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More to come later. I'm tired.

BAM

Hot Wings, Cold Beer, Good Times

Here’s to the newly instated Code Of The South, gents. Slightly stale from Myrtle Beach (they call it “North Myrtle Beach” but I ain’t a sucker.) The accents are thick, and when left from a fair belle’s lips, usually makes me melt. What can I say? I really like it down here. It’s a different country, powerful different. Enough about the dirty ‘ol South, and more about; why you are here, me. Chill, this is what it is...

To take stock in the utmost of honesty, I’d much rather be drawing and designing right now, or working on that killer screenplay I may never start, but that is where my dreams are, and this keyboard and word processor; reminiscent of last minute meaningless school essays, are what my head’s on. So get this stroke of gentle genius, I’m going to use this blog as an autobiography in motion. This is what a blog is for, right? I’m not always right, but I’m never wrong. I’m actually a lefty, and on top of that, my grammar is terrible; however, it is my grammar. If anything, I’m giving you a break. Expect the bottom of my heart in every one of my run-on, broken, and ‘oddly worded’ sentences. Maybe something bigger could come from this? “We can only hope for an Indian Summer” As Chris Mojan of Fireworks fame would say, “the crops depend on it.”

I’ve been on a straight spree of listening to strong-voiced females with soul for days. I think it’s my natural instincts reminding me that Summer’s over, Fall flew by, and Old Man Winter is crashing the party and maybe it is about time to find a queen to cozy up to. Unfortunately, I have expensive taste and animated wolf eyes before I remember I’m the king of a castle nobody else wanted. I had to flip the game plan and strengthen my hems. I have no idea what “hems” are or even how I could go about making them stronger, but I heard Donovan Strain talking about them on Buteryass Mondays, and that shit is hysterically genius. Don’t sleep, you might learn something. Pardon the tangent, my mind is back on Lauryn Hill, Mariah Carey, The Cardigans, and most recently Amy Wineouse (David Ruffin, James Brown, and George Clinton had a hell of a problem too!). Buy Lauryn Hill’s Unplugged and hear it. Don’t just listen to it, hear it.

I’ve said too much. This message unfortunately does not possess the technology to self destruct.

Staying busy,
BAM

Mariah Carey ft. Jay-Z- Heartbreaker

Mariah Carey ft. Ol Dirty Doggy, Dirt McGirt- Fantasy

Japan are you in the house?

Let me paint a picture for you, you like paintings, right? I’m the purveyor of perpetual personality. It’s nothing more than spectating, for sport; however, by no means, a spectator’s sport. Master procrastinators of the world, REJOICE! I got a leg up on the rest of the herd. Catch my waft? Pardon any distinct hint of ego, over-confidence, elitism, and/or most tragically of course, hubris. I’m the prick you secretly hated all through the glory years of high school, I was the deeper-thinker and brave enough to explore and navigate my sensitive side through “outcast; yet, applauded-when-done-well mediums” like the arts, that still made the team. I travelled with different flocks that were few and equally awkward; however we had soul, and the unnecessary know-how to say “fuck that” in the first place. Everyone is an enemy when suburban teen boys first listen to punk rock. It’s clearly stated in the unstated bylaws of punk rock lyricism. This has no negative intentions, but plenty of Bad Brains because I got that PMA (Google it.) This is simply a round-a-bout synopsis of where I’m at, with a possible foreshadowing forecast of where I’d like to be.

I’ve learned so much about myself by sub-consciously studying others in my surroundings. I think about and practice it constantly on a more outward level and feel as if I’ve been granted a gift of excellent perception and; therefore, judgement. Once one begins to become comfortable in their flesh and; ideally, their mind in tune with their body, it is not uncommon for such a fortunate soul to experience day-to-day life with a sensationally natural out-of-body high. We as people are direct products of our surroundings. Life is made up of vibes and rhythms traded through interaction. Those that become really comfortable with interaction get to be good enough to skip a few steps in getting to know someone. By knowing themselves, first. “Will I like this person?” First impressions are comprised of vibrations. Those underprivileged with a weak mind, only get the kind that The Beach Boys sang about on Pet Sounds. That’s why your girl has shit friends. Now those that are in tune and got soul for days, can pick up on a bad vibe within the first 5-10 minutes of acknowledging another being’s existence. I apologize if I forgot your name, my mind sweeps it away as if it’s an unnecessary detail or character front. Give me a reason to remember it and I can almost promise you I will never forget it again. Life is too short, with too many variables in it to make promises. This is a good thing, yeah?

Do I dare expose every bit of knowledge I’ve been acquiring about life and my life since my born day, or bottle my “floating outside of the box” ideas and philosophies on life like a quaint secret? A magician never reveals his tricks; though, I don’t fancy myself one because I could always guess your card, but I could never keep that damn rabbit in my hat! Get it?

MF DOOM wrote about art and life on an inhale/exhale level in the latest Wax Poetic. I’m on the “inhale” as I’m taking in life and inspiration to “exhale” and spit back my two cents to the rest of the world. DOOM’s a beast. I’m trying to be on that level, and then some... I get greedy, you don’t? Exactly. I want to make films, art, music, and you a mix-tape with an absurd theme.

Whenever you’re in the dumpies just remember, love your life, the rest comes easy.

BAM (all caps when you spell the man name.) 

Madvillain- ALL CAPS


A Tribe Called Quest- Vibes & Stuff (sorry no video, just feel it.)


Bad Brains- Attitude

Stay tuned for the next edition of road ramblings.

Feedback positive or negative is immensely encouraged.