Wednesday, September 13, 2006


one of the tricks of the trade i employ to get myself motivated during a period of dire work is to alter my appearance in a way that is completely socially unacceptable. it could be a mohawk, it could be deciding not to shower for a week. this process forces me to stay indoors and work, all the while avoiding the regular pitfalls of socializing, drinking and any other distractions that are so easy to indulge in when i should be home toiling. this event usually takes place in the "endgame" phase of an album. this time, i have decided to grow a mustache. everyone knows that only kitty porn enthusiasts and hipsters rock them. now white brooklyn bred rappers do too. this is my vow to you all: i will grow this mustache until the record is done. wish me luck.