Sitting in my hotel room …I finally found some inspiration in a sample, making it into a whole other creature.

I’m drawn to the instruments and sound of middle eastern tones, the djembe and cymbals. A long admired artist is Nikhil Banerjee; I caught his vibe stone cold one day, hooked ever since but it feels natural.

In America we get so hooked on what the singer is saying, not noticing what the music is dictating. Sure, most of its loops but something is missing. I think with this current ensemble, I’ll compose something special. That’s not to say anything I do is special but it is for me.

It’s too bad the name “Loop Guru” is taken… I love my rotations.

Chugging on a bottle of Cooks and orange juice, honey buns and cigarettes… The day has finally come to a close. I don’t even care about the hype in the world right now. Shit. I hope I catch it and die swiftly, my peers are about as useful as I am ….and that’s not saying much.

Being without a home is a shitty situation but I’m making the best of it now. My stuff is in storage and I think I’m gonna spend more time in the hotel.

I’ll sleep on the train during the week but use the hotel as my place to be creative. I’ll set up my machine and get some new speakers and rock out. Fuck it, right?! Lol. No more oh i don’t make enough or my friends and family aren’t supportive. I rock on my own until someone says HEY!! I hear you rocking, I dig it. Lol yeah.

Fuck it.

Don’t knock, I wont hear ya and if you let yourself in, I will duct tape your ass to the bed for my darker movements.

Seems I’m intoxicated now, been a long time since I felt the buzz of booze running through me and this beat, simple as it is… Is an amazing jam session. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long damn time.

It’s hot as fuck in here but I’d rather be hot than cold and on that damn bus.

Fuck it.