We Got It(body)! You Want It(thrills)?

Wow, first of all thank you so much for giving me so much support. Visually and direct-vocally. I knew that it was going to be a good weekend when I had mad e-mails saying how they can't wait to see me or hear my new/old stuff. It's been a hot minute since I've been back to Columbia and they sure know how to party and like to do it as much as we do down here in Crunktown. There is mass documentation from my crew so pictures should be up on myspace later today or tomorrow. Holler at them: myspace.com/slothpuppets
Funny side-story: In the A.M. Hours of between 2 & 3 we, Conrad, Matt and I, got very hungary and had no clue if there was any food around so we went to the next thing, a corner store. We get there get our shit and see a troubled man waiting in the back of the line. I guess this was prime time for people to hit up this store. Anyways, we get ready to be next and home boy just falls down and starts sleeping. He dropped all his slim jims and three dollars, his hat fell off too. The people were nice enough to stick his slim jims and $3.00 into his hat and put it on him. "Buddy you better wake up before the cops come for their free cup of coffee," the cashier yelled. All of us laughed and left to go drown ourselves.
Saturday was about all over the place in Charleston. Running on six hours of sleep we zoomed back to our house to try and nap but the "itch" came back and we had to do what we had to do. Leaving my house of Jay's was a trip I don't think worth taking. After being surrounded by about seventy scene kids and sixteen-year-olds(same people), I had to sit through a bad crossxfading D.J. He had good remixes though. I got to play for twenty to twenty-five minutes and then the cops came. A lot of people did thank me so much for that almost half-an-hour of dancing. I didn't think people would dance because it was early and it wasn't hardcore music being played. Hmmm. People do that darndest things, huh? I thought I was in deep shit because I, and about several other people, where the only people there that were 21+. The cops just let me go, I guess because I had to pack up my stuff. The night wasn't completely lost because I was invited to play the V-day party at 89 Columbus street.
Ah. These are the people I couldn't wait to see. As soon as I walk up with my 22" speakers I hear someone say, "Oh shit. THE D.J. IS HERE!"
"GEOFF'S HERE! PARTY TIME! YEAHHHHHHH!" Then the countless people who came up to me when the band was ending to ask, "Oh. Wow!? You're playing?" It was just a twinkle in the star system and it gave me a nice feeling in my heart to be loved. On V-Day. Thanks Hallmark!

Speaking of star system, I was going to try and figure out what astrologically happend on Saturday night/Sunday morning; 7:25 A.M., that was really significant. It had to do with the 7th & 12th houses alignning and creating the Earth's inner love to be released. Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm right or not but you should check it out on Google or something. Well I gotta end this because that damn PS3 is calling my name but I will leave with a quote.
I think Jessica Ferrell said it best when she told me at the bar on Sunday, " just because of so many reasons of having such good friends, and that just only being one catagory, is the reason I don't think I can leave Charleston." Amen sister!

The One That's About Music, Mostly

To get the reminescent things from the mountain out of the way, I will just tell you by short sentences. Okay. Go!
- Lots of drinking and weed smoking.
- Drum solos.
- Me incorporating: "Shoot'er!" and "Clevah gal," from Jurrasic Park, as drinking shouts. If you remember from last year I was able to get everyone: A. Respect Bryon Spicer. B. Have everyone scream at the top of their lungs "Ooze" and "INCONCIEVABLE!"
- During P.J. Pong someone flashed their asshole. Pretty amazing.
- Nudity snow sledding.
- scrapes and black eyes, again.
- I slept/passed out several times on Saturday.
- Dragged down the stairs to get liqour poured down my throat, again.
- Almost saw my "roomies" fuck.
To say the least, it was a great time and everyone enjoyed what all of us, as an entity, have been waiting for for the whole year. If you'd like to see photos and a video of what went down, you can visit my myspace page. www.myspace.com/slothpuppets and go to the "This is How We Party. Fuck Yr City." Album and the video is the newest upload so that should be on the main screen when you go to the "videos" part under my defualt picture.

Now, for the music part. The first tale is an exciting one that entails jazz! So, at a house show that my sister was playing at I saw an old friend that I LOVE TO DEATH! She brought up how she misses Hi-liter Hearts, the band that we started with another, and that since she moved back; yayyyyy, she wants to start something. Well, I know her voice, so beautiful, and think it's for a very specific type of music(you should know what style that is, reader). So about a week or two later my friend from Columbia comes to my area and she speaks to me about how our old guitarist just doesn't want to play music with her and I tell her that me and my old friend are going to be working on a project and that she should be envolved since they both have such great voices. There's only one problem, I have no band mates that talented in that area, nor do I have a convienent practice space, so it looks like I might have to be the one writing all the music. This would be no problem to me if I wasn't already swamped with other shit. I do not want to fail them so I will be trying my hardest. This is where you come in, reader, if you know any artists who are skilled in the field of jazz, mostly lounge, please-please-please-please-please-please-please let me know! Call/message/e-mail me as soon as possible. I already have some ideas building up to a song I just need to finish them and get the timings right for all. One of the hardest parts, which I've forgotten is getting lyrics to match with the style of music. Of course it has to be a bunch of heart breaking stuff but the tempo has to be right as well. Yuck.

I've been running into other band member a bit and he tells me he's going to SXSW! I'm so jealous! Not only is he going but he's playing. It's insane. I would love to play that shit. I hope all goes well, I would want to go with him but alas, school, work, other band, starting another band and minor skateboarding. That's what I get. Everyday! Yikes!

Today Ishkra, my new band with John Michael, R.J. Paul, Kevin Clayton and I, is going to start recording. I think it will be a late session because of everyone getting out of class; which I didn't do today, so I better be prompt. Unlike R.J. During our show. Holy shit, everyone, this is a story...
See all week we thought we were going to be playing a local venue so we had been practicing extra hard. We've only been a band for a month now! So, anyways, it turns out that the show couldn't be booked at the venue so we decide to throw it at our practice space. Enough people come we're ready and the vibe is set. Then out of left field, well, actually he'd been getting shithouse since practice, R.J. Is, well, shithouse. These are the events that made him look like an asshole and us a suck-band; though people did like us, oddly enough:(this is all R.J. Too)
- Knocks over keyboard first song
- Fucks John Michael's amp first song
- Runs into Kevin first song
- Elegantly runs into my drums second song
- The head of his bass guitar makes it to the back of an audience member's neck; drunk fall status
- By the end he throws his bass guitar on the floor and continues to drink to where he is throwing up in the bathroom by the end of our set.
After the last band, for some reason, people wanted to see us again. What the fuck!? I dont' understand. John Michael is drunk and Kevin and I are the only ones sober so by the end of the 2nd set it's just Kevin and I playing party-jam music. All-and-all it was a good show? Oh yeah, and by the time everyone was leaving R.J. Punched John Michael in the side of the face and then got pushed into the road. He ended up at a bar. Great!

Well, the new NEONGOLDEN!! Mixtape: 7tween (+bonus of course)are going to be released for Feb. Next weekend and I'm very excited because there are a fair share of pre orders that are coming via-myspace.com so if you want yours you know where to go message me. I guess you could do it here too but I check the myspace account more since more people message me through there anyways. Another perk that seems to be in the near future is NEONGOLDEN!! Will be in production of shirts-form. You know usually I do not charge for my D.J. Stuff but now this is serious money coming out of my pocket and there will probably have to be set prices so I'm sorry but you gotta respect ya boy and his needs. The key is I have two friends working on designs and I'm also working on one. I'm more stoked to see what the friend's are making because I have my set design, I just need to work on it. I hope it doesn't come out to "hipster'ish" though but it looks like it will be going in that direction. For the time being you can be excited, like me, by donating money for the new mixtape that will be out next weekend! Just let me know what your address is and/or if you want to meet up and do an exchange. I also barter for mixtapes, meaning if you got something that you can give me, art, fine food, wine or alochol, old clothes and accessories, I will gladly take it.

Hope life has been getting to you like it has for me. SOUP'S READY!

A Very Specific Handshake to Those Who Have Helped.

Today I posted in livejournal about how the past few has been really hectic and tiring. The only thing that was picking me up is the upcoming vacation: MOUNTAIN WEEKEND is coming up. Also that a new band that I've always wanted to get off the ground is finally practicing this weekend and that we have a show this weekend as well. Ha. That's crazy, but we're all talented so I believe that we can do it without ease. Well, today at trivia, which we got third place in, I got a call from Lucy and she told me that my mixtape is playing on the radio tomorrow night!!!!
This was such a big pick up for me today, it's not that it's been a shitty day, because I was actually thinking this morning; getting 3 hours of sleep, of texting/calling her about if that was still going to happen. I can't believe I'm going on the radio. Geaz. I just hope people listen/like it.

If you want to listen to it tomorrow, it will be airing around 10:00 P.M. The website you can listen to it is:
web-site: wusc.sc.edu
Instructions: click on webstream on the left and it will open in iTunes
If you're staying tomorrow night, don't have anything listen to; and next to a laptop or any media device that can download, or having a dance party, please, please, please listen to this tomorrow! It will mean a lot to me if you also tell me what you think, even though you've probably heard it before. I'll kiss your face off your face!

Okay, so I'm offically worn out from today of going to school; early, writing a two page paper, skateboarding and kicking minor ass in trivia while drinking two brewsleys. The last bit of shit I got to say is, why the fuck is youtube bogarding all the mainstream music videos(some underground dance videos too); I think it's the labels that are doing it, and please come to the show on Saturday. I think this is somewhat of correct information:
* THIS SATURDAY
* 89 Columbus St.
* 9:00 P.M.
* STRONGLY ADVISED DONATIONS FOR BANDS!!!!!!!!
* Smallpox
- Byronhouse
- 2 other touring bands
- and my band, whatever the hell we're called

I think this is going to be a good weekend. Gosh. So much to look forward to at the end. Infact, I think this is going to be a good year. I thought about it driving home from school today that I'm going to try and be good since I'm laying off meat for a while. Oh. And layin' off the dark cola too.


TOMORROW! 10:00 P.M!
web-site: wusc.sc.edu
Instructions: click on "webstream" on the left and it will open in iTunes

How You Say: #1?

Oh man! Texas was awesome and as if I can't stress that enough there are pictures in the works of being uploaded via-myspace. I would post them here but everytime I try with html they come out too big for the screen and blogspot only has certain standards. Pretty lame. For some reason this week has been a confusing one. I meet VERY old friends that I've lost contact with then drama shit happends from left field and birthdays are going on. Yes, it's been that sort of week. All over the place. So, in order to get this blog started; and the mention of old friends, I will play this old song that I haven't heard in a long time(talkin' at least five years now.).
So Kyle and I are some what starting on our project " The Market Crash" and we're really excited because now everyone is hyped for it. It's mainly going to be a club D.J. Duo. I really don't know why people are so excited about it because it's just going to be us freestyling about girls with big butts, money, alcohol, cocaine, girls with big breasts, weed, 40oz., mushrooms and all that other stuff that you talk about with your parents. The funny thing is that people have already heard us freestyling at pretty much every party we go to. Kinda don't see why we're going to be a big deal. Foreman and I had a music revelation as well, when we saw all these crappy bands playing and just spoke over them about how we need to make more music; The Ultimate Weapon AND No Joke! It's going to be very difficult with me because of school and work and more work but I really want to help him out so we can help you out with your lives. I'm more excited about more No Joke because there are so many motives to that band and we can do it as a duo but independent as well. Speaking of independent, NEONGOLDEN!! Is a major success. For a li'l minute I've been giving out monthly mixtapes, yes, I've been on the radio and will have a podcast for Clemeson radio, yes, but now motherfuckers are going to want to start giving me money for monthly mixtapes! That's so rewarding. I mean, usually I just want you, the reader, the listener, my #1 FAN to tell me what you think about my stuff. Like really critque me. Now money is involved? Sheesh.

So, I guess in order to end this weekend and start the new semester I'm going to have a major chill day, I would love to go to the beach, and trust me the weather is nothing to worry about, but all the damn driving I did last night was insane. Plus, I'm so sore from skateboarding for 5 hours. Yuck. It was worth it, I'm sure Matthew got some wonderful pictures. Plus, it was really beautiful and I got to share my favorite beer with him and Conrad. It was very premium. Today, however, in all of it's chillness and relaxation, I will be throwing a pajamm party. Yep, movies, beer, probably fucking popcorn and who knows, maybe some ambien. You're more than welcome to come if you know where I live. We're watching blu-ray DVD's on my playstation3 if we decide to go rent some if not we'll just get pirated movies from the playstation anyways. Welp, hope to see you in my bed or around campus or just anywhere during this glorious year. Please, give me a call, e-mail, myspace thingy or my favorite, a written letter.

much!

(me)X(ic)O

I don't care who wants to come or where it's showing but I'm going to see this movie. I kinda like True Blood but Twilight was really dumb and is misleading to the monster: Vampire. Yes they are the masters of seduction but let's not forget what they are truely after. Slaves (women), blood, pleasure, etc..? There's also some other cinemas I want to see but I think I'm just going to wait and download them. Except for Danny Boyle's new film, unless it's already out, because it looks really amazing.



I thought about some things I want to for Christmas and the only thing I can think of is PS3 Games and records. The reason why I want some records is because my friend is giving me a deal! Steal deal(another one)! He's giving a mad hook up of two turntables, two channel mixer, 100 watt amp, extra needles and some records. I checked out these price tags for the items and it comes out to almost $1700.00 (+shipping & handeling) that man, that man that I've been skating with and partying with for almost six years is handing me all that down for $500.00
All I need is the money. I don't want to ask for it throug from parents and realatives because I think that us being here is a great gift enough. I'm hoping that I can get it through odd jobs.




There's more to tell about what I've been doing in Texas but I'm being distracted right now so I'll have to update that on some free time. Maybe tomorrow.

Later.

The South Is Getting More Souther(n).

So, I've been working my bum off to get the Christmas-presents thing out of the way, but now I see that I may not be able to get MY christmas present for MYSELF. It's sad because it's the type of present that will keep on giving. However, I finally will be getting a new car. I think, that is probably a better alternative anyways. My car is way overdue to get scrapped and we already have too many cars in the drive way anyways.
In "now" news, Grzegorz Jonkajty has finished his second short film, (the) Ark, his first being Mantis, and has decided to release it for all the websters to view it for free. He also has it for sale at the website: thearkshortfilm.com
It's really worth buying so I suggest you get it. Hay! Could be a good Christmas present?



In other news, I HAVE RELEASED my latest creation: PRTY LKE UH LBSTR!: Let 'em Cum. The third and final piece to the PRTY LKE UH LBSTR! Collection. I'm really accomplished that I finished it. The people that have listend to it, since it's release yesternight; and have listend to part 1 & 2, told me it's really good and couldn't have ended the series in any other way. If you want your copy, you know what to do. Message me via-here, myspace or e-mail(Pukeshiza@gmail.com); if you have my number you can call it or text it. Out of state-purchasers must send me their mailing address!!



I'M SO STOKED ABOUT TEXAS!!!


P.S. I saw a bike rider get hit by a car the other day and it made me want to stop driving automobiles completely. So crazy.

To Say "Hello" To An Alarmed Goodbye

Crash No: 16
Fault No:(According to authorities "mine")5
Injuries: Me: none
Mother: Whiplash
Father: Fractured Knee, authritis in lower-back; all due to being run over by (second)truck.
The first: An 18-wheeler (years before tonight)
Second: '99 Cheve.

As I told my sister, "I know I'm not going to sleep." It just keeps on replaying in my mind. But before we do the schematics of the crash, it can only written as in the following sequences of events.
On Saturday I discovered that my mother had it's second break in it's radiator. I got her and my father to come pick me up from my sister's house, via-my car. We decided to drop off my mom's car at my sister's house so my dad and I could fix it tomorrow. In the eight minutes it took for us to get from a couple blocks away from where the car was parked to my sister's house my car's radiator had sprung a leak. For some reason, I think due to my front right break being fucked, we came up with the solutions that we were going to take my mum's car back to Summerville. We stopped to try and fix it but by the time we got to the Air Force base; about 12 miles from the house, the car was pretty much ready to fucking explode. We got a block away from Ashley Phosphate, from Dorchester; about 10 miles from the house, when we came to a stop light and the car stalled out. We all thought, "well, luckily we're stalled next to the gas station!" Unfortunately we were two medians; not blocked medians, and four lanes from the gas station.
So pop and I decide that we need to push it, of course, and my mom steer. I'm saying this in the most lucky way that I can, fucking seriously. When we were tryin to push the car we couldn't and figured that the parking break was on. So my dad went to tell my mother that it was and to push it down. I was looking behind me because of traffic and I noticed that a car was coming and wasn't slowing down. I decided that I would move out the way until my father came back to the car and the car was still coming and I noticed it wasn't switching lanes to avoid us so I stepped into the median and my dad starting heading to the rear to start pushing and I remember just wanting to shout "JUMP!" All that came out was, "WAIT!WAIT!WAIT!" Then, the truck had collided with ours and my dad had got flown into the air.
Need I remind you that I was standing from the side watching all of this. I thought that my father would roll on top of the hood because he got thrown up, but it turned out that the momentum that pushed our car forward had created a suction and pulled him under. This was the scariest part. He did not get run over but he did get pushed and dragged by the front passenger tire, doing a 360 degree roll under the truck; I thought his head had also done a FULL 360 DEGREE TURN automatically killing him. I ran up to him and he fucking-amazingly-through-some-luck-of-fate got up and WALKED FROM UNDERNEATH THE TRUCK! I sat him down, while dialing 911 and checked on my mother.
Usually I'm the one who is getting taken care of during times like these, so this was my first time, EVER IN MY LIFE, having to dial and report, speak with the cops and the mother fucker who almost killed my dad. After a while my mother spoke with the cops and old guy and then my dad came to and spoke to both as well before going to the hospital. All I can type now is thank Whomever that it was this and not any worse; this would have not been typed at all because I would probably be fucking dead if I decided to not look behind me. My father is home and getting rest.
As far as retaliation actions go: the cops, as was written in the beginning, said that we were at fault because we were in the middle of the street and our car was busted and there is no proof that the light was red or green.
The retaliation action we recieved from our friend whom is a lawyer: If you had your emergency lights on, which we did, and that we were hit from behind, which we were, that man is at fault. I gathered this legal course by myself but not only can we take him to court for Car VS. Car but also for Car VS Man. Like I wrote and said before, I know I'm not going to sleep, so if you want to talk or text or message me do so. I'm still in something of a "shock."

I just want to go on vacation and not worry.