Dearest 'Big Fella upstairs' (or Lady, as the case may be),
I Bizzy Dot, am trying to work overtime, and would greatly benefit from some extra hours in each day (25 or 26 hrs per day would do nicely).
I sincerely hope that this wouldn't be too much to ask, especially from the renowned architect in the sky.
Lord knows if i'm likely to get a reply to this letter (no pun intended), but until such point in time when I know what your response is I will simply make do with the amount of hours daily that you already provide.
Rather than make requests I usually just 'keep it moving', after all I've always been sure that life keeps you more busy than Bizzy Dot, so instead of gorging myself on chocolate this easter, I'm going to focus on being the 'Goose that lays Golden Eggs'.
It doesn't help that I'm not sure what laying a golden egg entails; but I've always believed you provide to those that take the first steps themselves.
Anyways, I have a tendency to rattle on... (having said that thanks for the eloquence to do so), thus I'm going to wrap this up now.
To sum it up; hope everything is well and that 'the others' aren't giving you to much stress, sorry that you don't hear from little me as much as you probably should, hopefully the next time I stop for a chat I'll have more good news.
Until then, God, give me strength x.
Yours faithfully,
Lil Trist
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Friday, 6 April 2012
Good Friday...
It's 'Good Friday' today.
In a wider sense I couldn't really tell you what that means (I type whilst somehow raising both hands in the air); the weathers nice, I ain't eating no fish today cau that ain't really my thing and I don't think I can make most of the phone calls on my list until Tuesday.
So what else is good?
My agenda today is simple; design, blog, discuss and evaluate designs.
Oh and of course not to be as mundane as this post is *_* until later Ciao Bello people!
Who knows? I might even catch some sun
In a wider sense I couldn't really tell you what that means (I type whilst somehow raising both hands in the air); the weathers nice, I ain't eating no fish today cau that ain't really my thing and I don't think I can make most of the phone calls on my list until Tuesday.
So what else is good?
My agenda today is simple; design, blog, discuss and evaluate designs.
Oh and of course not to be as mundane as this post is *_* until later Ciao Bello people!
Who knows? I might even catch some sun
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Missing...
I really must stop being irratic. I'd prefer to flow with euphimisms such 'eccentric', but the reflection staring back at me is that of a monster; an espresso guzzling calamity of ideas tapping away at a keyboard as cigarette smoke dances to the sounds of vibrant indie music.
It's likely Two Door Cinema Club will be my band for the summer, my professional careers status is less tangible.
In terms of physical progress, my skills have steadily improved, the problem is I need to come out of cave mode.
Since I stopped consistently blogging I've mainly been bolstering my skilss as an graphic artist. I swapped updating facebook statuses for sketching at every oppurtunity, everytime i've turned on the computer recently its been to finish panels for my webcomic rather than to blog.
Posting no longer feels like second nature... but hopefully it's like riding a bike, because fact is Bizzy Dots back.
It's likely Two Door Cinema Club will be my band for the summer, my professional careers status is less tangible.
In terms of physical progress, my skills have steadily improved, the problem is I need to come out of cave mode.
Since I stopped consistently blogging I've mainly been bolstering my skilss as an graphic artist. I swapped updating facebook statuses for sketching at every oppurtunity, everytime i've turned on the computer recently its been to finish panels for my webcomic rather than to blog.
Posting no longer feels like second nature... but hopefully it's like riding a bike, because fact is Bizzy Dots back.
Labels:
Bizzy Dot,
East London,
Graphic art,
Graphics,
misc,
Stratford,
Two Door Cinema Club,
West Ham
Monday, 6 February 2012
Friday, 23 September 2011
Do wat I want...
Your average MC spits bars; very few can say they spit lava, Dizzle can say he does.
The 'Do wot I want' EP is testament to that.
Even though he may have been somewhat inactive recently, as both a long time mainstay in the grime scene and the sibling of a succesful artists - Dizzle already has history.
This is the 'sophomore effort' from an artist many have always had great expectations from, and quite possibly proof that Dizzle already has a future.
Although the production comes from names as sterling as 'Faze Miyaki' and 'Bless Beats', one has to respect the loyalty that is getting Bruza and Mayhem rather than some of the more 'en vogue' names to guest.
There'll always be 'pretenders to the thrown' out here in the Grime Scene, but with Dizzle ready to go, it seems many may get a spanner in their works! This clash spinner / rave burner has come along way in order to be a fully fledged artist and this is clearly just the beginning...
Just click on the tracklist below to download the EP (it's free!)
Shout out to Dizzle Kid again, hopefully the downloads keep going strong!
Labels:
bruza,
dizzle kid,
do wat i want ep,
Dubstep,
East London,
Grime,
mayhem,
MYK HARPZ,
UK Hip Hop
Monday, 12 September 2011
Your dreams are sweet and obsessed...
A lot has happened in both THE world and My world since the last time I was 'in the office'.
There's a lot I have to get through as I get back up to speed, but lets start with lyrics: namely 'Ize of the world by The Strokes'
This song is my life story
I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be try to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and searched for its place in the night
Your body followed this feeling like following light
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud
You're sad but you smile
It not in your eyes
Your eyeballs won't change
It's the muscles around your eyes
An egg to fertilize
A pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize
A life to scrutinize
A child to criticize
Young adults to modernize
Citizens to terrorize
Generations to desensitize
You're dreams are sweet and obsessed
And your overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)
Be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed
Am I a prisoner to instincts?
Or do my thoughts just live
As free and detached
As boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born
And detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds
Or for falling apart?
Night after night
You turn out the light
You don't fall asleep right away
"Are we... are we done?"
A desk to organize
A product to advertise
A market to monopolize
Movie stars you idolize
Leaders to scandalize
Enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize
Fury to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize
Cities to vapor-i
'cause they'll be try to knock you down in some way
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and searched for its place in the night
Your body followed this feeling like following light
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud
You're sad but you smile
It not in your eyes
Your eyeballs won't change
It's the muscles around your eyes
An egg to fertilize
A pulse to stabilize
A body to deodorize
A life to scrutinize
A child to criticize
Young adults to modernize
Citizens to terrorize
Generations to desensitize
You're dreams are sweet and obsessed
And your overworked
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)
Be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed
Am I a prisoner to instincts?
Or do my thoughts just live
As free and detached
As boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born
And detached from your heart
Is your free time to free minds
Or for falling apart?
Night after night
You turn out the light
You don't fall asleep right away
"Are we... are we done?"
A desk to organize
A product to advertise
A market to monopolize
Movie stars you idolize
Leaders to scandalize
Enemies to neutralize
No time to apologize
Fury to tranquilize
Weapons to synchronize
Cities to vapor-i
Labels:
Ize of the world,
misc,
the strokes
Friday, 24 June 2011
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