The weekend

Man, what a crazy weekend. It started out on Friday. I went to San Francisco in the Haight District and met up with a seller of the Faderfox LX2. It is a midi controller with tons of buttons for triggereng clips in Ableton Live. The guy was selling it for almost 50% off. It seemed to good to be true, but it wasn't. It was good and true :) So I am supposed to meet up with this guy on the corner at a cafe off of Fillmore Street. Some parts of Fillmore are a bit sketchy but thankfully the part I was meeting him at was ok. It was the journey to meet him that was the adventure!! It consisted of getting lost, missing exits and going down a one way street with angry Mercedes drivers. Blaring they're horns in anticipation the horn sound vibration waves would propel me in the right direction. After the mapquest directions were followed correctly I was able to park, meet up with seller, inspect merch and hand over money. A perfect gear deal. The LX2 now resides in my studio and already put to good use. It is a controlling dream come true. I love it! Now, to Saturday.

Saturday was a good day, super awesome. Then a grim day, with violence and mayhem. I started off my Saturday finishing off a song with Dre. Finally, the first song towards the album is complete. It feels good to feel like I accomplished a set out goal. The mix is good, the song is great and I feel just that little bit more confident. Dre wanted a better vocal take, but when we did the new take it wasn't as fitting as the original which was oozing with emotion. There was flat notes, but they 'fit'. I guess perfection can be designed with flaws. How beautiful. Then went into the night did Saturday go. Me and a few of my buddies went out to eat. Two of the buds were really wasted. I was completly sober. We walked out to leave and there was a BIG group of people waiting for their tables. I was walking to my car and was very close and I turned back and the group was yelling at one of the wasted buds. Then it escalated and I was trying to get there to try and talk to whoever to try and just calm it down. But, it was way too late. All of a sudden it was 20 on 5. I froze. I admit I choked. I saw one friend getting pummeled, then the other one getting jumped, then my one best friend going one on one with a guy and spare people waiting for me if I tried to pull anyone off. I felt like the area around me was spinning, I didn't know who to go to, who to help, who to pull off, there was just too many people. Part of me really wanted to do something, anything. But even if I did do something I could have made no difference. There was just too many people opposing us. It was horrible. Everyone lived. One of the drunk friends got his head split open and had to go to the emergency room, the other was arrested, and had a broken nose. The most idiotic part was the group attacking us not only outnumbered us but were using river rocks as weapons as well. If you don't know what a river rock is, it is a rock that is very big and heavy and smooth. They are usually used for decoration out front of restaraunts and commercial buildings. I have never felt so frozen in my life, I guess that was Gods way of not getting my head split open as well, or even killed. It just feels like it hit my manhood to watch all of the mayhem and not be able to do anything about it.