I know it will come as a great surprise, but despite all of the artwork I have released to the world I have yet to turn a profit. That being the case I decided to get my resume in order so I can secure a slightly more "real" job. In doing so, I inadvertently gave out my cellphone # to a company that publishes a satirical newspaper. Upon realizing my indiscretion I decided I had to make a change to my voicemail greeting... as they are usually confusing at least and odd at most. So as I'm driving through L.A. traffic, I start recording my new message. I get the idea in mind and make a few passes... but the audio quality is not to my liking, so I undo my headset to speak directly into the phone... & turn into a gas station at the same time: "Hello, you've reached... & I'm about to get hit by a mother fucking car up in here..." I pump my gas and redo the message and drive on to practice. The next day I stop by the store to buy some jalapenos, wine and fake beer. When I get to my car I've missed two phone calls: the first is the guy at the publication returning my call and the second is my girl. She tells me that this might not be the best message if I'm looking for work... after I listen to the message and realize the "hit by a mother fucking car" didn't get deleted and answers all my calls... including the previous one. I returned his call. "So much for first impressions." They were offering less than I was going for. One of the easiest random phonecalls I can recollect. There's a moral to this story... that I chuckle at as I write... "All the forms are known..." - Neal Cassady So I'm listening to "The Chronic" while doing research for the OOLYAKOO mixes. There is a certain insanity that accompanies this process of music production... how does one manipulate the noise so that it sounds the same as it does internally... while listening to your self with a critical razor blade?