Sanchez Jr.

Fick Kunst - Spoke version

admin — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:29:42 +0000

I enjoyed turning this rap song into a monologue piece, was thinking about adding visuals then realized it would be unnecessary fluff.. maybe.

Looney Loc The Rebel

admin — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 23:15:07 +0000

In 93 i introduced my cousin to rap with a snoop dog cassette. He was like 8 or 9. A couple of years later he started rapping, around the same time his step-dad was murdered by druglords that remain unavenged, perhaps even dead by other mens bullets. His step-dad was a positive influence in his life, and was beginning to change his delinquent vagabonds until tragedy, faith, consequence, call what u want, crashed and his reality, an inner city kid, fatherless, all began to shape into a predictable cliche. By the time he hit 20, he was rapping with Too short, had done several shows across the country and was casted for spanish TV shows for an urban hip hop show. In 2003, he fucked with the wrong crew and had to leave los angeles for nearly a year. In 2004 he came back to los angeles, and so did i. We discussed making music videos for him. several months later he ended up in a line up accused for stealing a video camera. His studio had already own 2 video cameras. He didnt need to steal a camera, he actually didnt steal a camera, but he had tattoos on his face, and apparently the women remembered tattoos. So the story goes. But it didnt end in jail, instead, they detained him for months then deported him to mexico. Undocumented all his life, he was fucked.

He made several attempts to get back into the country and got caught and sent to an American jail before being deported once again. Stuck in TJ for nearly 3 years, i spoke to him for the first time in 2 years. His mansions in his head have faded. He read me his poetry, drunk, of the things wrote while in jail, and i couldnt help but to be moved, picturing a 24 year old thug, in a shitty ass dirt room for a house, without a shower, spilling his heart out to me, his 16 year old sister, a runway, his mother, my aunt, struggling on the other side and him stuck putting windows on cars for 80 dollars a week.

This is some of his rap music, which i think, is pretty good: http://www.myspace.com/looneyloctherebel

To my loced out cousin Looney
- Fernando

Dumb Dick Danglas

admin — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:00:42 +0000

Another music drama.

More Melodramatic Goth Rap

admin — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 03:18:43 +0000

13 months rapping, rambling.
I’m so impressed with you, July 2009. Lyrics found below the video.

well, you go me pretty good,
its no shame, teach me yo game
you make it look so easy
feels like a friday, 9-5 paying
greens on the new, u got them bills on auto
this the life of giant, oh your highness
princess parking, move astray
skin so soft, what u asian,
drive that ride, pop that scotch - in your rocks,
you true sex vampire cool machine,
3 day weekend warrior oh seize the day
join the race and kiss the air
and tell me how u sleep at night
what ur dreams fight
u mix that whiskey and suga oh so right
im better between my teeth
and well u like it so sweet
damn, im so impressed with you

your real top top
your real sexy, ah damn im jut sleazy
well well you got me so good, im so impressed with you

well, it looks like you got the biggest gun in the neighborhood
oh im so scarred, look at you, look at me, im the real fool
ill write it across these walls, freeways at large
my mistakes for the world to mock, the words i said, the way i lived it
im blind as fuck with an ambitious heart
and what these fools with riches and bitches dont understand,
who the real fool but me u heartless

let me barrow that crooked smile
i bet it fits well with my menace
mix my vices with my virtues, mix em pretty well
well, im unlikely match for your drama
like I dont fit well, don’t fit now
well well, its no surprise this is my pride,
off beat, off key, born in 1863,
oscar wilde and I, oh, opium dens, whiskey barrels, chasing egos, epic failures, what wont give

I was in a vampire misery believe in no destiny, Rimbaud never knew me,
desperate for my words, forever cursed
at least i got no more guilt for my selfish actions
give me nothing but great accidents,
sick em sick em boys,
have u understood one minute,
have you understood at all, i ask the questions now.

Tell me how you sleep at night
what your dreams fight, how you mix that whiskey suga oh so right
im better between my teeth and well oh you like it so sweet
im so impressed with you
damn u got me, your reall top top
your real sexy, im just sleazy

wont you facebook me, update follow your lalalala
oh wont u give me an inside ha haha haha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha haha, im so impressed with you
hahahah, damn

Free Idea 5 - Airline Seat Selection via Social Media

admin — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 22:55:00 +0000

Create or integrate a social media 2.0 platform into plane seating, allowing customers to voluntarily integrate their facebook or other social media profiles. This will allow them to select their seats according to people that share most relevant and common profession and lifestyle. Can be used as a big networking tool. Can be a big disaster as well. Not sure exactly how to approach the airline industry. If you are interested in this idea and have lots of money and or know people, bring me along and i can help.

fernando

Cultural Fascism - on graffiti

admin — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:32:31 +0000

I hate graffiti. Give me a stencil and big bold letters. I wish graffiti artist used helvetica. Too much style, too many colors, too much bullshit and not good enough. Please graffiti artist update yourself from 1.0 graffiti. Get your shit together. make big bold messages without the preservatives. Fuck you banksy with your stupid images for yesterdays sensibilities, yesterday stupid revolution and ideas. Putting your song into Paris hiltons cd, that is graffiti. Not these over-aestheticized bright tongue and cheek images that circulate the world.. Oh Helvetica where are you. Times Roman. Fuck it. Courier Stencils. Basic as basic. Like heterosexual sex. Graffiti artist, listen up, your not artist, especially u stupid hood fucks, well anyway graffati artist if we are going to live in this world together, update your shit and stop being a cultural byproduct and be culture, be literature, be those words that people say mean shit, those words we love and enjoy so much, words that create life lasting cliches. Be better, plain simple. BE LITERAL BE LARGE NO MORE SYMBOLS NO COLOR NO NO YES YES.

Worst part is that so many people like this stuff. the crappy taste people have. A little dose of cultural fascism for today. fs

Free Idea #4 - Social Media User Browser

admin — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:58:38 +0000

I have a ton of accounts, under different names for different niches. When i tweet or delish or post something to a blog i want it to go to a specif delish account or wordpress blog. I should have an interface/browser that allows me to choose what goes where instead of just having one account. This would be helpful for versatile and dynamic multipersonlity people like me. Ok, geeks go make it. Come back to me when your done.

Free Idea #3

admin — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:44:54 +0000

Organize a group of thugs, mexicans and blacks, young and menacing looking. Gather about 10-15. Have them follow you to a gallery opening. Take photos of the thugs hanging out the gallery doing whatever they are doing.

Cameos

admin — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:21:52 +0000

New project I’m experimenting with Inserting scenes of me into bootleg films:

The Hangover at 09:35

The Terminator at 08:30

Runs in the family

admin — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:05:11 +0000

My 16 year old brother sent me this email today, Oh I love him, i guess this shit runs in the family:

“iam horrible when it comes down to explaining myself, sorry. yeah so iam wanting to apply for a job at a store called K-mart. the thing is i can hardly stand people at church retreat let alone bitching to me cause they cant find the aisle in which double AA batteries are located. its my job yeah, but when they keep me nagging me or the kind of person they might seem like to me ill blow my head off. i have something in me that is fueled by anger towards people, like lil shit pisses me off. they way they act, or the things they say and the way they think that stuff works out, but there ignorant to the world. example chicks that act as if they are the bad ass of the world, they walk tall, talk big, act tough but there ignorant to life. sometimes whinnying cause a parent tells them not to do something and they act “hard” talking horseshit about there mom cause she didn’t let her go out but they don’t give the time to understand why or ask themselves why they just continue being ignorant, or maybe they lack common knowledge. i guess, i don’t know why i hate certain people so much with barley knowing them. is it just me to be like this or is it a phase that will pass?
p.s i don’t think iam perfect at all. i hate a fuck load of things about myself so iam not egoistic but yet i have this rage.”