Little League White Pants… Thanks Mom.  I played a bunch of baseball growing up.  My Mom Patti was rocking the clean pants for my twice and sometimes 3 times a week games.  I had the most blazey white pants.  I remember the maybe once or twice when I showed up with some busted dull tan white  pants that would just look beat.  I still had game, no matter the pant cleanliness, but I had mad game when I looked good.  Yeah, I was a preening preteen with a penchant for having the ability to rock the uniform.  Cleats were always not just some super dope athletic shoe company type shit, but they would be the most shine taststic of the season.  My red patent leather Asic Tigers were the pinnacle of this, Champaign Post 24 Team, age 18.  Point of all this, or at least when I had put this in the memo, was that my mom rocked. She had this bottled pink laundry soap that she would get from a cleaning supply company, I think they supplied a hotel that she was a cleaning lady at when she first came across the stuff.  Well, that stuff would bring some shine to a pair of polyester white baseball pants.  Props Patricia Lynn Helmick.   This was just one of your awesome mom ways, there were countless goodness ma.

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Headband….

this is the name given to some weed.  I just heard someone talking about this weed called headband.  these same people had recently been talking about some weed called truth, not the truth…. just truth.  I like to think that people getting super high, are naming their cultivars super high names.

I was in the train station thursday night, and again tonight.  The thing about Chicago’s Union Station is it is the one place that my iphone has performed at a super fast speed, full bars, no drops, and the internet was blaze fast.  I was tasking away while waiting for my buddies train to come in, fully amazed at the iphone for the first time.  I have from the get go, loved the feel and design.  That is why I even have an iphone, silly to admit.   But yeah.   That was pretty cool, what was not, or in a way it actually was cool?  The 17 maybe homeless men that were sitting in the pews of the big room.  Those big long benches are super cool, and I have sat there several times back in the day, killing my 4 hour layover from my to and from college trips,  between Olympia and Champaign.  But thursday night was kinda tripped out, just the silence of such a big room, the feelings of just being warm and happy to sit.  It was like 6 out last night.  I wondered if the great waiting room was open 24 hours for the cold to warm.  I hope.  Bugged out was I, big public spaces at night are a sight to take in.  When the streets are still, those moments are nice to soak in.

Over my shoulder I see Serena takin on Justine Henin.  I might have to stop this Pete Rock cut off and check out some strong tennis.  Til I Retire is the Pete Rock song that is boomin out the speakers right about now.  I have a roomie for two more nights. Then back to the solo tip.  I should enjoy the extra feeling of mental space, that will be nice, but really I”m just happy to able to be loud.  I have this Peavy Amp, and life should be nice with distortion.  Even playing music loud at the moment without thinking of anyone being bothered by it, swellness.  It is a swellness that is actually contributed heavily to the fact that no one is living in the unit under me.  They moved out a couple weeks ago, a bullet came into the window molding of their living room window. Holding her baby, she explained that she would just never feel comfortable in that spot again.  I understand, they are a nice couple with their first kiddo, and now they are gone.  So the boom that has come into my apartment the past few weeks has been this new feeling of space.  And more space is at hand, but i’m gonna have to hustle for that extra grown folk rent.  Ah.. Mr. Lif is playing now, Head High.  All his jams are nice, just good smart hip hop.   The only thing wrong, is well… he is from Boston.  Ah, just kid.  And while i’m listing off the beats that are playing during this, Redman and Meth are droppin nice.

These are good peeps.

I”m one of those facebook junkie types…. I have issues, sharing issues.  But i’m not going to partake in the Doppelganger Facebook thing that has been going down lately.  It’s cool to see who people think they look like, or who people tell them they look like.  I’m keeping my current FB profile photo up, it’s cute i’m told.  But in the spirit of slight participation, here are a couple people that folks have said I look like.  I’m not proud of the Brad Daugherty, or the Sam Bowie.  Those are a couple hoop players that if your not my age or older, and not a B ball fan, you might not know them.  There have probably been told about more than these three folks, but this is all I can recall.  Bekka use to say I look like some drummer in Royal Trux, but… I don’t really did them, and won’t go looking for some past drummer.  But peep game, there is the bass player from the Meters, and peep it, I think I look like this cat.  A happier smilin’ version of me, maybe.  Like I said, it’s funny to see who people put up.

I really like their tunes.  I suggest peeping it if  your into some chilltime boogie.  Austin TX, I believe.

you might like the beeps.

Don’t fuck with Champaign Urbana on the rock tip.  Please.

Mark Baldwin, J Vance and Matt Filippo are steeleater.  Old school rock fella’s in a new project.  Castor, Love Cup, Tumler, The Mezzanines, and countless other bands have been a part of these guys past music dealios.  Love this, but don’t love the crumbs I’m finding in my keyboard, roomie is like cookie monster.  Oh well…..  Yeah, this is a crappy youtube post, but you really can’t touch this shit…. and the name steeleater, come on.

I spun the 12″ of this last Friday, and it was nice to hear it loud, and with a couple people dancing along.  Yep, I read Star Hits magazine back in 1984, and was a full on pop music kid, complete with red light bulb in my bedroom.  Duran Duran, I wanted to be the black guy in the band.  There was no black guy in Duran Duran, but that was kinda the point.  And though I loved the pop vibe back then, none of my friends knew how much I liked Duran Duran, they might have pegged me as someone who thought they might become a major league baseball player, and well… I actually did think that, pretty much until I was about 20. Funny.  So anyway, “two minutes later” ya’ll.

Stacy King and Neil Funk are super dope Chicago Bulls announcers.  They say funny shit sometimes.  Tonight after Tyrus Thomas blocked a Chris Camen shot into the stands, Stacey delivered a line I’d enjoyed before.  He always waits for the sweet slow motion reply, the one they play as they go into commercial usually.  And with perfect timing, Stacey says, “If your afraid….  go buy a dog”.  The go buy a dog part is shot out at the block is actually happening,  to great effect.  Ok, i’m gonna head back to my new favorite seating.  This crazy chair, I usually get my bulls games on while chillin on the couch.  But tonight, I’m rockin this chair, and its a bit closer to the fancy nice new tele, so the game is looking extra crispy.  The chair….