i wanted to show some progress on this old squire i'm redoing for moses. here's the ugly black bass.

with the help of a wire hanger and a spray can it turns white.

wet sanding, as you know, is how i unwind after a long day.


"shine, shine, shine, like 409." - the gza

installing new pickups on a bass is weird because you screw them into the wood not the pickguard. found that out the hard way.


for all you haters, matching headstock with the official deets logo. put a bird on it.


neck reattached. gold pickguard wired up. i have to get someone to install the bridge because it needs to be machined for the string notches. i think it's pretty. i've never seen a squire ball so hard.

a cover of my favorite' cmg + we are the night' song.

Keep My Word by novisplit

someone wrote this about our record.

too busy watching this tonight.

les paul brown top. the last guitar i will work on for a while.

bdp were the bob dylan of rap. using the same format as everyone else but taking the lyrical content to the next evolutionary step. it still sounds like a breath of fresh air to me. what the hell happened hip hop? it seems like there used to be a time where you would move up the ranks and make it because what you had inside of you was undeniable. whether it was smart, stupid, or just plain fun. the prerequisite to having a hip hop career now...... can you talk about your dick for forty minutes straight?

i'm not really in a chatty mood at all. but check this one out. before i got fired from my last job i would drive home at like 2am and then have to water the plants. by that time it was around 3am. you get a hose and spray some water on some big leafed plants, that's just as loud as a jet taking off in the middle of the night. dogs barking, neighbors turning their lights on. sometimes shit just has to be done. like when the family used to go on road trips and we'd leave at 3 or 4am so we could make it to wherever we were going just in time to check in. like if we showed up a couple of hours later we would be getting screwed over by paying for the 3 hours we weren't using. whats the use of showing up somewhere at 6am when you're on vacation? so anyways, the job, the plants, and then the wine. after coming home from work and watering the plants it turns out the wine i was making was hours away from going bad. when the carbon dioxide stops doing it's thing, oxygen comes in and ruins all your work. so it's 4am and i'm in the backyard pressing grapes and filling bottles. cussing a lot under my breath and talking to myself. those were stressful times for us all. i kept a white cowboy hat that i had worn for halloween in the backseat of my car. some nights after work i would stop at the gas station and pick up some cigarettes, throw on the cowboy hat and listen to this arthur russell cd on the way home. that somehow protected me from all that other bullshit i was just talking about.

i wasn't sure if i was a fan of vic chesnutt and it took me a few years to really understand it. but then i heard this song and realized that he wasn't really fucking around. he wrote some of the funniest songs you'll ever hear. songs about getting peed on. even a song about his friend getting drunk by soaking her tampon in vodka. it's really knockout stuff. this is not one of those songs. i've been obsessed with this song from the moment i first heard it. it's actually really shocking and sad. but the high-hats really swing, so.........

r.i.p. vic chesnutt