In short is you don’t know who is RJD2, please get to know him if you dig fresh shit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GP3o-tN9G4

So, I am at Blockheads blog, really dig that blog, not to much of a preteingious point to it. A hopefully fan base to probably push a novel as sir 50 cent. But, its really nice with snipetts of just shit. But, occasionally he gives way to the ears a oppurtunity for really great freaking music. Which in this case is a few movies also.

But most important a punki-badass band, who are they…

Beat the Devil’s Shilpa Ray is a petite powerhouse, roaring and moaning about love, horror and Solomon Grundy in a raw, bluesy alto while pumping atmospheric chords on a harmonium. –The New York Times

Shilpa Ray—let’s call her what she is, New York City’s best frontperson—has added theremin to her harmonium playing, and her vocals remain a killing weapon, a portal to generations of blues singers howling from beyond the grave. — Time Out NY

Beat the Devil is an experience, and from the very first song of their set I was enthralled. The band produced a dark ragtime-punk sound along the lines of a mixture of the spirit of Man Man, a New Orleans funeral procession, Tom Waits, and Billie Holiday. They’re the kind of band that defines what I wish current Lower East Side bands would have the courage to sound like. Not that they could, however, because lead singer Shilpa Ray’s voice is one in a million and the LES has lost pretty much all of its growl. If you long for sultry dark dirgey folk rock that climbs into your mind and never lets go (“wow wow, a WOW WOW”), then this is the band you’ve been waiting for. –EARFARM

Listening to Beat the Devil is like taking your first punch in the face. –Spin.com

There is also a couple of movies, one being a 1941 bogart film called Beat the devil, with a Tony Scott film also (1993). They rock everyone should be a fan…you have three days to comply or else.

Pause.

The sad part is I think I am just trying to find something to commit to, just to hold onto for the next ?? years I am on the beatiful earth.

I shouldn’t write in the mourning.

It took that one chic who wrote Eat Pray Love like six years to just punch out her novel, and I guess I have been on that path for one year seriously. Not a bad start huh?

Somehow inbetween watching the bears play and the soon anniversary of another American Idol; I’m wondering when will Jump TV hit late night HBO. If this upcoming fall is a possibility (cross your fingers) does anyone know a 1-800 number I can reach? For tickets or try-outs.

I mean this was chicagos year right?

 The bear soap opera was getting good; in the windy city we run-run- run the ball, and here we get this god of a arm man, who before pre-season wasn’t a far fetched idea to throw his name with a young Brett Farve…but 9 losses later I have nothing to be hopeful for in the new decade but oh so very thankful for the ending of the second-coming of the 80′s and bad hip-hop music. 

I am not sure if pot is being releases by high-flying white jets- thus creating the illusion that Soulja boy is making SMASH hits, as well as the common belief that Obama will fix “it”.

Either way I looking out my third floor window like my glass is half-way full.

And I…I woke up with a god awful job talking to people that Rosa Parks wouldn’t sit next to on a bus. My title is Sales Associate.

Trust me, no offense taken.

So, today in my time off next to porn and Mcdonalds I have graced the world wide web with a dictionary pertaining a point of view of the off-beat black comedy of life. Which of course will involve me narrating as I think. With little respect to how you feel orwhat my english teacher emotions to run on sentences or misplaced commas.

Fuck’ em and welcome.