Here's To Being Professional

This is what happens when you get one of your buddies to manage your entire career. Conor was actually speaking to a show/tour promoter named Kozy (he has hands in setting up the L’Oréal Fashion Show that goes down here in Toronto annually) who was interested in throwing Soul Plane on the road for a potential province-wide Ontario tour (details on this to come later as I find out, please God make this happen so that I can die happy). When referred to Conor, the two set up a meeting and discussed Soul Plane’s projects over the horizon and how they could all tie into the tour Kozy was offering us. Here’s a conversation between Conor and me that highlights our well-roundedness and professionalism:

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Yo I made you a gmail account so we're not putting conair87@hotmail on the demo cover

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

That looks so unpro and ugly

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

conorstief@gmail.com

soulplane

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

www.gmail.com

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Log in and look around.

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

hahaha

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

u actually did that??

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

thats hilarious

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Yes. What a bad manager. Get on top of things

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

conair87 is unacceptable, you t-shirt and jean wearing motherfucker

(Side note: When Conor and Kozy met up with each other for the first time to discuss Soul Plane business, Kozy came dressed in a sharply tailored pinstripe suit. Conor was in t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. Unbelievable.)

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Kev msg'd me: "ugh conair87 is so unprofessional he needs a new email."

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

whats my password

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

So I went and made you one

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

soulplane

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Change it however you want

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

But that is now your PRIMARY email

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I don't care if you have to get business cards re-done

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

conair87?? sounds like you should be scrawling that on a scrap piece of construction paper using a half-eaten crayon

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

i like it...it reminds me of Conair the movie

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

what a great movie

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Yeah, I like batman too

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I'm not yuiwayne_87@hotmail.com

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

you should be

Professor. Conor Cutz the Great says:

that would be so ill

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

You're fired.

Clearly, we have a lot of work to do…

Promoting, Cutthroats, and Cannibals

I had a brief moment of reflection the other day while bouncing Soul Plane marketing ideas back and forth with a trusted advisor of mine. The fact that this MSN conversation between Vlad and myself is going up as a blog entry should tell you one of two things: moments of reflection don’t happen often for me, and also, I’m lazy as shit to actually write something beyond this introduction blurb. In this fleeting instance of solid productivity, I went off on a tangent about how we’re going to promote the Live Wire show happening on the 30^th of Nov. at the El Mocambo (see Upcoming Events section), a plan I actually am in the process of executing, so without further ado, here it is:

This is Vlad. says:

How's soul plane stuff sounding?

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Apparently it's fucking amazing. I can't wait for the show on the 30th. Can you sell any tickets over there?

This is Vlad. says:

I don't know who would come to a Toronto show though.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

That much IS true

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Whatever, s'all good. Promotion begins next week

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

We're going bazonkers with it

This is Vlad. says:

How so?

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

It'll be the first time we hit up local online underground rock and hip hop forums announcing the show. It'll be the first time we throw the flyers around different parts of the city.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I’m gonna plan this out with Kevin and Conor

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

We're just going to degeneralize EVERYTHING

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

We want to pack like tourist.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

*tourists

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

We're also running announcements in those free EYE WEEKLY and METRO and 24HOURS papers

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

So we oughta have a decent crowd.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I'm basically testing out the theory that untested bands can still draw a decent crowd if effort is put into promoting

This is Vlad. says:

Get a big ass banner.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

LoL Do the whole BLIMP thing

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Nah, it doesn't have to be excessive

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I basically want to prove a point to everyone that promotion does not have to be an expensive and costly thing

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Most of what I mentioned up there can be done for free

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

It's all EFFORT.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

That's all promotion really is

This is Vlad. says:

Any radio promo?

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Not being lazy.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

See, that's the hard part. I don't think that can be arranged for this

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Not for such a small scale show

This is Vlad. says:

Right

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I'm GLAD it's small scale though

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Because that gives my theory even more credibility -- who the hell wants to come watch an unknown band headline at the El?

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

We'll find out starting tomorrow right after I had in my essay

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

*hand

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

I just want to prove a point. I could be HORRIBLY wrong

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

And maybe I might be right, but I might not GET it right (approach-wise) for this show.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Or maybe I'm going to bring more people than we've ever had.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Who the hell konws

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

And you KNOW enough people in the indie rock crowd are gonna come out and support.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

That's what I love about them. They don't hate

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

They just come the fuck out no matter WHO it is and support

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

There's less of a better/worse distinction and more of an acceptance of differences than in hip hop

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

That's why no one gets anywhere being a solo rapper

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Too many haters who don't support out of SPITE, even if they know you're making good music.

This is Vlad. says:

So do a group

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

No. I'm saying

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

The hip hop mentality in GENERAL is fucked up

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

No one wants anyone else to succeed

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Everyone's praying and hoping for everyone else's downfall

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Cutthroats and cannibals.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

Just a reflection.

This is Vlad. says:

Refraction.

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:

You really shouldn't be rapping.

I hate all my friends.

Whining and Dining

The morning after the recording session at Machinehead Studio on the 9^th of November, I was scheduled to take a Greyhound bus with Vlad to Waterloo from Toronto at 7 30am, slated to arrive in Kitchener at 9 30am. The idea was to get recording on some solo tracks as soon as possible – I was to be holed up at Vlad’s place where he had set up a booth, and I was supposed to be there for as long as it took to get what we came to do done.

The first order of business was for us to cook breakfast; the last thing we want is to sound malnourished on a record. But what awaited me was beyond anything I could have expected: we might as well have been coming off of the 30-hour famine because Vlad’s kitchen looked like a Fourth-world country. Those don’t even exist. I was astonished. It was genuinely the first time I had ever seen a turd on the floor of a kitchen before – “It’s the dog,” says Vlad, “It’s my roommate’s. The dumb thing just got shaved and now it’s shitting everywhere. Just ignore it.” I refused to believe that this was to be my home for the next three days. Good Lord.

And so we recorded. As usual, a lot of shit got done, and I’ll update more regarding this as I receive the tracks. Apparently Vlad is looking to put together an album entitled Your Money’s Worth, and yours truly is supposed to be gracing that compilation with several features. As I receive the polished and finalized mp3 versions of these tracks, I’ll update the Yui On SoundClick link under the Associates & Affiliations portion of this blog with a few choice cuts. My word is that I’m going to get at least ONE Soul Plane cut on this project.

During that weekend, Vlad and I met up with Conor to discuss Soul Plane affairs. Conor is currently employed at The Keg in Waterloo as a bar back, and upon finding out that I was coming up there for the weekend, he told me to drop by around 10 30pm on Saturday night if I wanted to eat there for 40% off. I would rip all my pubic hair out in handfuls before turning down a steak at full price.

I remember one time my girlfriend’s dad tried to test my manliness by cooking me a 40 oz. steak. The thing was the size of a baby-grand piano. He asked me how I liked it done. I yelled, “RARE, MOTHERFUCKER!! BLEEDING LIKE A PERIOD!!” and started foaming at the mouth. I could tell he was impressed by the way he almost had a heart attack. With a shit-eating smirk, he put the tire-sized slab on the grill (almost not even bothering to take the wrapper off – like, what’s the point?) for about ten seconds before flipping each side, and promptly plopped it on my plate. The plate, along with most of my silverware and napkin and wineglass, was immediately eclipsed. Like the boy ain’t gon’ finish dat. Bitch, please. I tore the quarter-cow apart with a pitchfork and a chainsaw, inhaled all the side dishes (roasted potatoes, stir-fry vegetables, and like, eight other things) that were on my plate, asked for seconds, then thirds, burped, asked him if he was going to finish what was left on his plate (a lot), didn’t wait for an answer, helped myself, made out vehemently with his daughter/my girlfriend right at the table, burped again (she tasted a lot better going down) picked fights with his furniture (and lost) as I got up, bolted out the door, and drove his car back to my house. I have not heard from him since. It usually costs people a lot more to never see me again, so he must have thought he was getting the deal of a lifetime.

True story. But I digress…

Over a steak and lobster dinner, we discussed Soul Plane affairs and the upcoming show on November 30^th at the El Mocambo. It was also over this meal that I broke the news to Conor that Nickie had effectively left Soul Plane. Surprisingly, he was a lot less worried than I thought he would be, but it worked out – it saved me from having to provide him with a solution, since he didn’t see a problem to begin with in the first place. Basically, he was okay with everything as long as we had somebody there as a cushion.

In this case, all that meant was for us to make sure Blythe carried her share of the burden, which doesn’t seem to be too daunting a task to undertake. So while on one hand, it is a little bit far-fetched for us to be pinning all our female vocalist hopes on a girl who spends 90% of any given month 3 hours away attending university-level classes full-time in Kingston, Blythe has proven herself to be none short of solidly reliable when we need her most. Everyone else, being in Toronto, would meet up once or twice a week for practice. So far, airtight, right? Yup.

The next issue of concern brought to the table was how Blythe would keep herself posted on the new tracks that Gideon and Kevin never seem to be able to stop churning out. It was decided, then, that Soul Plane would have to dip into its band budget and purchase a mixer so that we could record a rough rendition of any new track that Blythe has yet to hear, mix it down and send it to her so that she can use the mp3 to either write lyrics or learn lyrics, so that she won’t be completely lost and be overwhelmed by the amount of catch-up work she’d have to cram into the time span of the few hours before a show.

At the end of the abundantly-satisfying meal, I threw something on the table that carried a lot more weight after I thought about it:

“Man, I hope one day we’re getting hooked up at sick restaurants like this, except not because one of us works there and gets an employee discount…”

There was no real point to this blog entry, really. It was meant to be one big, elaborate announcement for the show on the 30^th. So get there.

Actually, maybe there is: Soul Plane can find a solution to ANYTHING. Seriously, our music cures cancer.

Black Box Pt. III

After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, November 9^th finally rolled around. This was to be the day that Soul Plane’s vocalists (Blythe and myself) finally began the process of pulling the music together after having had a reference CD of bare instrumentals to work with since the October 19^th recording session at Machinehead Studio, the final result of which will become Black Box, Soul Plane’s official demo release, an essential in our electronic press kit.

Blythe got to Toronto around 5 30pm, and along with a good friend of mine who just so happens to be a very talented and meticulous studio engineer named Vladimir Baranov, we headed back to my university residence to make some sense of the music we were about to record in less than three hours. As we went over the demo tracks, the three of us got to talking about how Soul Plane needs to find direction as a band if we ever hoped to make it somewhere – I couldn’t have agreed more. The bottom line is that you can have a product with an enormous potential demand (which is not to say that we do at this point in our careers, or ever will), but if it is poorly marketed as a concept, it will go in the same circles as so many never-heard-of artists that come in and out of the music industry. The other bottom line is that the current version of Soul Plane has been together since September 3^rd of 2007 – I think it’s reasonable to cut ourselves a little bit of slack in that at the very moment, as a band, we are still in search of our sound, a cornerstone to establishing any direction of any sort. I mean, shit, it’s been less than two months – nothing worthwhile happens overnight. Just ask my parents.

Blythe’s two cents was that while Soul Plane made good music, it was time to separate the men from the boys – problem identified. Her suggestion was essentially that we continue making this good music while working on bringing out the great moments in each song for recording, as well as at live shows so that it would make people catch on better/quicker to our otherwise very consistent riffs, drum patterns and flow. The three of us could have made kitty litter out of that discussion if we had more time; like Socrates, no one would have shut the hell up until we got every answer we were looking for or until we were poisoned with hemlock. Knowing Blythe and I and how often we’re always yelling at each other (it’s the only way things ever get done around here), somebody would have had to die. Unfortunately, at that point, time and death were both luxuries we couldn’t quite afford…

Once we arrived at Machinehead, we were pretty much ready to go (Dave was already recording vocals the day of, so everything was set up). While there are exceptions to some rules, it is my firm belief that tradition is never to be overlooked – despite Blythe’s threat to boycott me if I smoked weed before recording, despite her persistent pleas and protests informing me sternly that the cottonmouth effect of chronic would have a direct negative impact on my articulation and enunciation while recording, I smoked weed before recording. The funny thing is that I probably wouldn’t have, or more likely, I would have forgotten, had she kept her mouth shut. Sadly, though, I am a spiteful person, and I have problems with authority. Besides all that, I had an 11 30pm bus to catch to get to Waterloo with Vlad, so there wasn’t any further argument as to who was recording first between Blythe and me.

But oh, when I got into the vocal booth, what a fucking feeling. I asked Dave to level out everyone’s instruments so that I’d have the complete effect of the music going through my headphones as I rapped my verses. As the instrumentals played, I turned the lights down real low and closed my eyes. Immediately, the setting went straight from me rapping into a condenser mic in an 8 ft. x 8 ft. room insulated with over $30K’s worth of soundproofing foam and, literally, moving floorboards (for sound production/absorption purposes, not because Dave’s from the projects) over raw instrumentals to Soul Plane live at the Air Canada Centre.

I wish everyone reading this right now could have been in the vocal booth with me then – those were easily the best two hours of my life. The sound coming through my headphones was just so… whole, the vibe itself so fresh. I’m going to try to be eloquent without getting too dramatic here: it was a plethora of music, emotions, and sensual raw beauty that overwhelmingly saturated the little room, and each time I finished rapping a verse it felt like I just busted a nut. That’s really the only way to describe it. Recording “Liquor on the Curb,” a song paying tribute to Tyler Perez, a formerly-promising basketball player as well as a boy of mine who was caught in the crossfire of some gang trying to get retribution on his roommate, I nearly had a fucking breakdown… the thought of my buddy not even being able to have an open casket viewing at his own funeral because his face was blown apart by a sawed-off shotgun blast, coupled with how much I missed him, coupled with my own imagination of what Blythe’s powerful Whitney Houston-esque choruses between my verses would sound like on the track, was almost too much for me to bear. All this enhanced by the melody Kevin composed several months ago when I had woken him up to write this song the minute I got the bad news that Tyler was gone, played out by Soul Plane. It was incredible.

At any rate, after I did my parts, the plan was for Vlad and I to leave Machinehead and head right down to the Greyhound bus terminal which would be taking us back to Vlad’s place in Waterloo so that we could be up and ready to record tracks for an upcoming solo project by Saturday morning. The plans changed, however, the minute I stepped out of the Machinehead booth – Blythe was there, sitting patiently waiting her turn, and after every take I did, Kevin, Vlad, Dave and she would break down the verse I recorded and tell me what I could do to make it even better. I felt the least I could do was be part of the evaluation and assessment team for her when it was her turn to record as well. Besides, Kevin was pressuring me to stay, and let’s face it: my solo rap career without Soul Plane is a total write-off – I would never go anywhere in music without these guys. Knowing this, I stuck around, clearly realizing where my priorities were at.

As it turns out, Blythe didn’t get to finish. I finished recording my vocals just before 10pm (session started at 8pm), leaving Blythe just over 2 hours to do her share. By midnight, though, she had recorded the vocals for two out of the five tracks (she is a perfectionist to the point that until she gets a take she wants to keep, no one gets to go home, not even Dave, despite the fact that he owns the damn place), and as she started on her third, her voice started straining and wavering, showing signs of wear and tear; two hours straight of recording were taking their toll on her. Despite being told this, she was relentless and kept at it, persevering, and by 1 15am, Dave had to pry her away from the microphone, telling her that she would ruin her voice if they did any more and that it was futile to keep doing takes that weren’t making it anywhere near the demo and that he refused to let vocals like hers get ruined over foolishly blind determination. I guess she enjoyed her recording experience as much as I did. Who wouldn’t? It’s fucking Soul Plane, for crying out loud…

Next (and hopefully final) Machinehead Studio session on the 16^th of December…

Another Fork In The Road...

The first year of any university student’s academic career can be the beginning of an exciting path towards self-discovery. Sometimes, it can be even be rewarding and fun – but only if you manage to either stubbornly ignore and endure, determinedly plough through, or cleverly navigate your way out of all the disorder.

Sometimes, it’s not just school. Sometimes parents like to encourage independence by forcing their newly-graduated offspring to get a part-time job so that they can finally support their own habits, following the doctrine that “once they’re out of my house, they’re no longer my business.” Naturally, this adds further mayhem to the already-cluttered schedule of the average full-time first-year university student.

Beyond having an academic workload that requires a complete dedication and investment of time, effort and energy, and aside from having a constantly-emptying wallet to refill, the first-year student also has family/social obligations… these are events that sometimes serve to remind the parentals that their scholarly child is still very much a part of the family (it makes begging for money easier), or parties to help make, secure, and then develop the friendships and relationships with peers that are supposed to last forever, or formal functions no one wants to attend, but everyone shows up to anyway so as to avoid being labelled a “hermit,” because it is common knowledge that hermits usually either become the Unabomber or plot and execute brutal massacres at Virginia Tech. All this on a 24-hour clock.

Having gone through all this exactly two years ago, almost to the day, I understood why Nickie had to leave Soul Plane after having taken up a part-time job 2 months into her studies.

In her own words: “I don’t want to beat around the bush, Yui… right now, I need this job. I need the money more than I need a band. It’s the time, really – I can’t make practices on Saturdays because that’s when the part-time employees get all the hours, and I can’t make practices on Wednesdays because of school. I just don’t think it’s going to work out with Soul Plane, maybe you guys should just go on rocking it out with Blythe…”

And so we will.

However short-lived her presence was, Nickie definitely played the intended part that she was called to fill (which was to be Blythe’s replacement for while Blythe was away in Kingston for University so that Soul Plane had a vocalist to practice with) far more than adequately. Nickie’s vocal talent and enthusiasm for the music will obviously be missed sorely, but all this means is that Blythe has to make it back to Toronto from Kingston for practices more often to stay posted on Soul Plane’s musical progress, so that future show preparations (headlining @ El Mocambo on Nov. 30^th) won’t be the fucking chaotic looneyfests that they currently are – a commitment she has so far made clear she is up to. We’ll be aight, though… the show must, and will, go on.

Nickie, thank you sincerely for lending us your voice; your help was greatly appreciated – it got us through a really rough transition period a far more smoothly than had you not been there. There are never any hard feelings over here on our end, we know it’s not personal, so whenever you manage to find time and you’re ready to work with us again, let’s run it like Marion Jones on steroids – just call us. Until then, Soul Plane wishes you nothing but the best. Peace!

PS: Blythe, I hope you’re ready to get serious… it’s about to get real heavy in a minute.

More Conversations Out Of Left Field

Being over three hours away in Kingston for university, Blythe is far (no pun intended) from being the most readily-reached, easily-accessible person in the band. It usually costs an arm and a leg for the convenience of getting her on the phone if it’s a band emergency, like when Nickie’s grandma had her heart attack not too long ago; long distance rates on cell phones are higher than we get during Soul Plane’s recording sessions at Machinehead. However, this doesn’t mean that we don’t take every single spare second we have in our hustle-bustle lives to find inspiration despite the fact that most of the time, we end up waiting for inspiration to find us. Below is an MSN conversation in its entirety between Blythe and me that lasted maybe 30 seconds altogether – but these were likely the most productive 30 seconds of my life. I think I actually sobered up during this convo:

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com says:
You, m’dear, are an exceptional lyricist, if you actually came up with your MSN name
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com says:
But besides that, I’m only messaging you in this time of midterm madness to remind you that you have to come back Nov 9th for the recording at Machinehead 8pm
B l y t h e – sober october is now over says:
haha thanks, and yesssss ill be thre
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com says:
Sober October is now over
Enjoy the end of a November
You will never remember
So pack up and we’ll see you next winter (x2)
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com says:
Bridge to a new Soul Plane song?
B l y t h e – sober october is now over says:
lol yes i love it
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com says:
aight, well when I’m not busy actively having my asshole impaled by the giant fuckstick that are these midterms, I’ll get Gideon or kev to drop something to those lyrics. For now, back to the books, I’ll see you on the 9th
B l y t h e – sober october is now over says:
hahah k bye yui ttyl xoxox

Find us and sign us already. And look out for those lyrics in an upcoming Soul Plane track.

Time Well Wasted

In the spirit of the quasi-recent Ontario provincial elections, Soul Plane lead guitarist Gideon Litvin takes some time off from his very-exhaustive daily regiment comprised of going to class, and masturbating, interspersed with bowl-hitting, playing guitar, and more masturbating to settle voters’ doubts and clear the air as to whether or not newly re-elected Ontario Premier and Liberal Party leader Dalton McGuinty’s education plan for Ontario high school students has been effective thus far:

- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:
"Emerging from the depths of an entirely different corner in the octagon that is foreign policy, to the spotlight comes Barack Obama’s piece. To dismiss it as a constructivist dissertation would be akin to calling Tiger Woods “Black” – while it may be true, it certainly is far from being the entire story."
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:
I am writing that in my political science paper
Gideon -- says:
waht the fuck is obama's piece
Gideon -- says:
is it like his massive bong
Gideon -- says:
haha this is the jokesest election ever
Gideon -- says:
george bush, a bitch and a black guy
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:
And Rudy Giuliani
- http://soulplanemusic.blogspot.com [UPDATED] says:
I want either Giuliani or Obama to win
Gideon -- says:
i say the black dude
Gideon -- says:
weed in the states will become lot cheaper

This is why I can’t write politically conscious lyrics with Soul Plane – no matter what’s going on in the world today, we’ll always break it down in terms of pot.

PS: Next time, vote Conservative. Gideon’s parents will thank you.