Like sands through an hourglass.....
on the campus @ the Univeristy of Iowa.
| ................................ | Like sands through an hourglass.....on the campus @ the Univeristy of Iowa.
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10 am: Roll out of bed and pour half-gallon of ice water down throat to cure throbbing headache and fire mouth from last nights’ activities. Receive round of skull, kick groupie out of bed after nut, retrieve boxer shorts and scream, “who are you and how did you get here!” Make sure door hits groupie on the ass. 10:30 am: Shower up, pick out clothes, remind myself to do laundry one of these days. Fill book bag with mail, school supplies…walk to campus via Electric Avenue…just to take it higher. Avoid roaming band of organ grinder monkeys lurking about campus with a grudge against Tack-Fu. (they prefer music in a calliope) They are jealous because I won’t open a convenience store and change my name to Pastallini. 11:30am-3:00pm: Go to class, pay attention and take notes. Grab a bite to eat between classes, break up hacky-sack circles in pedestrian mall with diatribes about the evils of smoking pot, while puffing on a blunt to increase street cred., swing by the post office to drop off material, kick juggling clown located at the street corner soliciting for change, and proceed to computer room. 3:00-4:00 pm: Check email, scroll through message boards and laugh at knuckelheadz, backpackers, and kids under 15 trying to spit knowledge. Surf web for hip-hop news, events, and new music. Press play on CD and walk back home. 5:00 pm: Set up studio and work on tracks. Dig through vast record collection for undiscovered samples. While listening to records, map plans to engineer better tasting Soylent Green recipe for Monsanto. 6:00 pm: Happy hour begins and tonight the 40 oz. of choice is a malt liquor called Mickey’s. Walk to the corner store and give my man Dave the cashier some daps. Reach into tip jar and steal change when he turns his back. 6:15 pm: First 40 oz. is cracked open, power slam it and get dizzy. Think of new ways to plot revenge against organ grinder monkeys. 7:00 pm: Return phone calls and field phone calls. Schedule appointments with musicians concerning music. Keep in touch with surrounding cast of local MCs and remind them of upcoming shows that I’ve booked. Get the scoop on night life activities. Rest and relax, blocking out images of my abuser. 8:00 pm: Next 40 oz. is blessed, put in some more work on tracks. Music starts to sound like G-Love and Special Sauce, notice paint thinner can is ajar in corner of the studio…tracks are deleted. 9:00 pm: Can’t resist temptation to check the clubs downtown. Friends are expecting my presence…resistance is futile. Must locate big butts…what can I do to make college girls go wild? 10:00 pm: Arrive at friend’s house, consume party favors and alter mind state. Discuss plans of male brothel, discard idea as superfluous in Iowa City. 11:00 pm: Depending on mood and various factors, peep an assortment of drinking establishments, say what up to the people from class, after set parties, or live shows. Get pissed ‘cause I can’t remember some names…short term memory starts to fade, general mental ability to communicate declines. Stumble home. 2:15 am: Collapse into bed…thinking only about YOU the listener.
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