Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Almighty Metaphor

Art shouldn't be done because you want a reaction or praise from society. Art is something you do because an unknown entity within made you do it. I believe the best art comes from whim. The works that have no meaning and were completely spur of the moment... but every other individual who stares at it sees a hidden spark. Political agenda, sexuality, and freedom when really it's just a picture of pancakes.

A socialistic take on Obama's economic downfalls... or a pancake on Obama's head? You be the judge.
Because art is slowly becoming a huge room filled with snarky political activists who compete by developing their own take on the world's greatest metaphor. The more sociopolitical the better. As long as it makes the next passerby feel smart because they believe they are on the artist's level and can comprehend the piece.

That last paragraph was "art".



Death Grips
Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech
Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call out, YAH!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Fake-Ray-Ban Wearing, Duck-Face-Having, Digital Cover-Boy

Oh Joy! Look what I found! Turns out I'm one of the digital cover-boys for the University of New England's Communications Department!

Where the hell was my talent release form? I demand royalties goddammit! Nah, just kidding, I haven't gone Hollywood yet.

This fake-Ray-Ban wearing, duck-face-having picture of me says otherwise.
Too bad I haven't even needed my degree since I graduated in May. Oh, and they could have convinced me to produce this video for free if they offered me some college credit while I was attending school there. Their loss.

But otherwise, awesome people. Loved the department.

Only issue is I still don't have my degree and I won't receive it until I pay them the $5,000+ they say I still owe them. Maybe UNE can eliminate it if I produce some extra stuff for this YouTube page. You have my phone number/e-mail address/social security number UNE so get at me.

A rant about my debt/possible audit and lackluster trade-off coming to a blog real soon.

"Just in Case"
I don't wanna be your just in case boy
I don't wanna be your just in case
Oh no.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Wholesome Fun on a Boring Day

Pretty pumped right now. My remix of 2Pac's Better Dayz and Under The Bridge by the Red Hot Chili Peppers that I posted over 2 years ago just hit the 75,000 views mark on YouTube. I don't know why I feel accomplished, I'm basically riding these artists' coattails to recognition.

I love editing videos just for the fun of it. It's a breath of fresh air after being stuck at a desk editing professionally. I just wish some of my other videos would take off like the 2Pac/RHCP mix. That one isn't even close to being my favorite work. I hardly had any idea what I was doing at the time. And my next most viewed video is "Brushing Teeth With Barney" at 31,188 views, and that's a video I'm not proud of at all. Just wholesome fun on a boring day.


Middle Class Rut
"I Guess You Could Say"
I came into this world as nothing,
I ain't gonna leave that way.
So when my hands remain tied,
There's only me to blame

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Let's Talk Twilight

I guess I should use some of this space to rant about the Twilight series since that new one is coming out soon. The sad thing is, this will be my most read post just because I put "Twilight" in the title ... so hello ladies.

I would love it if someone could successfully explain to me this "sexy vampire" phenomenon. I just can't get behind this portrayal. When I hear the word vampire, all I can think about is the Bela Lugosi-inspired Dracula yelling "I vant to suck you blud!" Not pale-faced, brain-dead young adults that act by doing less.

And werewolves have completely changed my thought process on the way girls think. I use to believe that werewolves were the epitome of everything a female usually doesn't want in a guy: Uncontrollably hairy, slobbering, unbelievably smelly, howls at inappropriate times, and is a complete furry asshole.
The true werewolf... Yummy.
But hey, whatever tickles your fancy I guess. All the films have gotten mediocre-to-terrible reviews so I've always remained a decent distance away. And I'm sure the novels are interesting... but I'd rather play solitaire on the crapper instead of using that time to read a few romantic-fantasy novels.
Gotta hold onto that Man Card, ya know?
If this new film gets decently reviewed, maybe I'll dip my toes into the waters of lake sexy-vampire. Even though I will always hold a grudge against the films for giving America a raging vamp-boner (ew). This onslaught of vampire films has put zombies and wizards to shame. There have been some hits but sadly there have been waaaay more misses. But to simplify this whole paragraph into one fine point: Please cancel Vampire Diaries. What a waste of a time slot.

So in conclusion, vampires and werewolves are here to stay until the final Twilight film gets squeezed through our already full mouths... Or until vikings become sexy.
...I give it a year.

Frank Ocean
Sink full of dishes pacin' in the kitchen, cocaine for breakfast, yikes
Bed full of women, flip on a tripod, little red light on shootin'
I'm feelin' like Stanley Kubrick, this is some visionary shit
Been tryna film pleasure with my eyes wide shut but it keeps on movin'

Monday, November 7, 2011

Fruit Basket

Wow, it's been quite a while since I've written anything. Reason being I've been beyond busy. I just wrapped with a show that'll be airing on NBC, which I'm not really allowed to talk about. I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to post that last sentence. Shucks, I'm going to have to start reading these rapidly signed confidentiality agreements with more examination.

But since the only thing fresh on my mind is the shoot, I might as well release a poem that I have saved on my computer.
"What? The kid makes poetry?! What a fruit basket!"
Whatever, I'm not ashamed. It's always been a way for me to vent while making good use of the unique emotions. And it prevents an uncreative and pointless Facebook status consisting of whines. I'd rather keep my "wah's" to myself but I might as well flaunt some expired ones.

The price one pays for fun:
Subtract the cash and thoughts of succeeding
Add bodily issues and love life fleeting
Lost valuables, stacked receipts
Liver barely functions; admitting defeat
Some teases, diseases, and wondering who she is
As you look away from the clock; completely resist
Stumbling as you head to the bathroom
Burning piss as your aching head booms
Committing to vomiting and in need of showering
Only thing stopping you is your body which is throbbing
Trying to remember but it makes absolutely no sense
Lying in bed shaking even though the heat is intense

Looking around a packed table; your friends enjoying themselves massively
That's when you realize that you completely love this shameful tragedy.


Childish Gambino
In Adidas, with some short shorts, B-O-O all over me
My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery
This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kogi beef
My dick is like an accent mark, it’s all about the over-E's