Just dropping a line....

It has been awhile...I have been seeing Dr. Baptista for my upcoming lap band surgery. Yeah I am doing it. And with no support from my family who can ask for anything more.

The Fat Pimp's Triple Bypass

I know...have not been posting anything. With my mother being ill and my own health issues I have had little time...sorry. Then my uncle Don called to say that the Fat Pimp was just about to have a triple bypass. I was about to go to Natchez but unk told me to calm down. He was right...my mother has only me to take care of her and leaving her would put her in a predicament. John Henry my dad, made it through. This I liked very much.

Philosphy of the Zen Pimp

I named my music project "Zen Pimps" to honor my father John Henry McIntyre who is known as the Fat Pimp in southern Mississippi. I always regretted that my mother named me after her then husband Solomon McQueen;he also resented the fact that I was named after him that he adopted his second wife's nephew and named him "Solomon Nikita McQueen". My family and real old friends call me Kelsie and in some of my writings and artwork I will sign "John Kelsie McIntyre". Besides, a pimp is a leader, not a follower. Now nothing is wrong with following but if you don't branch off then how will you improve yourself?
So why the Zen? My own philosphy...be confident in yourself and you can achieve whatever you desire to be...be the pimp. I pimp the guitar; I can play music that make women swoon and grown men cry. There were other "guitar pimps out there before me; Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix...people who used the guitar as an extension of their personality. I cannot name half the notes I play but how can you notate emotions, grief and joy. Love and hate. Confidence and uncertainy.
So I will end this post with one of my father's quotes that he said to a young lady about her chosen profession..."If you going to be whore...be the best whore that you can be!! Always present yourself to the consumer with all the finery you can muster. Treat no trick different whether he only wants head or wants to sample all holes. You don't have to say to every john, 'I love you' but say it with your eyes. A look can make a man pop off or go limp so look right into those eyes as if your eyes were x-ray beams that can look into his skull!" So philosphized the Fat Pimp.....

Music can heal the body and soul...

On December 23, 2007, a day after a very heavy workout at my local gym, I woke up with the most excruiciating pain in my lover back that actually made my lower extremities go numb. This was the beginning of new and dibilating chapter in my life. When once I was a fitness conscience outgoing person who loved music and seeing different places to a shut in who relied on medication that numbed my pain and blunted my creativity. I had love to make or rebuild electric guitars. Those guitars hanging from my walls became layered in dust and the strings began to rust from lack of care and not playing. On April 17th, 2010, I stepped into Mike Courson's Studio Sea located not to far from my Jacksonville Beach home with three of my guitars and began to play. Four hours later the beginning of three and half songs were in the can and my confidence had a boost that it need for a long time.