Saturday, July 7, 2012

An Amusement Park of Emotion


An Amusement Park of Emotion

It’s been quoted that “life is a bitch.”  Lil Wayne said his “is a gold digger.”  Well my life isn’t asking me for money but it is an amusement park field with all types of rides.  I don’t remember the last time I’ve been happy, scared, frustrated, relieved, lost, and intensely grateful all at the same time.  The way my mood has changed you would think I was PMS-ing or having some kind of male hormonal situation….definitely not!
I entered the amusement park with my ticket in hand when I moved out of Phoenix.  Knowing and having a deep gutted feeling that Phoenix wasn’t for me, I grabbed risk “by the balls” and moved out with only $1,000 to my name.  Originally, the plan was to go to Miami but when I touched down in ATX, my cousin said I wouldn’t want to leave here and he was absolutely right!  Immediately, I was booked for 5 shows, attended about a dozen other shows, and had fallen in love with the people and the city.  “Keep Austin Weird” was a slogan I couldn’t get out of my head.  I moved in with my relatives and life was all right…happy!   



About a month into it, my uncle wanted me out and things became extremely difficult trying to find a place to live.  I moved in with a guy I met on the street who was impressed with my freestyle abilities performed outside of the Blind Pig Pub. As we started build a “friendship” in this new roommate situation, we decided to checkout a show at Mohawk’s.  We come out of the club and my car was stolen downtown—scared.  Now going from bus-to-bus to get around was starting to become problematic and the new roommate situation just wasn’t working out. Everyday my roommate was asking for a favor and wasn’t willing to help me out but “promote shows,” which really meant he was going to be getting drunk, talking to girls, and inviting them to sleep with him…ooops I mean “come to the show.”  Typical, homeboy behavior—frustrated.  Time has passed by a few weeks, been pulling all-nighter after all-nighter, and still catching bus after bus.  Was heading to the studio with a phenomenal artist and his manager when a random call comes in on my phone… “Sir your car has been found downtown on 5th street, do you want me to tow it” which is not where I parked it —relieved.    


I get the car back on the road, and head over to Mozart’s for coffee by the lake and it breaks down.  I had to get new brakes put on the car, new ignition switch with money I didn’t have…total mess!  Finally, get the car situated, move into a new apartment by myself, and have no “job” to pay my bills.  More stress, more questions, more confusion…start writing to a new mixtape—lost.  Got booked for 3 shows, started working on new music video, and began doing more writing.  I’m now working for a marketing company, doing music, promotions, street hustling when I can, building Phase 2 marketing campaign for my brand.  The struggle has been lessened, my family’s help has been outrageous, and God is good—intensely grateful!