It’s about 4:30 am, the time when i usually start thinking about crazy shit, and i decided that I wanted to write about something that’s been on my mind for a while–discretion…and privacy.

Tonight i was on that familiar mission–flyering. For those that are unaware, there are people who go to events, people who perform at events, and people who promote events–I just happen to wear all those hats sometimes. So tonight, with my promoter hat on, I left my house promptly at 12:45am, which should indicate my excitement level for flyering tonight, on a mission to pass out flyers.

I got to the spot and from across the street i hear people arguing; fuck this, fuck that, etc. The usual bullshit when you go to this kinda show.

so i’m here thinking about music and shit. drunk. as usual.

and it occurs to me that as an artist our entire struggle is to write something “great”. something that defines US. we struggle to come up with fly shit, angry shit, expressive shit, etc in hopes that the common muthafucka that gives a rats ass about art hears that shit and believes in it enough to believe in us, right?

If you have any time to go to the movies this holiday season, i would like to recommend seeing Milk, the new movie starring Sean Penn. It’s an independent movie, and will probably not be at the main movie theater, but trust me, it’s well worth seeking out.