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FEBRUARY 10, 2009: THE GOLDEN ROAD

First post of 2009. First month of the year all caught up in planning and production for BIG 09 MOVES. Never like to come out before lunar new year. Bad luck and all. Year of the Ox came in and mad ducks lined up in a row there, ready to be shot. Dominant concerns right off centered around New York Comicon, which came early this year. A pain in the ass, but best to get it over with. Also had a new toy come out, THE CREATURE. That shit went well. Think I hit a nerve with that one. It was hard though, cuz I was making mad moves to get set up for the con. Once again we were setting up in the MIMOCO booth and we set new high bars to be cleared for that. Somehow got saddled with producing 2 twelve piece custom Mimobots with content and packaging. One for villains and one for Microsexuals. had to cut 2 videos, one for the new Mimozine, and one for the web to promote the con. 2 flyers, a new costume for the live microsexuals show. All of this had to be approved by a whole comitte of people, and I had to push thru the production, packaging, and fulfillment of my new Suckadelic piece. AND there was a short run of limited GLYOS customs that had to be finished. I also had a Sise gig and recording session in the middle of all this. How do I live?

Anyway, I've told this tale before. It was hard and stressful as always, but by now, I've achieved a certain zen like certainty to this process. No matter how daunting the pile of work is, a diciplined and unclutterd approach coupled with a quiet confidence in the end result gets 'er done. No sweat. Each day of the con had its own specific goals and challenges. There were others involved who had their own varied levels of doubt about the outcome, yet it all went according to plan, and beyond. We did our shows, the connects got made, the contests were successful, the bots were a hit, CDs got sold, and it was all good. No more worries. this is official. It's never gonna stop or get wack. This is established. It has noting to do with the world or other people's opinions or anytjing outside. It all comes from within. You see it in your mind, you believe it in your heart, and you follow through with movenment of the body, and it just fucking happens, as planned. This is why I know this for sure. After the whole fucking con came off, and all I envisonsed came thru, We did a day of Original Villains, Djing and doing a VILF contest (Villain I'd like to Fuck) Some pretty hot girls came thru and participated. The HIGHER UPS were in effect. The Crystal Pharaoh and Baron Darkowl dropped some tight cross-fades for sure. We gave out the Baron Darkowl Mimobots and people there actually came abck the next day and said they watched the movies on it. Saturday was the MICROSEXUALS day. We had the craziest outfits, glitter metalic spandex body suits and booty shorts. I was up on the little dais vogue-ing in an Ultraman mask. There was this crazy dance contest at the end where all these freaks came out and shook their ass up in the booth. I got mauled by some manic kid who tossed my skinny ass all over the place. The little milkcrate stage I built broke at the end of it and some kid landed on his ass. Good thing there wasn't a lawsuit.

Sat nite Went out to the Mishka store for the MANY MEY show and got into some deep nerd shit with some heavy Skullbrain heads. Wow. Sunday did my Custom with Onell, rolled up in the classic Sucklord gear, first time in a year, and spraypainted a buch of figs right there on the convention floor. Those shits sold mad quick. Then back to Mimo for a 3 hour DJ set. All in all a great con. Then at the end I came up against an obsticle. When I was done with my last set on Sunday and the showrrom closed, I was stuck at the Javits center with all this equipment that I had to move downtown all by myself. Two heavy speakers, two big turntables, mixer, box of costumes, a bunch of other random bits. I had no help and no ride. So there I was out in the street looking for a lousy cab and nothin was comming. I was getting a little stressed cuz they were painting the floor in the hall at my studio and I only had 45 minutes to get back and drop off the shit before the floor was blocked off. I'm like "what now?" Then out of nowhere this big black guy comes up and asks if I need a car. I'm like "sure" and I give him some shit to carry, turns out the car was a fucking white stretch Limo looking all nice. Dude hauled all my shit over to where he was parked. I took a couple of hits of weed of my buddy's one hit, tossed on my helmet, posed for a few flicks and jetpacked the fuck outta there. Got the shit back in no time. Neat as neat. it made me realize that I've found that elusive golden path. That sure road to the place you want to be. It's as if the universe and everthing in it is on your side. Like God himself has layed out the way to your ultimte goal and all you have to do is walk. All you have to do it take the steps and life will clear the way. It was quite a high moment.

The next day I got up at seven feeling tired but complete. I got on the train to go uptown to the NY Times building to start working on Toyfair. I was all up in the Times Square station trying to get around all the stressed and bustling people and I felt so blessed to not be one of them, some miserable stress case struggling to rush off to some place that they don't want to be, all caught up in their own angry worlds. I felt, I swear to god, like a light was shinging on me. I know I sound pretentious as fuck to say all this shit, but after so long of trying so hard to get here and to finally feel like I'm doing what I am supposed to be doing, and to have it all work out so well, I truly felt like a blessed person, one of the lucky few who found their path in life, and found the walking of it easy, surrounded by life and music and beautiful people and things. Shit that kicks ass. I savored the moment cuz a few days later, after working like a dog, the feeling was gone.