IMFAMOUS NYE 2009

Is there a better reason to throw a party thats to usher in a new year, full of new possibility and success? Wait I got one. My Best friends birthday! Even better lets do both!

Amber Anstead, my right arm, my 3rd eye, my best friend, is having her birthday on Jan 1st, so we are combining her birthday party with my New Years party.

At Club 26 Ten, located at 2610 Sage (across the street from Macy’s at the Galleria) at 9PM we are kicking it off. A plush atmosphere, with a built in sushi bar on the second floor many tables, and a great dance floor, amazing lighting, music and everything.

The best part is, for those who are lucky enough to be attending the party with us, at 2AM when all the clubs are closing and everyone is going home, we are locking the doors, and starting our after party. Sushi at 5AM? I can’t wait.

Hope to see you there!
Joe

Would you go to a party hosted by TheDirty.com?

We are talking to Nik Richi​e and thinking of bringing him to Houst​on and have all the Dirty​ Celeb​s we all love to hate come out and give you a chanc​e to wish you were them.​ hahah​a

I want to know your opini​ons

Every year 002 Magazine has a contest in houston between all the graphic artist and photographers. That winner recieves the Christmas editions cover. This year my art was a runner up.. No worries, but check out the winner, BLAHHHHHHH...

The contest page in 002


My Art


The Winner


What do you think, I'd like to here your comments.

here are the honorable mentions

Long time no see

I haven't been to this blog in sometime. I think because it has been more of a personal journal throughout the time I have used it and lately, looking into myself hasn't been a subject of interest. 

Lately I've not only lost desire to focus on looking inside carefully enough to write about it, but I have almost lost focus on anything but getting out of this house. Part of my DUI sentence was 60 days with a curfew of 6PM. Wow, for someone like me that is the worst part of it. I am so used to getting out regularly and with an obvious social addiction, it was torture.

Anyway I figured I'd atleast write something in this and maybe I'll write more soon to.

Ciao Joe

Stuck!

In the corner of a box marked "lost and found" is the junction between the almost could have been and the beautiful nothing you live in this second after what was again just another moment. Not very interesting from one to the next, I guess we have to find something a little more vexed. 

From that box I shout my sound with illusions that soon one day we'll all be found, by a man in a crown, who's been staring down with a blood covered frown. Is that a whisper I hear from over there, is that you? Are you looking, sifting through the consequences of each random item stored inside with an "as if" approach to the sequence of events that brought us together. Is it a dissolved purpose deciding a purgatory silence in this box marked "Lost and Found?" An old shipping sticker clearly marked for another day peeled away show stains. For sure this box is for nothing more than to sit here reminding those who still have there pencils and wallets and cell phones not to loose them.

I've got a disease - I love this

Feels like you made a mistake, You made somebodys heart break
But now I have to let you go, I have to let you go
You left a stain, On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know, I have to let you go

No ones ever turned you over, No ones tried
To ever let you down, Beautiful girl
Bless your heart

I got a disease, Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I cant live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it, Dont pay no attention to me
I got a disease

Feels like youre making a mess, You're hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire, And left me there to burn

Every little thing you do is tragic, All my life, oh was magic
Beautiful girl, I cant breathe

I think that Im sick
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be strong, Keep telling myself it that wont take long till
Im free of my disease

I got a disease

hmm

Life is a wheel of changes But changes are life And someday we will have to say good bye But our spirit will survive Love is phasing Love is moving To the rhythm of your sight In the darkness I get closer To the crossing point of light Reason is lasting, passion is living And dying is teaching us how to live

Calm before the storm.

I wondering a few things lately. From this seat the weather is beautiful. Is this going to continue. Metaphorically, the weather never stays the same for ever. I'm applying effort not to view this great time in my life negatively, but it's just so good I'm almost expecting some collapse in how great life is right now. My job is as good as it's been and at the end of each day my career only looks brighter. My family is growing or at least I'm becoming more attached to it. My group of friends are becoming tighter and broader. My sphere of influence is definitely developing into a noticeable audience. My plans for each of the following is seamlessly happening and without obstacle. Is this just adolescence becoming genuine maturity. Does this happen to all who apply themselves? I really admire God for allowing me an amount of time to just breathe and enjoy my life. I am so happy that everything is just smooth. I have only one thing in my life right now that needs some attention. But other than that one thing, EVERYTHING is perfect. If you are around me right now, thank you for your help, and know that i've carefully chosen you to be there. You play a role in the satisfaction I get out of life right now. Ok thats it...... Nothing real important.... Remember to "Be Famous, Get Joe"

I broke my foot

Dude so I was out Friday night with some friends. It started out great, I took my boys girl out for sushi (hahaha thats funnier than you think) and had some hang-time with some friends and saw some live music.

The night ended at an apartment complex and thats were the splinter in the evening began. I could get the gate to open for my motorcycle, so we jumped the fence. Not a problem until we were leaving. When I jumped the fence again, I landed smack down on my right heel, somehow forgetting to break my fall. .:CrAcK:. 

It didn't hurt too bad that evening but I could tell something was wrong. But when I woke up in the morning, I could stand on it. I COULDN"T EVEN DRIVE MY BIKE HOME. OUCH... 

So thats how it happened. I am going to the doctor tomorrow to get some professional help. Wish me luck...

Lets see how far we've come!

Ok so sitting back I am starting to discover a trend. Everything and everyone is pushing us to the end. End of days, end of life, end of something.

The History Channel is pushing space expansion and an infinite collapse, the church is pushing the apocalypse and the fulfillment of prophecy. The scientist are pushing global warming and the melting of the polar caps, flooding Earth. 

I feel rushed to some respect. Should be in a hurry to get there, enjoy now more, or just ignore it. What is our fascination with everything ending?

As soon as this thought enters my mind a song begins to play by Matchbox Twenty, "Let's see how far we've come." The lyrics are, " Im waking up at the start of the end of the world."

Whats going on out there?

Scott Crenshaw, a spiritual mentor of whom I've wedged myself beneathe his wing, is adventuring into a series called "heaven." Maybe thats it. Maybe it is happening and all has been, and suddenly through a series of external and internal influences I have finnaly realize it. Like wakeing up in the morning, there comes one things at a time. Sound, touch, sight, thought, etc. The world, the universe, my soul. 

Lets see how far we've come. Lets see how far we've come.

Whoa Things have definitely changed

Wow I haven't been to my blog in a very long time. I went and read some old posts, which I wish I could remove, but I promise myself I wouldn't. I am disappointed in who I was only last year. It's amazing how much one can change in a short period of time.

I'd like to thank Scott Crenshaw, my people and Venue, and all you local brats for helping become who I am today. I'm diggin the new Joe Clements, hope you are to.

If your reading this, thank you too...

Ciao for now. I think I'll start blogging again...

See ya tomorrow...

I sleep to dream her, still

I know I'll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator
To twist her arms now
She stares up at the stars when
The stars fell from her hair then
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone
I sleep just to dream her
I beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms
I came there to find out
Find out she made up her mind
My arms are all tied up
To me she was blind