It may seem a strange choice to make a video for a song that is now 3 years old. I agree, but Mark and I like this song and, after multiple attempts to make a video for it, we settled on this visual from Kyle Gray.

2013 was a busy year for me, but not necessarily musically. I started a new content portal and traveled a lot with my friend Dom for work. Kyle (unofficial 3rd member of Intuition & Equalibrum at this point) and I got off to a running start, releasing 2 videos in succession early in the year, but after some personal set backs and creative slumps we realized the rest of the year had flown by us and suddenly we’d put out no music videos since last march. Truth be told, we ran out of video budget, which happens with indie artists sometimes.

Now the Intuition & Equalibrum project is getting wrapped up.  All songs are recorded, sequencing will be finished tonight, and mixing has begun with mastering soon to follow.  We figured it was time to get the train rolling again with some videos, and what better song to choose than the first song we recorded that will end up on the album.

I remember making this song.  It was in July of 2010.  Mark and I had released Girls Like Me in January.  We’d promised after we released GLM we would immediately start working on a new project, but from January to July  we hadn’t done shit.  No beats, no raps, no nothing.  I was pretty down about it because we were repeating a pattern we’d established after releasing Stories About Nothing.

Then my friend Andrew Martin, formerly of Potholes in my Blog, asked if I would submit a song to a summer sampler they were working on.  Finally an excuse to get off of our asses and work on some new music.  I headed up to Santa Barbara to session with Mark.  Nothing was working.  We couldn’t settle on a beat or even a sample.  After some frustration he left to get a coffee.  I stayed at his computer and revisited a loop he’d made of a French guitar player with an interesting chord progression, and came up with the words “Look lazy me I know we had a fun run but complacency is coming undone.”  He got back, I explained the idea of writing a song about my deadly sins (laziness, negativity, stubborness, promiscuity, and jealousy) and he got excited.  I wrote the verse that day, and he built the slow building, melodic beat over the next couple days.

The song showed up on that sampler next to names like Danny Brown and Big K.R.I.T.  While our career trajectories may not have sky rocketed like theirs, we’re still here chipping away and that’s good enough for us.  With the release of our record finally seeming near, we’ve made the promise to each other to keep working on songs while we’re promoting this one, and hopefully we stick to it this time.

Not sure how far along I’ve gotten on bettering my bad habits, but at least I have this song to remind myself to keep working at it.  Thanks for listening.



“I ain’t gonna front, it’s been a rough couple months.”



My father was a military man.  He was an athlete, an artist, a music lover, a charming smart-ass who always had a clever retort.  He was a 6’6″ giant and there was nothing scarier than his tennis racket sized hands, though he rarely had to lift them to make my brother and I behave.  He seemed to literally be the “Big Man On Campus” on our small Air Force Base.  As kids, we couldn’t go anywhere without someone recognizing him and wanting to talk for a few minutes.

When I was 9, my little league team was the Cubs, we were in 1st place.  We were playing the Pirates, they were in last place.  It wasn’t hard to tell why, their coach was negative and aggressive, yelling at players and taunting the other team.  I was at bat and he was screaming at the pitcher “C’MON SON PUT IT DOWN THE MIDDLE, THEY’VE GOT NO HITTERS, NO HITTERS ON THEIR TEAM!”  The next pitch I roped the ball straight off the center field fence.  As I trotted down first base I looked at the coach and said “No hitters huh?”  It turned into a standup triple and, as I settled on the base proud of my early attempt at shit talking, the coach yelled from the dugout, “BOY IF YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I’M GOING TO STOMP YOU.”

In a purely instinctual reaction my dad flew off the bleachers near 3rd base, ran around the backstop, stepped over the waist high fencing on the side of their dugout (a normal sized man would’ve had to hop over it), grabbed the coach by his collar, looked down from his huge height advantage and bellowed “WHO YOU GONNA STOMP NOW?!?!”  I was scared for the coach because I’d felt the wrath of those tennis racket sized hands before.  At the same time I’d never understood how much he cared until I saw him react that way.

In 2009, a few days after his 55th birthday, my father was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease.  An elongated conversation with the charming man I remember from my childhood has been reduced to a chain of repeated questions or sentiments.  In a long car ride, he’ll turn around every 2 minutes or so to make sure my mom is still in the backseat.  Even still, if you weren’t told you might not know.  The remnants of his clever charm have created great defense mechanisms when told he’s repeating himself [i.e. “I KNOW I just said I haven’t been on this road in a long time…but it’s been a REALLY long time”].  It’s not like you see on the movies.  He’s not old and gray.  He’s not a happy-go-lucky mindless punchline.  He’s not a walking zombie wondering “who are all these strange people.”  He’s there.  He’s just losing his grasp of “there” slowly, day by day.

The meds helped at first.  They seemed to bring some life back to him, seemed to slow his decline.  After 3 years, I think they do more for my mom’s sanity than his health.  She’s been amazing throughout the ordeal: caring for him daily, keeping him on schedule, writing everything down, researching realistic plans for his care in the future, being a breadwinner, homemaker, and caretaker.  I often wish I were more prepared to help.  I never thought I would be dealing with a parent’s health decline before I had children of my own.

This song is about his disease, and how I’m trying to cope.  This song was hard to write.  This song is hard to show people.  I’m scared it could be misconstrued as using my father’s pain for art.  I’ve pondered how unfair it is that I have a platform to vent about our past, and he doesn’t.  I worry greatly about how he’ll feel if he hears it.  I don’t want it to be seen as a cry for pity.  The worst response when I tell someone my father has Alzheimer’s is “I’m sorry.”

 I hope this song raises awareness about a disease that will be cured.  My family and I felt some sort of stigma when we got my father’s diagnosis.  We’ve felt alone, I know we’re not.  Over half a million Americans younger than 65 suffer from some sort of dementia.  My father is one of them, some of you reading might know another.  I hope that some of you will be inspired to donate to The Alzheimer’s Association or Alzheimer’s Foundation of America.  Great strides are being taken to cure this disease.

 My father visited Los Angeles last Christmas.  My brother, Steven, bought us tickets to see Bob Seger at Staples Center.  My dad loves Seger, but I noticed him looking around in awe at our surroundings almost as much as he payed attention to the music.  There was a man behind us, in his late 40’s, drunk and loud.  He kept yelling things aimed at Seger, but my father kept looking back with a puzzled face.  I could tell it would eventually turn into trouble.

 I said “Dad, stop looking back at that guy, he’s going to think something’s up.”

 He told me innocently “Oh, I thought he was talking to me for some reason.”

 Eventually the guy behind us yelled again.  My dad looked back again.  The guy said “Is there a problem buddy?”  I grabbed my dad’s arm to turn him around, leaned behind him, grabbed the drunk guy by the back of the neck in a firm, but non-threatening way and said “Look…my dad gets confused, he thinks you’re talking to him, he means nothing by it.  Leave it alone.”  He didn’t yell for the rest of the show.

 My father didn’t notice how the situation was handled.  At this point he doesn’t remember that we went to see Seger.  But I think the man that stood up for me as a 9 year old would appreciate the reciprocation.



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Yesterday maked the first day of summer, and Mark and I happened to have made a song called “First Day of Summer” so I thought it fitting to release on said date.  Shot and directed by my man Romo.  If you like it, spread it by liking it on Youtube, subscribing to the channel, and commenting on that sumbitch.  Hope you enjoy.


Hip Hop Hike

Grieves and Budo are in California this week.  Before their show at the Troubadour Budo and Micah (their excellent sound man) headed out to the observatory with me for a hike.

Budo runs 7 miles a morning while on tour.  By this point up the hill I had already sweat through my shirt.  He was wearing a long sleeve denim shirt and didn’t even get the armpits sweaty.  That bastard.

A picture of a picture being taken.

More meta flicks.

The smoggy downtown cityscape.


After the hike we headed to lunch and met up with Sol and Dj Infared.

Then it was off to the show.  This is my old pal Murj and his pal Karen.

You guys were an awesome crowd.

Sol killing it.

Grieves Killing it.

In closing Budo is a rockstar.  We’re doing it all over again tonight in Santa Ana at the Constellation Room.  See you there!


Grieves, Budo, Sol & Me…

Hi guys.  Sorry I haven’t been updating, been traveling a lot to work and pay rent.  A lot of you asking about new music…it’s coming, I’m just not that guy that tweets about how hard he’s working in the studio and such.  Hope to see you at one of these gigs!


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Paid Dues 2012: The Quest For Dipset

Yesterday I headed to Paid Dues with Speak, Lanier, and Westside Ty.  My man Murs was nice enough to guest list me up with a VIP ticket (comes with access to a ballroom with no AC and a lot of wealthy young bumperheads), but we needed more:  we needed to be on stage with Dipset.

I started the day with one red wristband and promised myself that the first folks who asked to take a picture would end up on the blog.  Here they are, nice fellas.

These were the first folks that asked to get a picture with Speak.  One of them was a girl so he won.  At this point it was 3:00pm and I was already starting to sweat through my shirt in the 80˚ heat.  We were beginning to panic.  Would we ever make it backstage to the paradise land of free juice and groupies?

I went to check my man Macklemore, partly to escape the heat, and partly because his stage show is killing the game right now.  Best rap performer I’ve seen in many years, hands down.  I ran into his tour manager Tricia and she helped save my life by donating a couple of purple backstage wristbands (THANK YOU TRICIA!!!!).  These bands were good enough to get us onto the deck of the indoor stage, and back to the trailers…but alas, we needed more.

Backstage I ran into some rappers I appreciate, like Sean P and RA the Rugged Man.  A bunch of random shit happened…four hours passed and it was time to see 3 Six Mafia.  Their set was pretty close to the highlight of my day.  A bunch of the homies ended up on stage wildin’ out and if you follow me on Instagram (@itsintuition), you’d know I had a really good view.

Caught Juicy J and Mac Miller chopping it up after the 3 Six set.  Somehow after this was taken, we ended up getting wristbands for the stage Dipset was playing on from the Grouch’s mother of all people.  After convincing 5 security guards (that swore no one was allowed past the barriers) to let us past the barriers, we had finally made it to the promised land.



Odd Future meets Juelz Santana.

Oh yeah, this too.


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Allen Stone @ The Troubadour

Finally got to see my dude Allen Stone perform last night.  Ever since inviting him and the band to do THIS a few months ago, I’ve been patiently waiting to catch a full set.  It didn’t disappoint.  Allen absolutely wails and his stage presence is energetic, funky, soulful, and commanding.  The band rips and the fans respond appropriately (particularly during the dance off session during the middle of the set).  Catch this man in your area, but be quick because his shows sell out fast.


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Shows: I got some.

Haven’t had any shows in a while.  Here are two in a row.  I better see you at one of them.