esh: thinly veiled.

so yeah. life is wonderful yet unpredictable. big changes to this dude’s existence recently, but i feel like being an actual blogger instead of just some kind of fake music journalist, so it’s all out there for you all to see, i suppose.

Professor Meat and i are playing a show at the Boulder Dark Horse this saturday at 10pm. i’ll be “working the decks” (aka pressing buttons on my computer at almost the right time) for the music and he’ll be blaring rhymes out the mic cord. should be a blast really.

it’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep up this double-life thing i’ve got going. by day, a political operative, talking to lawmakers and interests and constituents in my serious voice (i’ve learned to turn the accent on and off at will, which rules) and by night (sometimes) a producer, manager, and hip-hop head. it would seem clear to most that these two worlds simply cannot meet. if i walk into the state capitol with my fitted tilted shouting “yes, yes, yall” i will be summarily banned and fired from any serious job i could ever want in this world.

the people i admire the most are the ones who are infinitely and endlessly themselves. name dropping nietzsche right now is appropriate.

nietzsche.

my old roomate and good friend Matlack Radio showed up on my porch yesterday. he lived with me here in boulder for about a year, then went back to philly to pursue, you know, cheesesteaks or whatever. turns out the kid will do anything for a road trip (including moving to boudler with me for a year) and he was on another one, which had a stop here. my OTHER ex roomates pat and scot also just returned from a 6 week long southeast asia adventure, so i brought matlack over to their new house with my NEW roomates Jessi and Lo, and it was the “Ian roomate extravaganzafest 08″ the only ones missing were dave, sarah, and riker, all of whom are in other parts of the country.

there’s something to this carpetbagging thing. just pick up your entire life (or whatever you can fit in your dodge) and move somewhere where you know few people, and no good bars. seems like i’ve made a bunch of really great friends since i’ve moved here, and for that i am extremely grateful.

back in jersey, i never had a problem making friends. i was a pretty popular dude because my family moved a bunch when i was a little kid, and because of my age relative to my peers (i’m younger by enough months so that i played sports with the kids in the grade below me, went to school with kids my grade, and raised hell with kids older than me) i’ve become rather flexible in meeting people.

perhaps this is what’s responsible for my chameleon-esque (TOTALLY SPELLED CHAMELEON CORRECTLY ON THE FIRST TRY!) way of interacting socially. which makes me very happy.

also, what the fuck is this?  breakup season?  within two days of going through my own relationship-breakage it seems like everyone and their uncle is not only ending their relationships, but broadcasting it on facebook.  still totally weird to me, the concept of a horn being blown at any and everyone the second someone’s relationship status changes on the internet.  they should monitor traffic to inboxes of newly single 20 somethings and track the results to note the frequency of exes or old flames typing out a quick, pathetic, “what’s up yo” to a newly single, damaged, and probably vengeful former lover.  

viddy dat.