new crew, founded by my good friend Lou (Lou From Paradise, Scotty Demon, Flames Dean, etc.). We go by the name Stray Dogs. I'm the grown, war-vet dog. I love them, though. They are TALENTED, supportive and ...just overall real people.
Real niggas, if you will...
Columbine Gang is still pumpin'. 9th is prepping some Jamla releases, ALC is conquering the world, Green Lantern is dooinit in real time, DOOM is haunting folks... all my peoples is okay. Pardon the Ebonics.
I guess Daft is okay. I have them posted on the studio walls in my apartment. Same with DOOM, Incubus, Sonic, Tails, Robotnik and Eminem. I think I spend more time with OUR children than Im able to admit to. We have some blessed children, y'all...
Davina gets herself into shit that I can't handle, and Mystic can't handle the shit she got herself into. But they're both okay. Shouts to Pete Rock and DJ Premier.
Pills kicking in. See y'all in the morning.
