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.