Lapdance

There are these overweight hip hop producer/guys on parole/ dudes that live in my building. They mention "lapdance" about every 10 minutes if i EVER hang out or have a drink with them, it's LAPDANCE, give us a LAPDANCE. My phone rang late last night or should I say early this morning, needless to say i didn't answer, and the message this morning was "Hey Sarah, it's STATIK, come down here and give us..." (wait for it..) "a lapdance." Uggh. puke! Reflecting on the whole proposition gives me the willies! I mean, seriously folks, are we living in a cave? I don't even go down there into that basement anymore, it literally is a cavernous abyss. At first i was stoked when he showed me the studio, i thought we would be able to work on some music, i mean, clearly, that would cross my mind. Then i came to the staunch realization that i would rather make music with a mouse tap dancing on a tin can beside a garbage heap then have to put up with hearing the word LAPDANCE over and over again. My main goal is to work with people who I have a good feeling from, and we are able to communicate,and you know, collaborate in a healthy way. I did an awesome photo shoot last week and met a producer who has already started working on tunes for an EP that we will record starting next week. It shouldn't be too much to ask that courtesy and kindness be a pre requisite to any working relationship. I mean, I expect for my time, he will not only work hard on our songs, but also give me a LAPDANCE, without my having to ask. It's all I can think about really, like clockwork, when is this guy going to give me a LAPDANCE? and will my honey boo soon stop being so busy and make some more time to come over here and give me a LAPDANCE, LAPDANCE, LAPDANCE? Oh would you look at the time! i gotta bounce. LAPDANCE!