http://rapidshare.com/files/114969350/Plastic_Pete-_April_Freebies.zip Since I feel kind and generous like the closers on any AL team these days, here are some free beats. (click the picture to DL)
The Loosies. if you want the shit elongated (PAUSE) holla at fujimoto.keith@gmail.com.
First caller, first user.
All I ask is you spread the word of Plastic Pete/Coincidence/Huh What and Where Recordings. I'd love to hear the finished track too.
if you haven't already died laughing to it, peep the infamous Brian Scalabrine LBJ diss song.
Exercise/Blockbuster Time/Run Around With the Dog.
Read for an hour. Latest: Outrageous by Charles Barkley.
Lunch.
Dig Through Mp3's & Records/Build with other lazy fucks who happen to make beats.
Beer? Bowls!!!
Random Errands/Writer Session/WTF I'm Doing with Life Moment.
Dinner along with show surfing between the NBA Playoffs/Dancing With the Stars (my moms)/Survivorman/Rob & Big.
NBA 2k8 or MLB 2k8.
Beats, Rhymes & Bullshit. AIM.
day over.
recently rented movies/tv shows:
There Will Be Blood: A Southland Tales: D+ Lars and the Real Girl: B Undeclared Season 1: B+ Martin Season 1: A+ Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations Season 3: B+
tune in to dublab radio tomorrow from 5-8. you'll hear me nervous as shit trying to pick the right records for ears to orgasm over. swass, mochi & co.fee from MHD will be joining me.
new disc "Rugged Like Mr. Mason" available by Wed.
Rick Fox, Dana Barros & Dino Radja. That's what the bold, battle-tested Celtic fans were left with at the early part of the 1990's. Though you probably remember fellow Croatian Toni Kukoc more (and rightfully so), Dino Radja had a stint in Boston that was far short of mediocre. Whether it's being part of the All-NBA Rookie Second Team or making it to playoffs in the 1994-1995 season, dude was a consistent 16 buckets, 8 boards type of player. Too bad he failed the physical that would have sent Baby Charles (Clarence Weatherspoon) to Bean town.
if you're at UCR on Friday, check out the Huh What Where Recordings/Aloof Clothing stand. there will be limited beat cds for sale & a shitload of $.50/$1/$2 vinyl.
Stuck with this one track mind/searching desperately for all that I cannot find. Feeling a necessity to press pause when the button's jammed shut/A vertically challenged robot, only wanting to move up.
Into the upper-echelon and heavenly populated skies/fronting with a gleaming smile as my personality dies/because, too much is taken for granted/ when my life hasn't even been forecasted.
Can't keep up the pace of normality/feeling like I'm trapped in a bottle filled with fallacy. Then an epidemic strikes my body through these tedious tasks/so much I can't recognize the beauty when its right in my grasp.
WRITER'S BLOCK
Pigeonholed as inadequate, forced to find a catalyst/ Moving in stealth sequence to dilute all I'm in battle with. As soon as my psyche psyches out this lost residence/ Remnants of faith will guide my hand to the precedent. But now I shall progress with closed eyes to murky waters/ Standing tip-toed, crossed fingers, waiting for it to prosper. Because hidden in the shadows of stormy weather and heavy tears/ Are those flashbacks of raised fists; where it all disappears. For every page differs in the concept book of triumph/ The precious ink wills to bleed relentlessly until you let it dry up.