Banter? I just met her...
When I was King
Days like no other
I am floating on bliss
Brothers read minds, make me shine
Genuine returns on daily investments, interest expounded exponentially
Music screams from my mouth to my fingers...respectable.
Days like no other
A white flower embraces, sees my internal glow
Days ago, my torch plumed black smoke
Now burns white hot, dreams in tow.
Days like no other
A labor of love from three years hence
Floats to the surface, moves total strangers
Moving, Poignant, Professional, Powerful, In awe
Critiques of my gift, tears of happines proudly fall.
These are the days like no other.
Thank you to Mat for the incredible redesign.
Mat has been out of town and he called me today to say what's up and tell me of his trip and just say hello. He then told me he has been working on a redesign of my site, which I had no idea, and would I like to check it out. I felt honored that an internet guru like Mat would want to invest his time with something as small change as the Banter. Immediately I told him anything he deemed pertinent, cool, whatever he thought would look good was fine by me. I trust any of Mat's decisions where the internet is concerned, moreso than my own. He has taught me pretty much everything I know about computers, but not everything he knows.
Anyway, thank you so much for hooking me up without me even asking...or begging, Mat. I love it so.
If I had the choice I would live in a castle on an island in the Caribbean or Mediterranean...If I had the choice.
Does anyone know a good realtor, or even a swindler who can get me a good squaters rate on island castles?
It is so middle of the road...6 of one half dozen or the other...half a man or twice a man...yin or yang...asi, asi...so so...
You get the point.
This girl calls Transmedia and asks me to create her a demo reel to accompany her application for a weatherperson job on Fox 2. So I'm thinking, "If she's applying to be the weathergirl she's gotta be cute...and if she's cute she's gotta be taken. Shit." In my head, I had struck out before I even met her.
She showed up for the shoot and I was blown away. She was a model. Drop dead gorgeous. Really. I would have a good time just admiring her beauty, just looking at her. The shoot became a drooling session for me. She was a ray of light. Her personality was even more beautful than her jaw dropping looks. A smile that could melt mountains.
She yold me she was single, so I asked her out and she said yes and we ate sushi and laughed and realized our intrests are pretty different, completely different. So we both got excited knowing we were about to learn loads of new stuff from eachother...that neither knows anything about. It should be a fantastic ride. I truly hope it lasts.
If nothing else, there are incredible people in this world and they sneak up on you and bite you in the ass when you bend over to pick up the paper.
I am a lucky man. Wish me luck.
Editor's Note: This is Jeff...end transmission.
I met beautiful girl.
She's pretty and neato
did I mention she's pretty?
She teaches yoga
I just call her yogi. Not the bear.
Her grandpa directed and produced the "Three Stooges."
My apologies. I have been so swamped with work and creative endeavors that the Banter has suffered and I apologize. We have been jamming constantly and I had my first PAYING free-lance video gig. (I also got a date out of it, beautiful girl. Imagine that.) HAMoTAM has been talking with the Odeon hoping to get a gig soon. So now I must go and find some songs for our demo. Arghh.
So many creative endeavors...so little time.
"Where behind the rabbit?"
I had an exhausting weekend. I spent probably 8-10 hours compiling my editors demo and got it done just in the nick of time. I am really happy with it. In the next few days I hope to have a smooth copy up for all to see, but until then, suffer. Happy Monday.
Welcome back Hella Jezra.
So I get off the bus this morning and all these people are running around the Financial District screaming bloody murder. "This is it, the sky is falling!" All I can think about is my lunch. "QP wif Cheese" from Mcdonalds that I am gonna wolf down in about 2 seconds. So I start hoofin' it to MickeyD's and all these people are running and screaming and basically harshing my mellow walk to work. I was a little annoyed but such is life. I'm all "What is wrong with these people?" I had no clue. I tend to look at the pavement when I walk and the sidewalk looked like it always does, gray and hard and unforgiving. So I'm walking, looking down, getting annoyed at primal screams, and all of a sudden I feel like I am in the front car of the "Mindbender." What the hey? I look up and realize a giant cockroach has me in it's grasp. Now I understand why everyone is freakin' out. It's the giant cockroach. I get it now and begin to relax. The Cockroach pulls me to it's mouth and throws me in. I'm all, "Damn, this cockroach got some stank ass breath." But everyone who is in his mouth is so afraid they have soiled themselves, passed out, been decapitated or are just mounds of cockroach food. I thought, "Damn, I could be in a heap of shit here. Stay cool." So I stay cool. As school. All these fresh faces keep getting shoved into the oral cavern and I see this beautiful girl I have had a crush on for years, so I get nervous. I think to myself, "Alright Jeff, this is the perfect opportunity. This is the last place a girl would expect to be hit on, go for it." So I slosh on over to her portion of the cockroach cavity and say "Man, this is weird, huh?" She turns around and is kind of pale. Oh yea, she wasn't having a good hair day either but I let it slide. She looks at me and just throws up. She throws up right on my new Banana Republic jacket. I was pissed. I didn't even ask her for her e-mail address.
Atta boy Jefe.
Happy Birthday Steve.
I will be writing on Ezra's site today, so go back to theminister.net
HAMoTAM got our first press!! We are in the "Listen Up" section of this weeks SFweekly.
It's just a small bio but you's gotta start somewhere's.
I have decided to keep my answering service after all. So please if I do not answer my phone feel free to call the "answering service." Do you need the number?
And don't forget,"The duck flies at midnight."
Go See Scratch
There is a great documentary coming out about the come-up-ence of hip hop and turntablism called "Scratch." It was done by the guy who did "Hype," A fantastic documentary on Subpop Records and the Grunge movement in Seattle. I saw several clips of the new film at the "Scratch Tour" last night at the Fillmore and from what little I saw, it seems pure and honest and probably worth checking out. They use alot of DVCAM and MiniDV footage, which is what I use. I always like to see that format at events, it allows me to see how much better my shit is.
Whatever dude, my shit is the bomb. Tighter than anything they showed last night...and all mines' original. Suckas.
Phones and my Aversion to them
First of all, I would like to apologize to my friends Harper, Mat, Ezra, and Matthew. My phone ettiquette is horrible and I know it frustrates the hell out of all of you. I just hate phones. If I want to be alone and not be bothered, I will not answer my phone. It is nothing personal against any of you, I love you all, but sometimes I just don't want to answer the phone. Most of the time I am practicing guitar and I can't be interrupted; I have too much to learn.
Secondly, my phone is horrible. This is not an excuse but on many ocassions my phone will not ring. For no apparent reason. I will be watching tv for an hour, with my phone, and it will not ring once in that time period. I will check the messages out of boredom and to see who didn't call me and there will be two new messages. No ring, two messages. You get what you pay for I guess.
Lastly, my phone does not hold it's recharge very well. I enjoy chillin' in the living room but my phone must be charged if I want to hang there with it. So many times I let it recharge in my room where I can't hear the ring. I swear.
These are not meant to be excuses. I hate the phone. I am contemplating getting rid of it completely. These guys have begun to refer themselves to my "answering service" as Mat calls it, which is Ezra's cell phone. Funny to everyone but Ezra. You see Ezra answers his phone. I apologize for that Ez, I am working hard to get better.
I love all of you I just hate phones. I don't even have a cell phone, never have, don't plan to get one. It is all I can do to change my greeting every two months. I promise to make a concerted effort to get better at this, please just bear with me, and I have dropped my answering service so please, DON'T CALL EZRA.
I am bored and have nothing to say. Except some nimrod just turned off the AC.
Winter, Flannel. Summer, Not Flannel.
Flannel sheets cradle my feet
they are all warm and fuzzy.
But when it's hot I sweat alot
they stink and get all scuzzy.