Ouija (aka Head)

First off, WHAT UP Y'ALL!  If you're checkin the site out now, that means you were down from
day one and that's cool as hell!  My boy runnin this site tells me I have to tell y'all a 
little about myself so here goes...

It all started in Hayward, California for me.  I didn't stay there long at first, but I went
back a few times, and saying you're from California is cooler than saying you're from 
anywhere else I suppose.  I was all over the place as a kid (Cali, Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin,
Virginia, Missouri, Alabama, and Nebraska!) because my dad was an up-and-coming DJ.  That
was rough, but I met lots of different people and was exposed to music of all kinds.  So I
can honestly say that, in the end, it was good for me to be outtie every 9 months.  But 
overall, life was shitty as a kid.  I mean, we couldn't even afford store brand food.  Shit,
you know you're ghetto when your food rings up at the register as "generic ____."  Shit don't
even have a name, it's just generic!  But my dad kept on comin up, and eventually dude was 
pullin 6 figures!  All of a sudden we got a brand new crib, 3 cars, a big screen, and all of
the nicest things.  Before you get to callin me a preppy ass lil rich kid before you even know
me, follow me to the other side of the coin here...

Fast forward to life at mom's and it's ghetto with a capital "G."  Food stamps, energy 
assistance, housing assistance, anything we can get!  That's why I gotta do this rap thing.
Not that I wouldn't anyway, it just really makes a difference when you say you're hungry and
you REALLY mean it!  When you can actually open your refrigerator and have NOTHING to eat.  
Milk, bread, and maybe some butter and lunch meat and that's all you get.  THAT'S hungry.  I've
been writing lyrics since I was about 12 years old, but I never seriously rapped anything until
like 8th grade, Freshman year, somethin like that.  I was supposed to get down with Jesse 
Cardenas on a CD back in Omaha cuz he was the only other cat I knew that was rappin, but he 
never came through and he sucked anyway.  Boys recorded their cd at the karaoke booth at the 
mall where they'd record whatever you did!  One take, man...that shit took balls cuz they 
actually copied it and sold it over Dre's beats and shit, lol.  But this dude Jeremiah 
Cumberland used to push me into writing during study hall and, I don't know, it got better.  It
got good enough that the club DJ at the bar my mom was bar tending at told me that he would 
help me on my own cd.  So, two years later, still no cd...but we're STILL talkin about it.  I 
had a couple songs written, but nothing too spectacular.  However, this is where shit gets 
interesting...

My boy Shane had always rapped with me when we were listening to Bone Thugs and such, and always
told me he could rap a little himself.  I seriously didn't believe him because he was so 
unconfident in his abilities.  I'd be freestylin with Damon and he'd just keep his mouth shut 
when it got to him in the circle or whatever and just pass it on to me.  But when he finally got
over it, he showed me somethin.  I knew from then on that my cd wouldn't be a solo effort.  
Ouija needed a partner in crime.  So, who better to record your album with than the guy you got 
drunk with, high with, and hit a lick with for the first time?  When we first started, it was 
rough.  Holdin a 10 dollar mic with a sock over it isn't exactly a studio, ya know?  But we did 
it...either at Damon's crib or on my computer.  And for some reason, people liked it.  All of a 
sudden, we walk around downtown and hear "Who We Are" bangin in somebody's system when we put 
out 5 demo cds at basketball games and shit!  Within a week of burnin off those 5 cds, those 5 
turned into about 50.  People are talkin and sharing the music and I LIKE IT!

So what up now?  We are with the best producer we have ever met and are recording the demo that
will hopefully have us out on tour and on shelves very soon.  In the mean time, we're lookin 
for gigs, parties, anything to just kick it and get the name out.  We'll do it for gas money and
free beer cuz we're cool like that!  


Shout Outs: Well first of all, my mom and dad.  My mom for being down enough to bump my music 
and memorize my words (even though I say "fuck" sometimes, she still sings along!) and my dad 
for being behind me 100%.  I know if I get this record deal, you're gonna be the one to get it 
for me and I appreciate it.  MY BOY Ghost, because, "without you, Ghost & Ouija is just Ouija, 
and that just sounds dumb."  You remember that man!  Don't ever quit and STAY CONFIDENT!  You 
know I will, I'm "the fucking Terminator," right?  My brothers, Gavin (Bitch ass dude!  You know
I love you "Joey Mac The DON!"), Tanner (Lil' Bizzy Bone!), and Cameron (I miss you buddy...Go 
Go Power Rangers!), and my beloved sister Savannah (You got all the looks in this family baby!). 
Mad love for my stepmom Kris who tried like hell at age 19 to be my mom.  You fucked up 
sometimes and you know it, but you're my "other" mom, and Dad picked someone who could cook 
this time!  Mad love/hate for my now ex-stepdad Gregg.  I love you one day then hate you the 
next...we got a weird relationship but one day you're just gonna give it up and we're gonna 
throw back a 30 pack now that you're drinkin' again (YEAH!  Don't think I haven't heard...)  
All of my friends who never scoffed at the fact that I wanted to be a rapper, thank you.  Gerod
(G-ROD!), Mark C. (YODA!), Mike C., Mike A., Keith (Props for the site homie!), Blake, Brandi, 
Ashlin, Ariel (Earl the Girl), Krissi, Sara, Elena, Beth, Carissa, and anyone else I forgot (I'M
SORRY!)  Special love for my Q-9ers back in O-Town (You know who you are!).


Oh, and a special section goes out to Andra Davis, without whom I wouldn't be here in my present
mind state today.  You fucked me over so many times in our relationship, and without you, I 
wouldn't have written at least half of the songs I've written.  When I needed anger, you were 
there.  When I needed sadness or somberness, you were definitely there.  But most important of 
all, when I needed you there, you were never around.  You forced me to say, "FUCK THE WORLD!" 
and do things myself at the slightest hint of incompetence.  I am so much more self-respecting 
and self-sufficient now, and I just wanna say thanks.  You were the love of my life and now 
you're just a pathetic shadow of the great, strong and beautiful woman you used to be.  I am so
much better off without you.  You were too tall anyway and it really sucked fuckin you from 
behind...I just threw that in there for humor guys!  


I LOVE ALL Y'ALL AND I WISH YOU NOTHING BUT THE BEST!  THE ONLY THING LEFT TO DO IS TAKE OVER 
THE GAME!  GET THAT ALBUM FOR US WHEN IT DROPS!  YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED!