Welcome to 1022. I hope it’s an enjoyable experience, full of reflection, laughter, sharing, observations, music, politics, insecurities, growth, and most importantly the “daily assassination of dream killers” (c) ADK Ent.
So, let me try to start this new relationship as articulately as possible given the shifting of transportation/communication methods (i.e. spaceships)
1022 is inspired from many angles, but mainly that number that dates back to 12-13 years ago. It’s got a tall-African-man-from-I-Heart-Huckabees type of existential meaning I’m still finding out about. I’ll be sprinkling some random 1022 moments throughout the content of this blog. Some funny. Some creepy. Some with no meaning whatsoever.
The actual decision to start this long-talked-about-but-never-actualized blog can be attributed to the following:
Jay Electronica – As Erykah said, “because he helps us to see who we really are”
Travis – song title entries on your blog get me geeked. simple, yet so perfect. i’m stealing it. well, tweaking it. might just be a line from a song, but all music-related.
Liars – gas for the spaceship
Pending job change – selling industry-leading blogware would be shameful without a personal blog
Doubt – oh, the things it does
Friends, family and real love – speaks for itself. it puts the lotion on itself. ok, weird reference… no literal connection to Silence of the Lambs
So, I’ll leave this one as the intro song. Can’t get this song out of my head, so I transcribed it. Link at the end.
“The handling of a heart’s a very delicate art
‘Cause it’s paper thin
One irrelevant thought, that started out as a spark
Could be a poisonous dart, that leaves a permanent mark, that’s ice cold in the day, and burns in the dark
and makes you never want to see her face again…
Tee hee, what a place I’m in
Lead me to the staysh-i-in (station)
A one way ticket, don’t look back
One cold tear that froze and cracked
A whole lotta pain I’m holding back
My team says, ‘Eff that, roll the sack’
I said , ‘If my skull was cracked,
and blood ran out to the coldesac,
that could not match me where I’m at’
My memories flash me there and back
Yep, there goes me right there in black
Holdin hands, not starin back
She starts crying, I start denyin
that it’s my fault, and I’m aware of that
Man, in hindsight signs be glaring back
Where’s the map to show you where you’re at?
I can hear the crowd yellin, I can smell the tires smoke, I can hear the starter pistol
where’s the track?
Ring, no answer
Came home late
Jane told Dick she had a date
But Dave’s just chillin
And at that moment, the right brain says to the left just kill ’em
Make the headlines, make the frontpage
Wild out in the courthouse, man thrill em
They’ll say the boy dead wrong, but I feel him….”
– Jay Electronica, Act 1: Eternal sunshine (the pledge)