DEATH,

please prove to me that every woman musician in this performance sucks. Also, you’ll have to prove that I suck at my purple clay Double Ocarina (if you even know what that is).

there are a few females in this world that can ride that wavelength. very, very few… i bet she’s one of them. i know i am. i am no better than any woman. i’m just different… i’m not trying to boast myself up to all you men, but simply make you aware of the existence of a rare type of human – the female enigma…

if you think no man respects a woman, i challenge you to debate with pretty much all the males that know me or have heard me jam (most of the time not knowing it’s a female on the guitar). actually any man who has known me for that matter…

first of all, the man who raised me- Richie Mase – is to this day the manliest man i know. he’s the biggest chauvinist dick there is- he hates women (then never had a son, just women! to add to his misery. then i came along….the granddaughter. poor him! however, being the man that he is, he knew that i would be better off if he and my grandmother raised me due to various circumstances. maybe his sacrifice somehow gave me a special gift. game, if nothing else…) and one of the most successful businessmen i know. he is respected enough that i don’t get a speeding ticket the minute they see my name on my license (i never tell them who i am. i don’t think about it. they always just see it and i just laugh, somehow i befriend the police who have pulled me over or arrested me – even with my juvenile DUI at 18. at court, i shook his hand firmly, looked him in the eyes and told him no hard feelings..).

now…his response to who i am proves his manliness… he’s silent. he would never admit a woman’s defeat over worthlessness… but he knows i’m different. he wouldn’t comment on my “being an enigma” but he’s proud of me. he wouldn’t take the time to read this blog nor my response even if i asked him to. he doesn’t care about that sort of stuff. if i forced him to listen to me read one of Dick’s posts, he’d probably enjoy it! but his response would be no more than a joke or crack about women in the kitchen… if he was paid to read this whole website – women’s comments and all – he’d do it but he wouldn’t engage in any extra way. he doesn’t care to argue with the women because in his mind they don’t have the respect for his time or effort.

now, where is this leading to?

well.. i know i can confidently say that I am very “underivative” FIRST AND FOREMOST (not including all the respect from men i’ve encountered…JUST starting with the one who raised me) because although i am a female, i have still filled some sort of void in his manly heart. one way he has acknowledged his respect for me– he (the rest of my family say “we”… all female… but I understand the subtle significance of the fact that it is “he”…) has a hunting cabin on 3000 acres which is a home to our family. we retreat there, spend thanksgivings there, etc… so you could see why my grandma, my mom, my aunts, and my little girl cousins would say “our cabin!”. but they fail to see -he is the king lion and the cabin is HIS glory…whereas the rest of our houses (the lake house, the beach house, the main house in the suburbs) are just trophies for him. they are our family’s houses. but the one place he is able to claim his own should be and is HIS surreal mountain of hunting and outdoor paradise.. but there is one rule: NO women allowed during hunting season. …until i came along.

he never said “ok one exception” blah blah blah… he just asked if i wanted to come along one year… and it became an unspoken exception. of course, the women in my family ask me how i did it, etc etc, but i don’t speak about it. i smile and talk about something else. UNSPOKEN is important to contain the hidden, unshared mysteries of legends. it’s only for those certain ones to share. anyways.. all his manly friends comprised from hillbilly mountain men to legendary business men who take official hunting vacations – and every single one looks forward to my company. they treat me no different than any other man. i earned their respect, they will admit it (and most of them will probably defend it, discuss it, debate it… except my grandfather of course), but they call me an enigma. ‘Popop’ never complains about me (“all these damn women, i can’t stand it!”). He truly enjoys the things we do together (like golfing- he golfs with my grandma often but yells at her the whole time and they just have a miserable time). He enjoys my conversation. He never rolls his eyes at me (now THAT is very significant if you know Richie Mase and women). He is happier when I’m around… imagine being a manly man who has to spend Christmas with all the girls who make up your family! He absolutely dreads Christmas! We call him Scrooge… and who does he retreat to during those times? his granddaughter… how strange.

he was the hardest man to earn the respect of. all other men i’ve encountered were never a matter of “earning”, they just respected me. my grandfather does value the beauty of a woman. as a little girl, i hated womanly things, but he made me appear beautiful like all the other women in the family. i am very lucky…i am naturally gifted with looks. when it’s necessary, i can put on a painted face and accessorize myself up. however, when i’m not around my family, i really just don’t. i have no desire to… you would never know that i come from wealth if you met me away from my family. i don’t really talk like a woman. i even have a weird voice… it’s a woman’s voice, but it’s different. it has confidence and intelligence and ‘easy-goingness’. i just like to joke and have fun pretty much all the time, life is easy for me… i enjoy it! and i don’t stress over the problems because i know that life goes on… and the quality i value most is my empathy. people never feel uncomfortable around me. i have respect for everyone… people say it’s weird how much i understand them, even if they are very different than me. i am a philosopher but the secret to my illuminated existence is simply the fact that i live my life to a beat. music, music, music…. i make musical noses walking around my apartment. i beatbox to the fridge, open it – nothing, blah.. – close it, and beatbox back to my couch to play “just 5 more rounds” of hardcore team deathmatch in Call of Duty …which turns into like 20 then SHIT! i should go to bed soon…just 2 more… …. ha

but my feeling for music is one of the biggest parts of the “enigma”. i can freestyle rap like crazy, and sing but i never do in my recordings or musical endeavors…only when not being serious musically, with friends, etc (just don’t like the sound of the female voice with my types of music)… i make beats, the absolutely ILLEST beats, and my respected musician friends (ironically, all men) use them and rap over them because they are, just dope.. that’s just the hip-hopish aspect of music (i don’t listen to much rap or mainstream, but i love old school and underground hip-hop, and experimental hip-hop like MF Doom or Flying Lotus). Guitar…. the thing that led me to this whole comment… my ability to feel music internally has of course manifested itself on the guitar. with on gender-related voice, i really express myself. it blows people minds… and the girl that wrote on here that she could jam too (then got utterly BASHED) seems like one of those “enigma” type girls, just by the way she wrote her comments/responses. most girls just straight suck and music. but not all. that doesn’t change a thing about this website….. but after reading this you should ponder the existence of enigmas because you just might come across one of us someday. and we are a friend to man, not a nuisance. just wait til you meet one…

there are a few females in this world that can ride that wavelength. very, very few… i bet she’s one of them. i know i am. i am no better than any woman. i’m just different… i’m not trying to boast myself up to all you men, but simply make you aware of the existence of a rare type of human – the female enigma…

if you think no man respects a woman, i challenge you to debate with pretty much all the males that know me or have heard me jam (most of the time not knowing it’s a female on the guitar). actually any man who has known me for that matter…

first of all, the man who raised me- Richie Mase – is to this day the manliest man i know. he’s the biggest chauvinist dick there is- he hates women (then never had a son, just women! to add to his misery. then i came along….the granddaughter. poor him! however, being the man that he is, he knew that i would be better off if he and my grandmother raised me due to various circumstances. maybe his sacrifice somehow gave me a special gift. game, if nothing else…) and one of the most successful businessmen i know. he is respected enough that i don’t get a speeding ticket the minute they see my name on my license (i never tell them who i am. i don’t think about it. they always just see it and i just laugh, somehow i befriend the police who have pulled me over or arrested me – even with my juvenile DUI at 18. at court, i shook his hand firmly, looked him in the eyes and told him no hard feelings..).

now…his response to who i am proves his manliness… he’s silent. he would never admit a woman’s defeat over worthlessness… but he knows i’m different. he wouldn’t comment on my “being an enigma” but he’s proud of me. he wouldn’t take the time to read this blog nor my response even if i asked him to. he doesn’t care about that sort of stuff. if i forced him to listen to me read one of Dick’s posts, he’d probably enjoy it! but his response would be no more than a joke or crack about women in the kitchen… if he was paid to read this whole website – women’s comments and all – he’d do it but he wouldn’t engage in any extra way. he doesn’t care to argue with the women because in his mind they don’t have the respect for his time or effort.

now, where is this leading to?

well.. i know i can confidently say that I am very “underivative” FIRST AND FOREMOST (not including all the respect from men i’ve encountered…JUST starting with the one who raised me) because although i am a female, i have still filled some sort of void in his manly heart. one way he has acknowledged his respect for me– he (the rest of my family say “we”… all female… but I understand the subtle significance of the fact that it is “he”…) has a hunting cabin on 3000 acres which is a home to our family. we retreat there, spend thanksgivings there, etc… so you could see why my grandma, my mom, my aunts, and my little girl cousins would say “our cabin!”. but they fail to see -he is the king lion and the cabin is HIS glory…whereas the rest of our houses (the lake house, the beach house, the main house in the suburbs) are just trophies for him. they are our family’s houses. but the one place he is able to claim his own should be and is HIS surreal mountain of hunting and outdoor paradise.. but there is one rule: NO women allowed during hunting season. …until i came along.

he never said “ok one exception” blah blah blah… he just asked if i wanted to come along one year… and it became an unspoken exception. of course, the women in my family ask me how i did it, etc etc, but i don’t speak about it. i smile and talk about something else. UNSPOKEN is important to contain the hidden, unshared mysteries of legends. it’s only for those certain ones to share. anyways.. all his manly friends comprised from hillbilly mountain men to legendary business men who take official hunting vacations – and every single one looks forward to my company. they treat me no different than any other man. i earned their respect, they will admit it (and most of them will probably defend it, discuss it, debate it… except my grandfather of course), but they call me an enigma. ‘Popop’ never complains about me (“all these damn women, i can’t stand it!”). He truly enjoys the things we do together (like golfing- he golfs with my grandma often but yells at her the whole time and they just have a miserable time). He enjoys my conversation. He never rolls his eyes at me (now THAT is very significant if you know Richie Mase and women). He is happier when I’m around… imagine being a manly man who has to spend Christmas with all the girls who make up your family! He absolutely dreads Christmas! We call him Scrooge… and who does he retreat to during those times? his granddaughter… how strange.

he was the hardest man to earn the respect of. all other men i’ve encountered were never a matter of “earning”, they just respected me. my grandfather does value the beauty of a woman. as a little girl, i hated womanly things, but he made me appear beautiful like all the other women in the family. i am very lucky…i am naturally gifted with looks. when it’s necessary, i can put on a painted face and accessorize myself up. however, when i’m not around my family, i really just don’t. i have no desire to… you would never know that i come from wealth if you met me away from my family. i don’t really talk like a woman. i even have a weird voice… it’s a woman’s voice, but it’s different. it has confidence and intelligence and ‘easy-goingness’. i just like to joke and have fun pretty much all the time, life is easy for me… i enjoy it! and i don’t stress over the problems because i know that life goes on… and the quality i value most is my empathy. people never feel uncomfortable around me. i have respect for everyone… people say it’s weird how much i understand them, even if they are very different than me. i am a philosopher but the secret to my illuminated existence is simply the fact that i live my life to a beat. music, music, music…. i make musical noses walking around my apartment. i beatbox to the fridge, open it – nothing, blah.. – close it, and beatbox back to my couch to play “just 5 more rounds” of hardcore team deathmatch in Call of Duty …which turns into like 20 then SHIT! i should go to bed soon…just 2 more… …. ha

but my feeling for music is one of the biggest parts of the “enigma”. i can freestyle rap like crazy, and sing but i never do in my recordings or musical endeavors…only when not being serious musically, with friends, etc (just don’t like the sound of the female voice with my types of music)… i make beats, the absolutely ILLEST beats, and my respected musician friends (ironically, all men) use them and rap over them because they are, just dope.. that’s just the hip-hopish aspect of music (i don’t listen to much rap or mainstream, but i love old school and underground hip-hop, and experimental hip-hop like MF Doom or Flying Lotus). Guitar…. the thing that led me to this whole comment… my ability to feel music internally has of course manifested itself on the guitar. with on gender-related voice, i really express myself. it blows people minds… and the girl that wrote on here that she could jam too (then got utterly BASHED) seems like one of those “enigma” type girls, just by the way she wrote her comments/responses. most girls just straight suck and music. but not all. that doesn’t change a thing about this website….. but after reading this you should ponder the existence of enigmas because you just might come across one of us someday. and we are a friend to man, not a nuisance. just wait til you meet one…

I’dTakeCharlotteChurchInEitherBody,Though