Skillzy: Any clues as to what we can expect from the big makeover? Have you got a "vision"? Are you working with a male or a female designer?
Jett: I honest-to-God don't know. On either count. Really. Since it's been gone over a month now, people are probably expecting some magical, gold-coated all-the-bells-and-whistles thing.
Skillzy: I know I am!
Jett: That was my ultimate plan all along: To let you all down severely.
Skillzy: you and Pepsi
Jett: I may go all retro and shit: black text, white page just like when I first started.
Skillzy: hey if you have good words that's all you need
Jett: A pretty page is good, but a WORTHY page is what matters to me.
Jett: see! you too! You know, there are a good bunch of weblogs out there, and some of the most exceptional ones can barely open and close a tag. I don't give a fuck about all the trappings, as long as the words hold their own on the page
Skillzy: fair enough
Jett: (BUT DO AWAY WITH FLASHING GIFS, FOR ALL THAT IS HOLYYY!)
Skillzy: even my sunshines?
Jett: They're not going to be on your splash page ad infinitum, so I can deal.
Skillzy: I couldn't find a Biz Markie midi file to play in the background
Jett: That would have been so PHAT! I'd've laughed like ass, my friend.
Skillzy: he's so underappreciated
Jett: Not by me. I used to spin him.
Skillzy: holla!
Jett: And Whodini...The only 'hardcore', street-style rap I got into early on was Eazy-E, because he was just so fucking funny, even at his most blood-curdling offensive. And then there was Public Enemy, of course, and NWA, too.
Skillzy: There was a picture of you on your old page that always intrigued me. You're wearing a football jersey, and some guy has his arm around you. Is there a story behind that picture?
Jett: Yeah, there is. It's one of several pics I was showing theDane one night, sort of an 'ooooh, yuck'fest.... All the pics I showed him were of me looking pretty rough, and they all made it onto the weblog template, HA! That particular photo actually has four people in it, but it was cropped. We were playing some gigs in the Southeast, and that's one of the 'morning after' photos. The people you see in it are Maxim, me, my best girlfriend Sydd and Maxim's boyhood friend Heath. Sydd was the only one not in the band, but she was a fucking GREAT roadie. Knew just when to bring out fresh beers.
Skillzy: I dunno you just look kind of uneasy in that picture...the way you're biting your finger and all
Jett: Why did it intrigue you so?
Skillzy: hey I answered your question before you asked - I'm good
Jett: Hm, 'uneasy'...I guess that's a pretty good characterization of me at times. I'm not a morning person, either.
Skillzy: you just looked uncomfortable to me. shrug
Jett: Well, we'd been having sex earlier (me and Maxim) and caught someone not just peeping, but full-on leering.
Skillzy: yikes!
Jett: And it was someone I clashed with anyway. Yeah, there are all kinds of deal-breakers in music.
Skillzy: maybe that's it....maybe I see your uneasy aura in that picture
Jett: Bands have broken up over less, you know.
Skillzy: no I don't, I'm not band material, dang it
Jett: What comprises 'band material'?
Jett: (besides raging ego)
Skillzy: someone with musical talent
Jett: (and sullen indignation, no matter how passive, at the world's ill treatment of you)
Skillzy: or really pretty - strike 2 for me!
Jett: Shit, Lou Reed could neither sing, nor was the boy pretty.
Skillzy: he had drugs - strike 3
Jett: But he sure made some interesting ear candy. Ah yes, how could I forget the chemicals?

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