I live is this neighborhood near the Dallas zoo.
I love living over here!
It doesn't seem like Dallas to me, there are hills and trees and the architecture of the houses are really interesting.
I think it's the forgotten part of Dallas..
It's kind of a poor neighborhood, but it's beautiful.
There are flocks of peacocks and packs of pit bulls roaming free... it's an interesting place.
I started to write this song about this dude in the neighborhood who walks around (sometimes backwards) having arguments with people who just aren't there. He's yelling at someone that seems to be following him around, but it's clearly in his head.
Sometimes I can't stop thinking about him, I want to help, but what can I do?
My other neighbors tell me to just ignore him and don't make eye contact, but this seems like part of the problem- no one will talk to him or even acknowledge that he is there.
He is a really big dude that looks like a cross between Mike Tyson and Forest Whitaker.
He doesn't seem to cause much harm, other than random piles of broken rocks in front of peoples' houses, in the street.
Therefore, the police won't do anything about him.. so , he's just part of the charm of the hood.
I suspect he is the one that left the dirty Scooby Doo underwear in my yard.
Anyway, here is a song I am writing about him, this is the first mix,
you can hear an actual recording of him yelling in the distance if you listen closely:
Invisible Someone *test 02/13/11* by New Fumes
Clay Stinnett came over and laid some sweet traps on this one. He is a freak of nature.
I'm learning to record drums. I have two microphones.