Archive for March, 2010

Someone special popped a pimple on my cheek about an hour ago and its all dried up and turning into a crusty mutation. “Bukowski made acne sexy,” she said as she squeezed the medium sized boil.

I wrote a blog a couple of weeks ago about this woman that I had a huge crush on and she seemed to think that I was talking about her. She emailed me, “I did read your blog tho, and its pretty cool. its sweet that you like me, i appreciate it. maybe i’ll submit something particularly for your website..” Gimme a fucking break! I am working on the upcoming G.O.D. live set that will consist of the following songs: G.O.D. (Aint Nuthin to Fuck With), To Live and Die (in the 305), Passin’ Out (Step Into the Space Ship), Crack for Pussy (Pussy for Crack), Days Go Crazy (Payin the Hos), TNT (Taint Nuthin to It), P. Diddy (I Took a Shitty), Nick of Hard (Ghost of Xanax) and I think that’s gonna be it right now.

Here was my first draft for the liner notes for the upcoming cassette: G.O.D. initially stood for three things: Gonna Over Dose-because at the time that’s what was happening all around me; Gimme One Dolla-because at the time I was going into parking lots and gas stations asking people for spare change because I was a homeless recreational drug user; and Ghost of Dirty, because at the time I believed with all of my heart that the ghost of ODB was using my physical form as an instrument to make music that he would have created if he had lived. I am not a rapper. I did not put any effort into trying to sound like ODB. I know what happened to me in that small studio in Homestead where I recorded most of this stuff. I know that I was abducted by aliens…it does happen.

It was my cocaine-binge creation that many artists experience. Like Jay-Z, I had an ice cube tray in the freezer. Just listening to my voice on these tracks, I can feel it going down my throat…that taste…I would wake up in the middle of the day with the microphone still in my hand and the eight track digital recording device still running. I would step outside and the sunlight would make me nauseous and dizzy. I would walk to the corner store and get a Natty Ice. I don’t even remember recording a majority of these songs. I’ve never put so much of myself into a single project. And I also think that it is still relevant to what’s going on in the world today. I mean, it was only a few years ago that I made this music but at the time: George W. Bush was President.

I have changed my views on some of the issues. I mean, the world is a very different place when you are eating food out of trash cans, and pissing on your feet to prevent fungus. I want people to understand that I still love these songs, but I am not into being the Ghost of Dirty anymore. It was a 24/7 gig. Now, I just want to share with the world the joy of my past mistakes.

I’d like to thank Matt and Roofless Records for bringing it all back, Dwight for coming to Cremator, Adam, Hell Vomit and Thrash or Die, Devastator, Faethom, Kevin Warhaft, Robert Rasmussen, Rafa Rodriguez, Tufnell Park, Mauro, Kentish Town Squat, EJ, Arqui, Steve Newman, Jen Taco, Daniel Roller, Dingle, Ryan, Ernie, Cody, Lil Fran, Red, Anisha, Pancho, Jheanell, Cable, Scum Sean, Julie, Jess, Chris, Sincere, Jules, Leiland, Jason, Shorty, Beamer, Cavan, Nancy, Jake Katel, Raina, Patrice, Carriger, Bevin, Seth Menachem, Nick H., Herb, Henna, Susan, Rick Ross, Trick Daddy, RZA, Ted Lucas, Fly, Jealousy, Capt. Daniel, Kelly, Kris Garcia, Oscar, Mirabel, Teddy, Elora, Dave Daniels, Bat Cave (Brooklyn), Oil Cans (Philly), Eddie, Cara, Matt Sweeting, Jane and Juan for letting me live in their house, Fillipino Robert, Ken, Kenny, Stare, New Orleans, Greyhound, CSX, Sea Bass, Bane, Snaggle Tooth, Tiger and Carl in Gainesville, Miami New Times, everyone who ever called me Azar,

And most of all…Allie.

I drank the holy purp from Lil Wayne’s styrofoam cup, and got it on video!

I mean, I went to the studio to do some interviews for a local shit rag, and there were like…hundreds of styrofoam cups all over the place…and they all had a little bit of the syrup in them. So, I poured it all into one cup and drank it. I then had the courage and initiative to pop my Ghost of Dirty CRKDMKS CD into the recording shit. Mack Maine got pissed, and hit me in the leg. Birdman was in another room smoking blunt after blunt and I got high. He was watching Lil Wayne in one of the recording booths and he said, “You ain’t even gonna know he’s gone. We are going to record shit from prison. Thats why we moving up there. So I can see my son. I can’t do nothin without my son.” I have footage of this interview on my camera, but you know what? I need to make some fucking money. I currently have a job making $20 an hour having fun…but…I need more hours people! I need to have my own house already. I need to pay off all my various fees. This website is going out of business soon, and we need some money to keep it going and to make it better. Since the Ghost of Dirty Discography is going to be released in May by Roofless Records, I am performing again as G.O.D. You can buy one of my drawings at Sweat Records for $20. You can book G.O.D. at your club or venue. I promise, I do not drink before I get onstage anymore. I have been watching videos of myself while intoxicated, and I look like a fool. Video therapy is my entree. I don’t want to be such an idiot ever again. And to anyone out there that I was an asshole to, I am sorry. I have some really good friends out there, and I love you…even if you still call me “Azar”…Enjoy the short film that I just made. Its above this paragraph that I just wrote. It has me talking to Carmelo Anthony outside the studio.

ttyl,
G.O.D.

I wipe my ass with a Sean John shirt.

Its weird how the universe works. I have this art exhibit at Sweat Records, and I am as focused as ever on these drawings. But while I was installing the drawings at Sweat Records, Matt….who works there and runds a local record label offers to put out a Ghost of Dirty discography. So of course I am excited about it. There is going to be a sick release party in a few months. I need to start practicing the craft of performing again. Am I going to sing, rap, or just talk….anyway…gimme a call….

Ghost of Dirty was not a phase. It was one of many paranormal experiences that I have enjoyed during my life so far. The actual ghost has been exorcised, but those binge-induced songs remain stored on a digital eight track waiting for the right moment to be revealed to the world. The full G.O.D. discography will be released in the next month or so by Roofless Records. There will be a release party/ seminar , that you will not want to miss. Please ask yourself the following:

1. What are you trying to manifest now?

2. What tools or practices are you using to achieve this? (eg: Goal setting, affirmations, Law of Attraction, vision boards, meditation etc)

3. Are you 100% confident you are doing everything you can to make it work, or do you still have some doubts?

Check out the video below: And yes…I was abducted by aliens…

Stay tuned for more info. … … or click on the above link for Roofless Records. It is an awesome record label based in the greatest city in the world: Miami. Miami. 305. I love it.