So here i am, big day’s eve, sitting here awake like a kid waiting for christmas. Although i don’t quite know what awaits, lurking just on the other side of that sleep i desperately yearn for. Tomorrow is a big day. A HUGE day. For one, the life blood i poured into this album for the last 3 or 4 or 5 years is about to come pouring out into the world as the official release of SEX SELLS…you could call it my sophomore full length. I don’t know what to think or who to tell. Its f*%!# exciting. Like if you spent your entire college career working on one project, one thesis, and it was about to be mass produced. I owe a big thank you to the Om family for putting in all the years of patience, and now for putting their muscle behind the thing. Since this is somewhat of a test entry, ill keep it short, after a little bit more of the story…
So check it out: several moons ago, i was workin away at Fox Sports (I mix audio there), thinking if i cheated sleep cycles – big money would come my way. So I worked away, chasing dreams in my own studio till 3AM then getting up at 5 to go to ‘the soccer shop’ to pull some shiny coin by the hour there. There were sleep aids and anti sleep aids of great variety in my life back then, so things were dandy, hazy, delusional, and also full of good times!
So i got off work one day, more wrecked and exhausted than usual, flopped into my car, and drove a little ways down Wilshire Blvd, till i realized i need to crash for a bit. Yank the lever and brrrrrt goes the seat back at the same time as my eyes roll back in my head and i drift into sweet rush-hour car-nap paradise. But there’s a catch. Tap tap tap goes my window with a hefty parking ticket on it and (you have to say it in a nasaly teacher voice) “this is a traffic zone after 4:00, sir…”. Her name was officer bullpit, ’nuff said. I grunted awake and writhed in tired pain, fired up the truck and pulled a right down the next street.
Then I dozed off again, sweet soft nap comfort, and BAM!!!!!!!! Airbags! Smoke! A bunch of teenagers going "woah, man, are you alright?’, and a brand new Volvo SUV, one of them fancy ones, parked right where i was trying to take a rolling nap!!!! The Nerve!!! Anyways the moral of the story is: DONT DRIVE WITHOUT INSURANCE. My car is ruined. The volvo has a ding. You want to know how much they want to fix the ding? Five grand.