empty out the iphone memo
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.
Something else, I saw this commercial for some stupid ass product, Can Tops. They were this flip seal thingys that you use to close you unfinished soda cans. Who doesn’t finish a can of anything. If your going to have a can of say, RC, and your dumb enough to even drink pop, well.. you should just finish your canned drink. Don’t buy some dumb shit to close a can. Anyway, in this commercial, they show this can of soda out at a picnic, and they they pan in, and there are ants crawling all over the cans and climbing into the cans. They say “Gross!” right when the camera hits the maximum zoom on the ants. Funny shit.
Yo… The Roots got stumped on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon. There was some actor dude who Jimmy was like “you sing right?”, and the guy says he does some Billy Joel, and Jimmy asked the roots to play New York State Of Mind by Billy Joel. Nothing happens, and the camera goes to Quest, then the band, and they are are just kinda stunned lookin’ and looking at each other. It’s not like ha ha, they got stumped, no.. It’s way amazing that they can play anything, like anything, and they play it well, and they just are the Roots. It was just a funny thing to see it happen, Fallon seemed stunned in amazement, and it played well on the tube. Push up you lighters, as they use to say.
Quickbooks just went gitmo. Thats some funny around work vibe. Sometimes words together just have to be shared, I was asked to email a “young writer”, Lilly Molly. Talking while spinning turns into email me or whatnot, and just the fact that the words lilly molly are there together is what that was about. How about this? Lilly Molly went gitmo quickbooks.
Not to ever go light with the word gitmo. But my homie and I had this practice space, with even another homie. We would make music that would have a certain bit of, break you down if your weak, kinda vibe to it. It was usually noticed by one of us, leaving the booming tunes to go down to the first floor and out to that car for something, I know more than a few times, I would come up the stairs, and you would hear crazy repeat repeat repeat boom, and usually some kind of shrilly live element that would just sound scary. Then as you get to the floor that the space was on, the third, the music would be just clear as day, out in the hall, down the call, the space would boom with all the music in the building, and often you would hear a bunch of stuff at once, we were there mostly late, super late often. So our tunes would run supreme. I would walk in the room, or someone would walk in on me, and the word gitmo would come up, as in “hey man? hey… You ok in here, this music is kinda gitmo”. We would then turn it town and assess.