Where the Wild Things At?

memories

memories

I bought this book for my honorary God-daughter’s birthday last weekend.

I had not seen the characters in this book in over 20 years, but I instantly recognized the illustrations from my distant memories as a young boy.

Books like ‘Where the Wild Things Are’, ‘The Hungry Catepillar’, and those like them have such powerful imagery that they can linger within your psyche for decades.

They also help to spark the imaginations of young minds like mine, who go on in life to create their own stories, their own magical characters, and fantasy worlds.

Village Roadshow, Warner Brothers, and Director Spike Jonze bring this memorable tale of the unchained imagination of a young boy to the big screen.

I love that they chose to use ‘real’ monsters as opposed to CGI; from what I see in the trailer (below) it lends a particularly genuine touch.

Adventure awaits!

Black Ty

Tip posted this on twitter, so I wrote some lyrics to it.

vroom i peel out, dust blocked by mudflaps they shooting on sesame, so i buss back up in the ghetto, i’m bumping heavy metal while sultry soft sax is causing treble on the level word to big bird, he be slapping da bass mudfoot slinging treats, hit my man in the face i swirve, hit curb, bruised instead of enthused fall out, ball out, and i’m making the news

boom went oscar on the organ to strike a cord
the wound was fatal, not be ignored
a little alliteration, absurd abstract
stay awake to ways of the world or out tap
shit is deep
cuz the treats, those were bullets from the tek
the beat, well, was a shotgun blast to the chest
and when all was said done i was the only one
not leaking from an organ, or a fcuking gun

for audio of me spitting on this beat click below:

[url]http://www.sendspace.com/file/d4z5px[/url]

Black Ty 😉