Front Street
Hmmm. Listening to Alisha's "Mr. Man" and "Girlfriend." Things have been moving at the speed of light and I really need to chill the funk out. If you know me, you know that anytime I get busy I go a bit overboard on the caffeine, which makes me a little less relaxed than normal. (OK, so I'm rarely relaxed. Whatev. That's me. Love me or leave me alone.)
Really missing New York this aft. In Vancouver, when I get grinding like I am now, I am a complete anomaly. Nobody moves like that here. This is the weed capital of Canada. Folks are happy to get smoked out, amble around, drink herbal tea, and gaze at the mountains. I spend all my time getting pissed and pushy on the street. Like, 'Yo, space case, how about you get the hell out of my way? I got shit to do.' In NYC, everyone rolls like that. In fact, sometimes it's me that gets the evil eye cause I'm not getting on the train fast enough. These are the kind of things I think about when my head is swimming with album release dates, and deadlines, and clever titles (at least I think so), and interview questions.
Something strange has happened to me since I got back from traveling. I went to some pretty dangerous cities and I got accustomed to walking around with a certain kind of awareness: non-suspicious (cause most people in any 'hood are just going to work and buying food and dealing with their day), yet hyper-alert (cause one or two aren't). That 'I'm-not-sweating-I'm-cool-but-still-minding-my-own-business-and-also-not-some-corny-clueless-tourist-so-don't-jack-my-shit' kind of attitude that you need to get by in some places. The problem is that I still have it, and it's more than ridiculous to be walking around Van City with that vibe. My girls have been teasing me about it. Like, 'What are you looking like that for? What are you really going to do if someone does come up on you anyway? Fight?' Not freakin' likely.
Really missing New York this aft. In Vancouver, when I get grinding like I am now, I am a complete anomaly. Nobody moves like that here. This is the weed capital of Canada. Folks are happy to get smoked out, amble around, drink herbal tea, and gaze at the mountains. I spend all my time getting pissed and pushy on the street. Like, 'Yo, space case, how about you get the hell out of my way? I got shit to do.' In NYC, everyone rolls like that. In fact, sometimes it's me that gets the evil eye cause I'm not getting on the train fast enough. These are the kind of things I think about when my head is swimming with album release dates, and deadlines, and clever titles (at least I think so), and interview questions.
Something strange has happened to me since I got back from traveling. I went to some pretty dangerous cities and I got accustomed to walking around with a certain kind of awareness: non-suspicious (cause most people in any 'hood are just going to work and buying food and dealing with their day), yet hyper-alert (cause one or two aren't). That 'I'm-not-sweating-I'm-cool-but-still-minding-my-own-business-and-also-not-some-corny-clueless-tourist-so-don't-jack-my-shit' kind of attitude that you need to get by in some places. The problem is that I still have it, and it's more than ridiculous to be walking around Van City with that vibe. My girls have been teasing me about it. Like, 'What are you looking like that for? What are you really going to do if someone does come up on you anyway? Fight?' Not freakin' likely.
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