Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, April 16, 2011

NEW MIXTAPE release - FREE DOWNLOAD & STREAMING

Grand Master Chu: The Yung Monk Mixtape.


19 songs + 3 bonus tracks, featuring tracks recorded recently in Beijing, China, and over a four-year period from 2006-2010 in New Haven, Connecticut and Newark, Delaware.

If you enjoy, please share with your friends on facebook, retweet, etc.
Two videos from the project are available on Youtube: the Bustout/60 video (filmed by D-One) and Bring Me Down. Full press release + other videos on the way...



Bustout/60



Bring Me Down

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Singing my frustrations... singing my prayers...

Peace everyone;

For those of you who do not know... the last week has been really crazy up in here... pollution that was literally beyond hazardous (For 2/5 of the week it just read "Beyond Index"), pollution-induced illness, two-year-old bill payments being demanded, shady landlords, upcoming evictions, unpaying debtors...

I was riding the subway tonight and my emotions on the situation just started writing themselves into a verse...

The Devil tryin' to lie to me - friends try to get high with me
People asking favors then turning a blind eye to me...

So I came home tonight and recorded then mixed this song about the emotions I've been feeling over the last week. I wanted to be honest and put myself out there in front of man - but more importantly, in front of God. You could say that Peace of Mind is a prayer of sorts... when I was feeling frustrated and absolutely knew that I would only get thru this with strength beyond what I myself could provide.

Peace of Mind is streaming on my Youtube channel right now.



-jglc a/k/a Grand Master Chu

Friday, February 4, 2011

Why do music?

This piece is merely a short summing-up of some musings I've been having over the past few months, as I've seen my investment - of time, finances, and identity - in music steadily increase. If you're involved in art too, please comment after you read and let me know what motivates you to do your art?

As far as I can tell, the common reasons people commit to a lifestyle in which music - or art of any kind, though music is the field about which I've been thinking the most, as it's also the most personally relevant - takes a high priority, comprise a short list:

1) money - $$$
2) sex - self-explanatory
3) fame - being easily or widely recognized or liked
4) power - becoming credible or well-known enough to be listened to (think Arnold Schwarzenegger - for him, art (acting... of a particular sort) => fame => power)
5) God - for reasons of religious calling or spiritual satisfaction
6) personal artistic satisfaction - you really love your art; you enjoying singing, or acting, etc.
7) being cool - similar to fame, but with more of an edge: being a figure to which others aspire or desire to be like in full or in part.

An 8th category could be "success" - but I'm guessing, when questioned as to the meaning of success, most would answer in some combination of the above 7 categories.

Of course a lot of these could reduce to one another - money leads to power, God leads to personal satisfaction, fame leads to money, being cool leads to sex, and so on. But they are still distinct.

Why think about these categories?

I've been thinking about these categories of motivation as I've been stepping up my own musical output, profile, and aspirations because the question of target is now coming into view: I've started talking to a few small labels, begun thinking about who I want to make music for, why I make music, where I want it to take me - and where I want to take it.

None of these questions can be answered without first knowing, or at least having some sort of handle, on the issue of goals: do I want to reach 5 people, 500, 10 thousand, 50 million? What do I do when I'm reaching them?

When artists catapult to fame without answering these questions, they have public meltdowns, imploding under their own weight: you get a Marilyn Monroe, a Kurt Cobain, a Lindsay Lohan. And so the Korean pop world has a well-covered-up but increasingly alarming pattern of celebrity suicides. People who rise to fame, all the while viewing fame as the ultimate goal, are consumed and spit out by the churning media machines.

But when those who rise to prominence have these questions of goal and drive answered from the start, you get artists like 50 Cent, Jay-Z, Beyonce, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and whom it seems like Lady Gaga is becoming: men and women who understood the place for fame and artistic success in a larger picture of personal well-being. They are the ones who managed to use the pop culture/media machine while not succumbing to its ravishes - they may have been used in the process, but it was at least an exchange of sorts, instead of an enslavement.

So, for me, the initial question is: will you pursue music?

It seems that I have answered this question: yes.

The next question: why? And what will you do if - when? - that music becomes something - you become someone - people care about?

Well, let's see:

My self-assessment

1) money - this category is alluring, but ultimately, not a motivating reason. Whether it would be right for me to have significant amounts of money or not is another question: long ago, when I first began making music, I told myself that I would never have music be my primary income stream: I recognized then, as I still do, I think, that relying on the money I make from music is a very quick way to stop enjoying my music. It would be, at least, for me. I think. Whether this is true or not may be up for question in the future: at the moment, however, money is distinctly not the primary motivation for my musical aspirations.

2) sex - nah.

3) fame - This is definitely a highly tempting aspect of musical success, more so than (1) but less than (7). To be well known is intensely appealing to me, for the same reasons, I suspect, that it is to many of people in my generation: popular media has told me, as long as I have been alive, that people who are widely known matter. And hence, I now believe, if I am widely known, I will matter! More well-known, more influential.
As I think about it, I do believe that fame is one of the reasons that I would pursue music. As my rap partner/strategic consultant D-One has often told me: if no one's listening to it, why are you recording it?
There are other motivating reasons - 5-7 being chief for me - for me to pursue music, but I will say this: I hope that my music can become famous among the right circles! They may not be large, and they may not be circles that are well-known, but I do hope that my music will have impact on the right people (finding who the right people are is a topic I want to reserve for a future post - suffice it to say that they don't always look like the people you would have chosen, but they are the people you need to grow to love!). And to do so, it must speak with authority (which I'll touch on next) into at least some group larger than myself.

4) cachet/authority/power - this is part of my hope for music. As I believe my life testifies to, there are deep truths and realities that I believe are important to talk about, bear witness to, experience, and share in community with others - the flip side of this is that there is an intimate privilege in being someone with whom people are willing to open themselves and show vulnerability. In music, especially if you're doing the kind of music that manages to resonate with people on an emotional level, you are given the immense honor of both speaking into people's lives as well as being someone with whom people want to share. This is important to me.

5) God - Is God directing me to do music? I think so. I find personal joy in it (more in 6, below), I find it natural, I believe the music I do is not only in line with my faith, but supplementary to it, and I believe that my music is fundamentally about Truth - which, coincidentally, is another name for God in my understanding. So, yes, 5 is a motivation for my music: To remain a venue for spiritual growth and expression of spiritual truths.

6) personal artistic satisfaction - This is also a high priority for my music. I want to make good music. However, I've realized that I am also fairly satisfied with making a plethora of styles of good music, from love songs to old-school lyrical hip-hop, to contemplative new-school joints, and in between. If I could make a VERY WELL produced Far East Movement/Black Eyed Peas kind of party/club joint, I would be happy with that as well! So, personal satisfaction is a high priority. But I'm also easily satisfied.

7) being cool - I do think that being cool is, well, cool. However, as I consider this category, I also realize that I'm more interested in (4) than in (7): if people will permit me to speak into their lives with some degree of trust, I don't care very much whether it's because I'm considered cool, or if it's because of some other reason. So, I would put down (7), but only as a means to (4), thereby indicating that (7) is not truly a motivation for music, but rather a step to the true motivation, which is (4).

So, it seems as though my answers are: I am pursuing music primarily for reasons of (A) fame (within certain accepted limitations), (B) cachet, (C) personal artistic satisfaction, and (D) I find in it a puzzle piece toward my spiritual calling.

The next question is: what if I could obtain (A), but at the cost of sacrificing (B) and (C)? What if I could obtain only 2 of the 3?


If you're a musician or any manner of artist - which of these categories motivates you? Why? What are your thoughts on this entire topic/issue?

Monday, January 24, 2011

NEW MIXTAPE release - FREE DOWNLOAD & STREAMING

Over the past few months, I've been documenting via this blog, as well as my Facebook artist page, how my ex-roommate (now living in Taiwan) MC D-One and I have been putting together an Asian-American rap crew along with his brother.

This past weekend, we were proud to release Model Minority's first mixtape, The Model Minority Report.

I'm proud of the songs we made, and feel that it embodies the voice of our generation of young modern Asian-Americans, filtered through a hip-hop lens.

The lead single for the project, A.F.R. (Asian Food Rap), has a music video on youtube:



Our hope is that Model Minority will be MORE than just three rappers, but a lifestyle movement among Asian-Americans... something we can represent with pride and feel ownership of. A voice to speak out about who we are, where we come from, and the shared experiences that make us Asian-American. If the music resonates with you at all, if you feel like it speaks about your life, you ARE part of the Model Minority Movement.



Model Minority is a rap group made up of D-One, Grand Master Chu, and Inglish, three veteran Asian-American emcees who banded together to create a group to represent the lifestyles of young modern Asian-Americans of the 80's, 90's, and 00's. Covering topics like academic pressure from parents and self (Overachiever) to Asian food (Asian Food Rap) to romance (What's Your Name), audiences are sure to find something they can relate to.

The first rap group formed specifically to tackle the issues of growing up Asian-American, each rapper brings unique experiences to the table: Grand Master Chu has a degree in Philosophy from Yale, D-One started his own clothing brand in college, and Inglish has a budding stand-up comedy career.

Following in the footsteps of pioneers like The Mountain Brothers, Jin Tha MC, and Far East Movement, the trio also draws from artists like Eminem, Mos Def, and Jadakiss. With their entertaining brand of hip-hop lyricism, they have drawn comparisons to the "Wong Fu Productions of rap".

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

NEW Grand Master - my version of Lil Wayne's new single

... for the last week, all the hip-hop blogs were saying that Lil Wayne and Cory Gunz (his artist... a REAL New York head spittin flames) were going to drop a monster single soon for his upcoming Carter IV LP, and it just came out yesterday... the beat is pretty fresh, so you know I just had to do my own take over it...



The song is also streaming at my facebook page. If you actually do enjoy it, you can download the MP3 here.

If you have any comments or feedback, let me know what you think in the comments!

-jglc




Verse 1:
Askin for the beat up like I'm rappin with a glass jaw
And I could turn the heat up even when I turn the gas off
If the flow is bad you know it comes from an imposter
I could try to act but I would never win an Oscar
Step up in the studio like settin up a battlezone
Indiana Jones, leave my whip up in the catacombs
You got Game, Boy, but you never will Advance while
I might catch a loss but I'll face down any man who stands...

(sample: 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, 9 foot)

uh
uh

Verse 2:
Do it for the 16-year-old kid that I was back then
For global fans that speak with non-Americanized accents
Do it for the clubs - I'm just kidding, if you ever hear
my song up in a club, call me up and let a brother hear
I be chillin' late night in the apart-a-ment
Wishin that I had two houses like the Parliament
You'd get the joke if you knew the British government
These four bars explain why I'll never make a hit
I might never catch the ears of Clive Davis
But I'd be happy to just own a lightsaber
Fillin' reams of blank pages
With verses to last through the Ice Ages
I don't mean global warming
but them three cartoon movies that was just a little corny
Give a shout out to my shorty Jessii chillin up in Sac
While some dude up on the chorus sayin somethin in the back he go

(sample: "6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, 9 foot")

Verse 3:
Battleaxe assassin slashin syllables for fun
Failed to pass gym cuz my uzi weighs a ton
I mean I Chuck D's at the open mic for fun
But the Flavor is exquisite when I'm goin' for my ones
Half the cats hear but they do not really listen
so I been workin on flows get their ears to pay attention
Get they souls to spark a vision set the cancer in remission
The doctors workin overtime to make the first incision
I mean that I'm iller, but those bars was just a filler
While I'm plannin out a Friday set with homeboy from Manila
What up Abz? I be chillin' drinkin' milk with some vanilla
In my studio listening to the 5th track on Thriller
And I'm spillin' out the vowels like AEIOU
While my consonants are competent in combat wit your crew
Yall just messin with some snacks, I'm bringin em brain food
So I'm up in the lab while you're cleanin aisle two

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

1st track from the NEW STUDIO!! Lyrics + MP3 download

Last time I chronicled my journey around Beijing to find and purchase a dope mic and preamp...

well Monday afternoon after I finished everything else I had to do, I copped a mic stand and went IN!!!! Lyrics, samples, everything all done in one day and it turned out DOPE

co-starring Philip Lee and Sam Weatherford on the vocal samples...

and much respect to Just Blaze for the beat and Jay Electronica for SLAYING the original song...




download the MP3 at http://thesixtyone.com/grandmaster/


Tell Em

[Vocal Sample Intro]

I'm splitting atoms by spittin at em with written language
got the scriptures so vision vivid from different angles
catch the minds of imprisoned prisoners
movin roman senators even Trojan men at war
couldn't fathom the epic message that we bring to you
from the streets of new York to the sands of Malibu
got the gift of prophecy so my talent is the truth
it's biblical reality I'm spittin in the booth
and its nonfiction so I ain't fixed on fictions
no tales of cocaine or life in prison
...that ain't a diss to nobody's art
I just had a choice to make and i went smart
got knowledge in my head and my heart
and my hands and my feet on the path thru the dark
got my brothers all around me they sharp with the darts
we speak like lightning, thunder, sparks

(Tell em who you be) Grand Master in the house
Came in the game, ain't nobody throw me out
(Tell em where you go) I'm on the path
Did the math, it's my time now

[Phil sample]

No Sean John, no Sean Paul
when it comes to raps, I'm more John Paul
with the bars I'm apostle Paul
Gospel scrawled on high school walls
when hell freezes like bboy stance
I saw the Christ come down and give mad daps,
razing hell of the hellraisers
i'm like 8 mile meets wildstyle meets Brooke Fraser
[haha] now I'm wildin a bit
At the home studio got the mic in my crib
got the ESV on my hip plus the two-tone
black and white paint colors on the whip.
car twenty years old, it can almost drink,
ever since I seen the light I done start to think
...flashes comin faster now
My passion written in the sweat of my brow...

[Sam sample]
[Chorus]
[Phil sample - outro]

Thursday, November 11, 2010

FREE mp3 download! D-One & Grand Master - 黑色黄色 (Black & Yellow)

I arrived at Beijing's Capital International Airport at 4:30 this evening... grabbed my bag and took the airport rail line back home... hit church to link up with my Embassy fam, then went home...

And what did I do there???

Forget going to sleep, D-One was jumping on a track so you know we HAD TO GO IN!

Check it out... Black & yellow... for our people worldwide:



and download the MP3 at http://grandmaster.bandcamp.com/

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Cookin' up



somethin fresh up in the studio... aka my house... Lorentz, Jr. on the beat!!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

A mid-morning antiphon

Hello hello
We're at a place called Vertigo
Lights go down and all I know
Is that you give me something

I can feel your love teaching me how
Your love is teaching me how,
how to kneel.





Bono: ''Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I've done a lot of stupid stuff''.

Assayas: ''I'd be interested to hear that''.

Bono: ''That's between me and God. But I'd be in big trouble if Karma was going to finally be my judge. I'd be in deep shit. It doesn't excuse my mistakes, but I'm holding out for Grace.

"I'm holding out that Jesus took my sins onto the Cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don't have to depend on my own religiosity''.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Christmas Songs in February

There's something right about listening to a Christmas song in February.

With the bout of advertisements and seasonal jingles ringing through the air, Christmas can be - has become? - passe by December. Christus missus est ("Christ has come"), but so have Toys 'R' Us, Wal*Mart, and Best Buy, for all his consumer children.

But in February, snow lies dense on the ground; it was a brisk day, a sharp day, a clear day. I'm a little tired, and I'm nursing a little bit of a cold. It's late enough in the semester for me to have made mistakes, and plenty; early enough that I'm still uncertain about the rest of the school year. What might Spring's warmth bring? What shape will this semester take?

It seems like there's room for hope; and right now, with no holiday in sight, I feel readily the need for a Christmas (mas Cristo?) more than I did in December, December with its heady air of holiday and presents, home, finals, excitement.

So, you know, I listen to a Christmas song.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

NYC: SoHo Sartorialism and Uptown Digs

12/19/2008

[The third in a series of photographic travelogues
illustrating my travels with friends and family through
the holidays.]

[A certain friend, early upon the inception of my
photographic blogging career, commented that the
grand majority of my posts had, as their aesthetic
content, two vast themes: female friends, and shoes.
While I would like to think that I have since expanded
beyond such limitations to encompass,
par example,
graffiti, pictures of the Morse recording studio, and
flicks of the food that I eat, in this post I return to one
of my two roots.]

Friday12.19.2008

My last day on campus for the semester dawned gray
and tempestuous, threatening hints of the downpour
that would later engulf the day. Regardless, I bundled
up - neglecting to carry along an umbrella, a decision
which I was to later come to regret - and packed up my
travel bag for the holidays.

After walking down the hill to Silliman for a quick
breakfast with Mr. W. Sankey, I hiked the rest of the
way over to Union Station to catch the commuter rail
into New York. On the way, I hollered at joshu.sky's
brother Ray, a longtime New York denizen and fellow
SoHo shopper. For a minute now Ray and I have been
talking words about getting down on the LES/NoLiTa/
SoHo scene, and for the first time we were both free
and in the city. With the approaching holiday season
and the contemporary economic free-fall, signals of
abundant and extreme price-slashing, this shopping/
copping trip was a definitely done deal.

My train hit Grand Central shortly before noon, so I
had a little more than an hour to kick it around the
subway system before Ray's LIRR brought him into
Penn Station.

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On the way over to Penn, I came upon this 老头
playing the music of the motherland. I stood around
and watched, listening transfixed, for the few minutes
before my train finally pulled into the station.

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Pulling out a small bill, I dropped it into the velvet-
lined instrument case lying at his feet, bowing slightly
in recognition of this 师傅; he returned my bow,
meeting my eyes, playing his music the whole way
through.



After linking up in Penn Station, Ray and I headed
on the downtown 6 to the Prince Street station, then
made our way - through the rapidly dampening "wintry
mix" - to our first stop, Union NYC.

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After chatting it up with the guys in Union and
appreciating their connoisseur's complement of wares
(Visvim, Play Cloths, w)taps, NBHD), Ray and I kept
it moving.

For this trip, the goal was simple: stay gaining
knowledge and getting learned in the ways of stretching
money beyond its normal capacity. While I spotted
a w)taps long-sleeved tee marked down from seventy
bucks and change to 54, I knew, deep in my heart, that
our destiny for the day was far greater than such things.

So our movement kept moving on, to hit up the nearby
BBC/Ice Cream store.

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Informed by the talkative lower-floor staff that current-
season inventory was on a steep discount (35% off...
still not quite the deal for which we were ravening), I
headed upstairs to the BBC section to try on a pair of
the newish "smart cut" selvage (well-cut legs; wide in
the hips; overall, there's better denim out there), and
Ray browsed the tees (90% wizzack, 10% rockable).

In this case, as in previous visits, I noticed that the
BBC staff was friendly and even chatty, as opposed to
other NYC boutiques. They presented us with an air of
approachability and even likableness, in dramatic
contrast to the slightly elitist (though still personable)
Union staff and the nigh-omnipresent air of outright
snobbishness at Supreme.

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In search of a denim boutique (Blue in Green) about
which Ray had heard talk, we passed the Kidrobot
store and kept it passing on like the circle of life. We
managed to hit Blue in Green and, after a quick chat
with the (initially drowsy-eyed) salesman about the
relative merits of Timex and Casio watches (he
reaffirmed my decision to wait and cop a G-Shock),
our streetwear train pulled out of the station and
headed back up Greene, towards Houston and the BAPE
store.

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As the "snow" finally turned, reprehensibly and
resolutely, towards undeniably freezing rain, Ray and
I headed towards the Busy Works Shop NYC with
visions of a 35% BAPE sale dancing before our eyes.
Sadly, the rumors of such a 半价 were greatly
exaggerated, and we had to settle with browsing the
incredibly (obviously) overpriced wares out on the
floor.

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After trying on a pair of trackstas (fly, but the price!),
Ray and I proceeded to our mutual favorite spot in
the city, America's one and only UNIQLO flagship
store.

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At the Uniqlo store, I was almost ready to copp on the
spot when I saw a $100 lambs' wool sweater marked
down to $9.99, but I had a feeling that this was as yet
still not exactly what was planned for us on that day.
Taking the cue to keep rolling, we proceeded on to
Lafayette and Supreme's New York installation.

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A true downtown landmark since the mid-90s.

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At UNIQLO, Ray and I ran into his old high school
homeboy Mark, also kicking it around downtown
before heading over to a church service. Because he
was also free for the rest of the afternoon, Mark
decided to keep on keepin on with us in the interest
of seeing what the city had to offer a handful of
fashion-forward- minded gentlemen such as ourselves.

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We headed north of Houston to hit up Recon/NORT (the retail
location owned by graf legend STASH) and I saw the first sign of
direct providence for the day: emblazoned on the window in giant
taped letters, 50-75% off sale. The long and short of it? All kicks in
store (and there were many) were marked down to $50, except one
exception...

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The exclusive Stash x Lacoste Revan Ardeurs, released only a few
weeks prior to our tour.

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Even the Foamposites - usually $200, OG's (Original Grails) to
many a nikehead - came down to $50. Sadly, these joints were only
available in 7's, a full size too small for even my feet.

I did, however, deign to respeckonize NORT's gangster by copping
a pair of Johnny Blaze Air Max 90/360 hybrids. These joints combine
the super-functionality of the Air Max 360 sole (launched in 2006)
with the superfly uppers of the 90 (the last Air Max with a cleanly
angled, non-Blade Runner-looking upper). 75% off? Chea.

After blundering our way around three square blocks of NoHo in the
increasingly post-diluvian streets of New York (every corner literally
requiring navigation of treacherous waters and ice slurry), we
decided to abandon all hope of finding DQM, the audibility of grapes
souring sounding suspiciously like my mutters about it being
overpriced, undersupplied, and overhyped.

So, from one block north of Houston on Lafayette, we turned our
weary soles towards the grand finale: The Reed Space/Annex.

Ever since the first time Ray and I kicked it and I noted his streetwear
tastes leaning in a strictly preferential fashion towards grown-up and
mature fashion and design, I have been telling him that he has to roll
over to Reed Space. More than a boutique or a retail location, Reed is a
showcase of design and collaboration, courtesy of the good folks over at
Staple Design. Especially after hearing about their pre-holiday offers
(30% off everything in Reed Space; Buy 1 Get 1 free on the already
50% reduced items in the Annex), we knew that this would be the
culmination, the embodiment of our one-day, two-man zeitgeist.
Turning down Houston, we braved 15 grueling minutes of exposure
to the elements and headed over towards Orchard and Rivington.

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The Staple-branded scooter in the Space; logos everywhere we go.

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OG SB cushions; 2002? 2003? This print hasn't been seen in at least
4 or 5 seasons.

After a good 45-60 minutes of browsing the various
available wares, Ray copped two tees from the Annex
(2 tees for $12 = teh win), and he and I went half and
half on a windbreaker and M65 combo (originally
retailing for $220 and $230, respectively, they wound
up costing us each $55), especially fortuitous as I'd
been looking for an outerwear tech jacket for some
time, but never even considered Staple's line, due to its
incredibly high price point (button-ups and crewnecks
MSRP fall in at slightly over $150). Win all around.

After every member of our motley ensemble had finally
copped (at an average savings of 75%, precisely the
magical figure for which I had been shooting), we
began feeling the effects of our long day's journey.
Before emerging into night-lit New York, we paused to
ask the Staple office staff about the local eateries;
receiving a recommendation for the corner pizza joint,
we headed over to sit and reflect, guarded from and as-
yet wary of the still-imposing (if immensely lightened)
precipitation.

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That umbrella took a beating, as did our baggage and
outerwears.

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Stuffed rice ball; Mark, a BK native, comments that they are nigh-
ubiquitous in said burough; Ray and I, callow in this area.

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As hunger pangs waned and digestion set in, Mark
made preparations to head over to church, Ray
started texting other friends from around the city, and
I hollered at my boy Lando Calrissian a/k/a Sir
Landelot b/k/a Landon S. A fellow ministry intern in
the city, Landon had - the week before - graciously
offered me a place to crash after my planned shopping
excursion: his bachelors' pad uptown. Hearing that he
was downtown, I headed over to Washington Square
via the Delancey St. station. Mark bounced at Delancey,
while Ray and I kicked a few last words on the train
uptown.

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The mountain men of Vermont!

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Before finally heading uptown, Landon had to jaunt by Union Square
for a quick errand.

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A small, bustling holiday market of odds, ends, and
trinkets had established itself around Union Square,
hawking wares in a charming fashion. Landon and I
dropped by to pick up a quaint - even naive - hat as a
Christmas present for his brother.

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More than vaguely Dickensian, even.

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Feeling out and selecting the goods.

On our way to his uptown digs, Landon decided to
take me by a special joint somewhere around the 5x
Street area, a particularly favored Gyro cart. I, being
a general fan of all things Hellenic, consented without
too great dissent.

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Posing against the cityscape.

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Caution: Men at Work.

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After grabbing our food on the rapidly chilling streets, we ducked
aside into the outside dining area of a local convenience mart.
Landon copped the drinks and we chatted freely - if somewhat
literally icily - over the still-steaming platters of food.

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Beef, tzatziki sauce, hot sauce, pita, and lettuce. I am
most definitely going back to those gyro carts nex'
time I hit the city.

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After a few side treks and with full gastrointestinal
tracts, Landon and I finally arrived at St. Nicholas
Place (reminder again: this story takes place one
week before Christmas) on 152nd Street in Harlem,
home of the bachelor pad.

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And what a pad! (Note: this is one room of one floor of a house
the number of whose floors, I may logically assume, is limitless. I
have confirmation of two such levels; I see no reason to not
extrapolate further and reasonably to the conclusion therefore
drawn.)

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My shoes, socks, and pants, steaming silently in the
heat of the windowsill radiator.

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Birch beer chilled, not in man-made machinery, but
rather by the very molecular entropy of a mound of
backyard snow. Keg-drafted, no less.

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And they have a pet, too.

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A fine place to be (the room, not Landon).

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Animals like me: proof photographic.

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Some manner of apple-laden baked goods, drawn, of
course, from the creme de la creme of the sort of
places that serve and sell such items: Magnolia.

[Next: Meeting up with Lydia, heading home,
Christmas!]

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

you win, Mr. West

jasoncollegechu (1:04:20 AM): So I guess I'm a fan of the new Kanye West
jasoncollegechu (1:04:24 AM): The album, I mean
jasoncollegechu (1:04:28 AM): Not the person
a****e******713 (1:04:33 AM): i see

Auto response from jasoncollegechu (1:04:33 AM): it's chillin', chillin

jasoncollegechu (1:04:40 AM): yeah
jasoncollegechu (1:04:56 AM): when I thought about it, it's really the first time autotune - in a pop setting - has been used as more than a gimmick
jasoncollegechu (1:05:17 AM): but rather, to express (even if clumsily) angst and emotion
jasoncollegechu (1:06:30 AM): and I got to respect that... plus it's superbly evocative of a mood, an atmosphere

Monday, October 13, 2008

Back to School

8/31/2008

Sunday8.31.2008:

About 36 hours after getting back into the States, I
prepared to move back to New Haven from my
parents' place in Delaware.

First, though, Mir0 and I grabbed lunch at Caffe
Gelato
in Newark.

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Mir0 was a senior at Charter when I was a freshman;
after graduating college, he spent a year at Yale. Best
a/k/a founder of PhalanX. He's in a doctoral program
on the West Coast now.

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Main Street, Newark. I spent many of my formative years on this
street.

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Lunch was aiight. A little classy for my tastes.

My parents and I drove up the coast shortly after
lunch.

After unpacking my belongings, we went to East
Melange
for dinner.

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A disaster.

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Tree in the bathroom.

August 31st was the night of the Woolsey Jam, Yale's
a capella showcase for freshmen, so I hung out with
Living Water.

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Luke.

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Karen.

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Kevin.

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Amy.

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Wen was in town too, just before leaving for Harvard
to begin med school.

After Living Water finished singing, a few of us
headed over to Jae's newly inaugurated freshman
counselor suite.

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Soren: fellow DS kid.

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Vic and summer roommate/PaperG intern Allen.

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All '08ers, God bless them.

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Rug. Or secret code?