observations:
-clear channel's list of songs not to play during 'our time of grieving' is based on...in some cases, a title or a single line from an otherwise beautiful song. i personally feel the list includes many incredibly touching songs, so i can only assume that somebody in a heavy state of grief called the station and begged 'em not to play Kansas "Dust in the Wind", or saw mockery in Louis's "What a Wonderful World". me personally, i need them damn crying songs to wrestle control of my tear ducts from my bullshit machismo...

-now, if only Radio One had attempted such a benevolent act. in the words of cyrus the superproducer, "black stations are business as usual". grieving patrons of their wonderful programming are consoled by the nearly unbroken stream of threats and warnings lobbed between rappers and their often-times imaginary foes. that's right, cathy hughes and crew know that in these trying times you need to be reminded that the "hottest jams" are richer than you, more cold-blooded than you, will take your girl AND steal your man. and make no mistake- these threats and puffery (no pun intended) are directed at...YOU! i mean, most of 'em ain't namin' names, so what else are we s'posed to think? thus when i hear coo coo cal tell me to stay out of his crazy-ass projects, i can only respond by thinking "thanks for the warning fool- now take your own advice and RELOCATE, cuz your neighborhood is JACKED"

-i was more or less convinced that i was cool with my mortality. been rethinking that lately...

-the government is in the same position as the the 9th grade bad-ass who has to beat up somebody because somebody put hickies all over the neck of his first love...and everybody expects (no, demands) that he kick SOMEBODY'S ass. yeah, the peanut gallery wants to see blood, and they don't care that his heart is broken, that he just wants her back the way she was-the way they both were. BUT- he's got a rep to uphold, and even though he probably should take some time to lick his wounds and ponder what his role was in causing such grave betrayal, SOMEBODY'S gotta catch a bad one [translation: get beaten soundly]. might be that shit-talkin' pretty-boy muthafucka that gets all the ass- after all, everybody kinda wants to see him get beat down anyways...but the truth is, nobody knows who did it for sure. it could've been a lot of mofos- maybe even one of his own boys...so suck up them tears of pain, pretend that shit didn't hurt and knuckle up bad boy- this could get real ugly

-system of a down. alien ant farm. sum 41. linkin park (sometimes). puddle of mudd (once). incubus. miscellaneous flux. tool. -i ain't mad at 2001 rock music

-summer is gone.

-so am i...

easy,
dp

ps. wassup with all the erotic messages in the guestbook? some of y'all need a liquid nitrogen shower...

naturalaw-dp - 11:28 PM
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9.17.2001