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Fren's

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A life in the day of...

So i wake up in the back of my car, sweating, and the windows are just all types of frosted over. It's the middle of winter up here in Chicago. Sometimes I like to do this thing I call urban camping. Most people look at me funny, offer me couches, and laugh when I tell them what I like to do from time to time.

The general purpose of these "camping" trips is to help me conserve money. The year 2010 will take more discipline and fore site then I've ever had to exude. Yes, even more then when I was in the military, and as the final days of the year tick down I'm getting nervous. How this usually works is as followed.

...I bring this dank dank waaaaaaaaaay dank sleeping bag my good friend and roommate Mikey has. Crazy thermal and as I learned this morning can make you sweat in the middle of the winter. Some pillows, notebooks, books to read, my blues harp, and other toys to keep me occupied while I drift off under the shield of my silver beauty. I love my car so much and she loves finding dope views in the city to pass out at; a change of scenery from the driveway.

I climb out of the bag like a stiff caterpillar stinking of weed. Inside one of my two pillows (by pillows I mean, puffy military bomber and brand new bears hoody) I stashed my herbage, some late night paranoia after the previous days events. Obviously I didn't learn well enough, but enough to take some precautions.

First stop is to visit a local promoter that I go way back with. He's a good fella and I'm hoping through these colder months will be able to do some work together. He hands me a size able stack of flyers for the impending new years eve party. I catch up on the mishaps of the previous weekend and fill him in on mine. Parting ways with daps and such, I hop into my ride and kick up sludge.

Today is going to be all about, spreading the good word about our flourishing underground scene. Trying to bring back some of the older heads back to the table. I'm also promoting a party for in my opinion one of the best crews in Chicago. Seismic bass is a pretty cool collective of party kids (adults though really) that have formed together to throw dope parties. They bring in different talent, have AMAZING sound, and always provide good extras.

I start my beat and sing aloud my tunes to the people on the street. It's frigid and the wind run past like stray bullets lightly shaving the exposed areas of my face. I smile through it all though and hope that these flyers I'm spreading around will bring about new life and blood to our scene. The past few days rattle round in my head and I pick out the best pieces. This is my attempt to salvage what can be from yet another implosion of my mind. Another year comes to a close and I'm wondering if I've gone forward or back. I know I've had a lot of fun but am I getting any closer to some form of personal contention.

TBC...soonish

Monday, December 28, 2009

Dialectical

The only person I love more then me is you
I said the only person I love more then me is you
yes you
it's true
The counter opposite of my baby blues
not me but you
and I can't help but wonder all the wonder we could get into
it's we ya see thats true
but life being what it is has us drifting further with the passing of every moon
so for me I write this little tune
To fully remind me of all the things I see in you
Wit, determination, feisty, intimidating, I'm not the type of guy to fall for the complacent
but you
yes you
Not me but you
The one that but that spark back into
My life, my art, all my little passions, THANK YOU
...yes you!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Savior of my words

Shes sweet
a sweet heart
i believe's
She completes
a brilliant part of me
See
We
Be
a brilliant bunch of freaks
and squeak
misgivings & bitter livings to ligthen up the week
Shes unique
and tweeks
the beats
till my intrinsic rhythms peak
I see
What could be
Daydreams
in widescreen
Real time actually
When she speaks
Time creeps
all to quickly
laughs to slap shut a laugh track simply
Shes stunning
truly something
soon to be
The ever pressing positive motion that makes this world better by the day
The imbalance to balance out the imbalance and instill back some gray
She sways
And I'm in tuned to that visage lead a stray
by her playful ways and hopes of kisses
a better way, shes, a better way
Helping me smile about all the near misses

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My heart...

So this weekend...went from train wreck to just careless disrespect.

The show I planned to shine at had me feeling half as nice about more then a few things in my life. Then the parties I was suppose to vend @ to fund raise some dollars for my dance conference all pissed on my face. Communication being what it is amongst these heathens, I keep my tongue tucked way far the fuck back, and keep breathing.

Twice the heart of any of you blood sucking balloon huffing adolescent crushing creatons. TWICE THE TACT. TWICE times twice the amount of love and dedication to what this scene is suppose to be build upon. Thieves that whole lot of you. But after this nasty urine smell gets washed off my half broken body, I'm a grab a shotty, in the form of my man Dotty, and were coming to TAKE YOUR PARTY!!!

Think, be, do, and maybe believe that your making a difference. But make it into my arena and attempt to go a friday night...Not even Sat...or all the grinding that gets done in the wee hours till sunday eve. YEAH, THAT'S ME!!! Chasing the unseen, putting it together, building an amazing team.

If you haven't noticed...people sort of like me, I don't know, could be all the nice things I do for them and the people that bring out the great music we all dig hearing so much. I hope we can begin coexisting a bit more peacefully but I doubt it. Your after dollars at any cost. I'm after sustaining a culture and pushing my art.

What's an idealist to do!!!

I'll take pot shots at the wicked. Kick out the curl of there grimace. Give iT 120% BECAUSE I KNOW NO OTHER WAY!!! HELP OR GET THE FUCK OUT MY WAY!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Martial Law

This is a new song I've been working on this week. Going to perform it @ the Penny Road Pub...Dubstep Massif!!!

The day television stops
You can find me driving round chucking moltov's at cops
bucking back shots
taking over block after block after block
weapons will be rocks
bats, pipebombs, & tomahawks
Chainsaws double fisting jet black & gold glocks
Militant as I'd previously
dreamed to be
reveling in the
Screams of these fiends
that for to long have been cushy
in plushy seats of Authority
See me & my ruthless team
straight out a warriors scene
see we pillage and seize
Vantage points to take on the Army, marines, airforce and eventually the navy
Pushing tyranny out to sea
so we may once again see
Our american dream
One of Unity
One of Equality
No more control by an unseen minority
You know what I mean? FREE!!!
Free to not live for the green
but just live and be green
F-R-E-E
Truly the way it was meant to be
You-Her-Him-I-We x10
A liberated country x 4
land of the aware, land of the awake
Land of the aware, land of the awake, home of the brave, LAND OF THE FREE!!!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Friends & Skateboards prt1

I headed out on friday night to catch Ninja assassin with the dopest assassin I've ever met. I had spent most of the day in a fuzzy haze. Way to ready for this school semester to be finished and trying to put something together for my weekend. I headed out and lined up my evening on the way to the movie.

HAhahahHAHA! Ninja's hugging?!?!?!??!?!? Swat teams storming hidden ninja sanctuaries??!?!?!?! The actions scenes were dope but yeah, they sure made my people look like weak sauce. RPG's+Ninja Fight Scene=WIN!!!
Two ill ass ninja's parted ways with mid fives and waves

I try to hang out with my two friends, in sledgewedge and get informed that they must babysit this evening. LAME!!! But, she's a great sister that should be around them as much as possible. Positive influence is what rules the world we live in. Our inner as we approach the outer are dangerous if polarized.

We were suppose to head out to this After Dark show case at the Art Institute. I hate Modern Art...LOATHE modern ArT, but i sort of dig the new wing they added onto our museum. A friend of mine invited me via the book of faces and I was off to the races. I show up WAY WAY underdressed, stressed, instantly stressed, but I fish through this crowd of artists and art lovers. I smell a richness thats only inhaled at croquet games with dignitaries of the most diluted kind. I just don't know, there seems to be many factions in the art community, but it does seem like the rich ones are extremely pretentious. I kept wondering all the while I pinged and ponged where within the artsy sub culture did I belong. I tried dancing and I mostly got laughed at a lot, even got some cautious looks from my good friend that invited me there. So i decide to take a break, buy a dollar glass (the size of three dixie cups(those really small cups by water coolers)) of sprite, pick out some snacks, and creep out the only girl who seemed like she wasn't horribly freaked out by me. Snacks go down smooth, the girl runs away real quick, and I do believe I talked to myself for a few minutes. I took a few more spins round the gallery, with no delay anxiousness crept in and I forced myself into the windy city weather.

Hopped over a few streets to possibly surprise my friend susu. Sadly, I arrived to the mall just as they were closing the doors for the night. No sweat though, just flipped back up my hood, took out my blues harp and hurried along back up to millennium park. Passed to young men standing outside the train station. They shouted as I past about laying some of my harp down so they could rap over it. I stopped went up to them and start beat boxing. They broke out into some rhymes and then when they were done I broke off half of a weak 16. Standing in one place was making me cold so I dipped and jaunted towards the ice rink. Round and round they went, some losing focus and sliding across the surface on there stomachs, laughing can be heard over faint car horns.

Make it back to my car, breeze down the ole LSD to a head shop to cop a dope piece for my homies B-day. Then I get some directions from a reformed hippy and this leads me on a 45 minute adventure to find this warehouse party. Rap, rap, liquid, digify, the enitre ride, and then park my silver beauty round the block. The party starts off slow but there is this girl I keep trying to get to know there. She keeps trying to talk with me but her harpies are on tight control tonight. We meet here and there through out the eve when they wander to far. She reminds me of a China doll with raspberry ruby lips. Graphic design, an urge to grind, and I don't mind. Close to her clavical when the head harpy swoops by and scolds her friend for wandering off. I flip her off and make my dancings less erotic and more funky. The power goes out and the party crashes to a halt. I didn't even get to see my guy DJ and leave feeling a bit defeated by my evening. I was going to do a little urban camping but after how things had already been heading I head home.

I decide on the drive back I was going to just keep it low key, ya know conserve for the holiday season. The next day passes fast, a lot of Call of Duty, Rhyming with Jong, and cracking jokes with the Wood Boys. The night starts calling and I give it little fight. I give in quickly, head out to this rave/toy fundraiser near where I use to break faces with words.

I enter, smell the smoke, the weed, the nicotine, and the artificial fog. I must have been early because no one is really there yet. Little dancing, some flirting, and a shit ton of networking later I've gathered a group of strangers. I know most of them but they don't know one another. I have 5 hits of LSD and disperse them amongst these peeps. One girl I gave it to because it's her b-day, one guy because he's a fun friend to party with, then there was these two skater kids that I've been becoming friends with over the course of six months (ones my body double/bullet shield), and finally yours truly. We toast n dose...everyone but the two skaters become ghosts.

The party gets over way waaaaaay to early, we crash a local promoters house, where people inhale air as fast as they can, and I cry...only on the inside. However, before my heart can get to heavy I get to chill with an old friend of mine. His name is Rocky and he's a beautiful little pup I use to walk after raves. So much energy and still a handsome little man, so glad he's still in good hands. Our welcome get's over stayed, I catch this hobbit before he fishes, fades, and freaks me the fuck out. I FUCKING HATE Nitrous, I try not to judge, but I can't help but hate what it does to these young kids I see every weekend.

So mass confusion goes down and I end up with this girl in my car. My skater friends whom I was suppose to shoot a video with get sketched out as I walk someone to their car and bolt. Leaving me as I said with "this girl" in my car. I track them down and the main dude I know hops in my ride to take me to her house. The drive is long and intense. I steal some beers from her as she heads up the walkway. Back in the car I look to my friend and say something about how I fucking hate him. How I'm losing faith in people more and more everyday and him and his friends aren't helping. We go back to his town and none of the guys that agreed to go skateboarding will come out. What's worse is he can't get a board to use because it's at one of the said dudes houses.

I decide in a moment of haste to head over to my friends house that is WAAAAAAAY south. I figure she'll have a board and where I wanted to shoot was over there anyways. Oh also I wanted to introduce my two friends into this here my body double. Have him help keep some of the riff raff off these fine young ladies. We stop at a burger king to get food, mill over going inside for a few minutes, half park, laugh, then go through the drive through, laugh some more, put the car in park to think, ya know really take our time, and then finally order. I grab coffee to go with the candy canes, and stuffed animal I'm bringing to surprise my friends with. We stake their house out because it's still a little early for people to be up. Only us, riding this 12 hour white knuckle thrill ride, travel miles to dine at the most magnificent BK, and wait to make two girls day. I eat my french toast sticks with zeal and enthusiasm...Score points for the inventor of tater totts. I open up my door to the morning winter air and I swear.....


Please stay tuned for the rest of this exciting tale...Danger most certainly lurks around the next corner.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Today it would seem is fit for free falling...



I wake to snow dumping from the sky. I have an hour to get to my biology group final and I get this nasty urge to have the driveway shoveled before I leave. So I push my ear buds in, scrape the sleep from my head, and dive out into a brilliantly salted world. Slipknot screaming out my buds and the shoveling passes by rather quickly...twenty minutes top...I impress some squirrels. I run in shower, shave, slip into my suit, and head to class. We crush our presentation, now get to chill the rest of the week, and I head out to meet a friend for coffee.

Previously, this weekend, I was given the untimely news that I would have to re locate a few months before I thought I would. Up until this afternoon of hot chocolaty drinks I was really bummed about it. For one the way it came about and for two the fact that it was happening around the holidays. I'm not sure why (maybe it has something to do with me professing this) but the holidays are always tuff on me. Crazy fiasco's just seem to multiply and I get to try and maintain a civil disposition, while the world embraces a dead materialistic tradition.

However, my afternoon coffee session, went from laying the frame work to a possible evening together. To me having a doper place to live, at the same price, but much closer to my job and friends. I write this because, ya just never know, where the day will take you, what the week is leading you to. It's easy to lose your cool, hate the world, be beaten down by your situation, but I tell no lies. Cool heads do prevail and with enough expensive hot water and chocolate, everything makes sense.

I'm a bump some Tom Petty today!!!

If you can come make it out to Jimmy's Grill tonight were hosting our second Open Mic night. See ya there.

Monday, December 7, 2009

end of the day rant

Was over at a buddies watching some football. When in strolls in a parasite to the T. I'm sure there is are some good qualities I choose to not see in him because of our rich history. However he is who he is to me and I haven't seen great strides in his development as a human being over the years. I've had a lot of friends over the years. I believe I suffered from a fairly common form of co-dependency that had me hanging out with dick faced, ignorant, narrowly informed tool boxes. I'm glad to look out into my life at this very moment and see the people I call my friends to be far from this poor young souls reach. He just comes over and starts vomiting cynicism and the darkest forms of sarcasm all about the place. And I flash back to when an ill informed young man found great humor in his rantings. Now all I can do is listen and wish the volume on the TV would override his diatribe. He didn't stay long, off to smoke what I found him, didn't even offer to smoke my buddy or I down. Truly...a user, a parasite, and an amazing reason for me to get out of bed in the morning and attempt to make this world a better place. I'm sure I sound a bit self righteous but I am a bit self righteous. I realize the worlds fucked up and if anyone is going to do something about it, it's going to be me. Good night & Good Guidance

No cash payments

He blows the dust off the album
From the era of Malcom
how come
The greatest things in life become obsolete
Refreshing like some talcum
He can't even count them
over a thousand
With beauty etched on every sleeve
Been collecting since 16
Most find it obscene
but you should see
the sizzling sunbeams
that screech & scream
for out his dreams
through his teeth
Filling a room with his melody
Master of guiding memories
to your ears
"No cash payments just cheers
from his peers
seasoned with years
of spinning them wheels turning them gears
No cash payments just cheers"
His bank statement make him tear
but he won't seel them lets make that obscenely clear
he cleanly stears
the pitch with patience & persistence
Because if he can do this
if he can master this
then he can flip it
no matter the gadget
no matter the gimic
A face puckered with the most delightful smile etched in his grimace
Original digger don't ya dare forget this
& never act like you don't know how to fill his christmas
wish list
with his
most favorite object
acetate prophet
that has crates upon crates of hottness
with which he uses to put a party in his back pocket
Jet fuel so he can rock it
nostalgic as all get out building his non for profit
& turning every party into a most pit
the object is as it ever was
doing it for the love
the high fives & the hugs
"No cash payments just cheers
from his peers
seasoned with years
of spinning them wheels turning them gears
No cash payments just cheers"

It starts with a....

click click click click........

Oh sorry, I didn't see you there, welcome, make yourself comfy, and read the ramblings of a truly scattered mind.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Tom. You may call me, Tom, Thomas, PWT, plainwhitetom, skinny stretch, and the list goes on. I'm a man of many things but of these many things I enjoy writing the most. Wait, well, I mean I enjoy Dancing the most. Then again, I think I really have begun to enjoy Mcing the most. However, I am a wonderful chef and think I might enjoy cooking the most.............. The point here is that I'll be writing forever and want to share these writings with those that care to read.

I'm currently working on a few short stories, always writing new poetry, and now that I'm on here will probably branch out into various other forms of writing (music reviews, movie critiques, etc)

So in advance, thanks for reading, commenting, passing my page a long to others, and most importantly thanks for being you. Hopefully you know who that is :)