Not Mike, no not Micheal Jackson?  I have become one of the jaded, ex Micheal people, and there was decent reason to be….not fully behind the fella.  Freaky reactions to the rigors of child super sensation has to be kinda hard, and simply put.. fucked up.  Every since he took Brook Shields and Emanuel Lewis out on the same date, the jury has been out, and the allegations…. I have feeling were somewhat true, thats tough, its hard to let a hero fall in your mind, and thats what happened with Mike and me.  I have had many a dances with my Mom and brothers, chill style in our living rooms of the past, with Off The Wall, and Thriller (though my Moms love for his music might have been over with Thriller) blasting out of the system, and thanks to this fucked up Ex of my Mothers whose name was Hence, well…. Hence had a boomin’ system, complete with reel to reel, and cable radio!  Things fell off for me with Bad.  Would sound decent now for some reason, ok… because Micheal just died, but really, nothing can touch Off The Wall.  I’m going to listen to the whole thing tomorrow after work, why wait until tomorrow?  Its 12:50am right about now, so for building respect, i’ll wait until I can bump proper.  This might be the most cruel thing ever, but I think something good will come out of his death at the age of 50, we can always remember the bad, but the good always seems to last longer in history, sure everything ever said about the guy will come up when he is brought up, the good and the bad.  I”m going to remember him not only for all things OFF THE WALL, but i’m going to have that little kid giggle talk he has with Paul in The Girl Is Mine…. I mean come on, “We all know, that people are the same wherever you you… There is good and bad… in every one….. if we learn to live…”  Yeah, different song I know, but what?  You gonna hate on Ebony and Ivory?

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Everyone just slow down a bit with the complaints about the heat.  Yeah, it is 82 already, not even noon, but really?  Just think back to two weeks ago.  I spun some tunes outside one evening and it was like just 50, with even colder mist in the air.  “Where is Summer?” was the battle cry, and well… its here.  I obviously feel it, but geez, at least were not wearing a coat out in this stuff, like my dog Poppy.  Our walks are a bit shorter when it not late night, or early eve, he is glued to the floor right now, not really moving.  It is his play dead trick, but not on command, more out of neccesity.  So yeah, go out and have a great summer day, feel the heat, and enjoy the sun down coolness that should just be hours away.  Oh wait, I forgot us folks here in Chicago don’t get that eve cool down, now wait… I’m thinking I might not enjoy this heat for several months strait. Ha! I kid, lets rock it summer style.

He is also hot

churple churple, peep these from Lyle Hodges. Computer Trip!  put it on 10.  Thunderfang

I’m not going to go into all the super dope shit Lyle has been a part of, and who he has influenced, but the point of this is for you to peep the goodness coming to your ears from the island of Manhattan, via the dope water supplies of Champaign Illinois, thats how we do, don’t sleep on Bless You, this is a cut I like a lot, back to basics kinda like some liquerette song from the past.  You can peep Lyle’s writings, videos, and other tid bits at his blog site lyleluvit

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tweet, there is a rabit over me....

Now I kind of like this.   Don’t tell Tara at Sprout, she’d give me shit, because I was riding her pretty hard about picking up this line.  I thought they were a bit too sweet, you know?  Lacking substance or some high minded bull like that…..  Now I’m thinking they are bizarre, and that’s whey we have them.  Bizarre has a place.

How did people get so… seperated?  Lots of love around wth people and their people, but sometimes, the others, those outside of ones usual group of friends and family, those peeps get poo’d on.  Games about how to get over, exposed ugly.  Who are these people with all of the resources of disgust?   Those trappings that tell the world that you are not like them, your broke, they roll.  I think i might be letting something go here on this small grouping of words, something that might have germinated from an interaction with a full coater.  She didn’t actually have a fur coat on at all, it was storming, and humid, near 85 degrees.  So yeah, no coat, but if it were cold, like January in Chicago, that raisin ass bitch would be wearing a full leanth for sure, and I would have had my evil radar flash from the distant view of cuchie face in fur.  Yep, it just went there, and well…. I feel better.  The best of Jimi Hendrix side 3.  Lovely.