Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Other People's 6 Word Memoirs

1. "It's an open sunroof kinda day."
2. "Hello David Karp, who are you?"
3. "Destination: anywhere the drinks flow strong."
4. "Some things will never ever change"
5. "What if today was my day?"
These Memoirs all caught my eye while I was looking, for different reasons. The first i related to, because somedays I just like to chill out in the summer and drive around with the sunroof opening, enjoying the warm air. The second one was cool because it was the guys name, and asking who you were, like who you wanted to be in life. The third I liked because the guy clearly likes to party, and that's what I'm about. The fourth I related to, because I know many people in this world that no matter what you do, they will never change. Finally, the fifth memoir was the most powerful to me. It said "What if today was my day?". I honestly believe that everday is a new one, and could change your life. What if it IS my day?
These memoirs gave me a good feel for what mine will be.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Goals for Growth, Son

Personally I believe I'm a pretty swell writer as it is, but nobody is perfect. So, a couple of things I would like to work on would be my Variety and Volume.

The Volume (or length) of my pieces are generally not as long as they could be. When I write, my only goal is to get the main point across, sometimes putting in little or no effort to go in depth. Don't get me wrong, I do like to go in depth when I'm really excited about what I'm writing, when the topic is interesting or cool. If I could somehow always have that outlook on my work, for instance, a final paper, maybe the volume of pieces would be much denser....get it? Haaaha yeah.

Another area I could always tinker with and improve is the variety. Actually, I think all writers could improve on this skill, because you can never have too many different things to write. My topics normally include random rants where I just type to see words on the paper, and it probably doesn't look so hot to readers (I just did it right there), but I digress. My risk taking is at a pretty decent level, but I think using prompts and other things of that nature will help give me variety in my writing.

That's about all I got. My Maintenance, or organization, is top of the line. I go deep into my head all the time to pick out what I want to say, so my Thoughtfulness is on track. I guess all I need to do is hope for the best, work on some shit, and make myself into the next big thing, for writers that is.

-Gage

Monday, February 13, 2012

Welcome to My Mind

Whatsup? I'm Zach, and this is my blog.

I'm not going to sugar-coat any of this, I love to write, but not poems or things like that. I am a rapper.

Some of my biggest influences are game-changing artists, some that you probably have never heard of. Chilish Gambino is probably my biggest role model. Look him up, he's pretty dope.

But back to the topic, why did I start to write lyrics? A couple years ago, when there was no "Twitter" and EVERYBODY, and I mean everybody, was on Facebook, kids from my highschool tried out a rapping fad.

Now keep in mind, I am from a middle-class suburban town in NY, with 90% of my school being white. Not that there's anything against that, it's just very unusal to see a sucessful white rapper, let alone a well-off-financial one.

So as I was saying, many kids were posting up videos of themselves, with midiocre bars and shitty sound quality, getting a "Like" or 2 here or there. That's when I thought....why not give it a try? If it sucks when I play it back, then I don't have to post it and embaress myself. Lets go for it.

It took me only about 10 minutes to write, 20 minutes to record, and 5 to post to Facebook.

The song was great, and I knew it. Not to sound like a cocky son of a bitch, but it was decent. I got a ton of positive feedback, and it sparked me to continue.

Now I know I'm not going to be famous, so don't say it. I do it because it's fun as hell, and if you don't like it? You're at the wrong blog son. I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one.


Peace, Engagedd