VISUALIZE & ATTACK

Dear Ryan Thomas Bambery,

I'm done feeling sorry for you, making you miserable, dwelling on any glimpse of the past, half-stepping, envying the successful, sleeping in late, procrastinating, and coming up short. I'm not promising any more big things from you, but I have endless faith. I can't make any promises. Life is too short for that madness.

Listen to Shoot Me Down by Lil Wayne. Dude is saying what he wants to say, how he wants to say it. You listen to his words and you're bobbing your head, maybe even reciting word for word if you know what's really good like my boy Chris Albert; notice something? You're vibing... Feeling good about what he has to say. Not a Wayne fan? That's fine, just respect the fact that he came from nothing, a human being like yourself, and he's doing what he loves doing and he does it well. Peep the producer credits... Kanye West. Why is he so big? All eyes on them, you've heard both of those names. Think about it. The world is yours, do something with it.

Infinitely you,
Ryan Thomas Bambery

In My Room

I've been home for over 2 weeks now, the longest I've been home since I left for tour in August. I could lie and say I've been incredibly productive, but instead I'll be honest with myself and say I've been staying out late at night and sleeping until late in the afternoon. It's been amazing to catch up with all of my hometown friends and there are plenty more to see.  

I haven't ruled out Arizona for New Years. If I can get my motorcycle and get it running in ship-shape a few days after Christmas, I'm going to load up a backpack and a bad-roll and go on a road trip. Here's the bike I'm getting from my friend Andrew; It's a 74 Honda...

 

That would be an experience, considering I have never ridden an actual motorcycle before in my life. I love the idea of being alone on the open road though. If it's not ready for New Years, I'm not going to sweat it. I'm home until March, there is plenty of time for road trips. I feel like going by myself would be the most exciting element to the trip. 

Adventure is always on my mind, especially considering I've been spending so much time cooped up in my room thanks to this brutal snow and sheer laziness. I've been cleaning it for over a week now and seem to be getting nowhere. Whenever I get a good momentum going, I'll find old artwork or writing that I've saved since middle school. I'm a recovering pack rat so keeping a clean room was always an issue for me. I've never thrown out so much of my stuff in my life.

I'd like to thank Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys for being my all-time favorite band. My uncle got me into them at a young age and my love for them has only grown since. This song has always been one of my favorites, and fitting for this post.  I've always spent a lot of time in my room, it's where I do my best thinking (aside from the shower.)



Alone time is healthy for the mind, cherish it.

BAM

Show & Tell: 3 Months Strong

I get asked constantly what made me cut animals out of my diet. Take a few minutes out of your busy lives to watch these 2 videos. Sorry if I ruin your appetite, but I like to think you would want to know what is going in your body. Ignorance can be a scary thing when it gets out of hand. 

Watch more videos at PETA.org

"Nobody can come up with a good argument for eating animals—nobody can. People as some kind of a joke say, well, "It’s tasty," but it’s only tasty once you garnish it and you put salt and pepper and you cook it and you have to do 300 things to it to disguise its true taste. If you put garnishes on a chair or fabric it would probably taste quite nice."  -Morrissey

If you aren't phased by this, that is perfectly fine. I just want people to see how wrong it is. 

Tomorrow marks my 3rd month of being vegan. I'm going to treat myself to vegan chicken patties and a tall glass of chocolate soy milk.

I owe my health and happiness to everybody that has helped me out along the way.

BAM

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A Declaration Of Nomad

Friends! Enemies! Big and small! Seduce me with your IDEAS, CHALLENGES, BUSINESS VENTURES, SKETCHY SITUATIONS, PARTYS NEEDING A DJ, PHILOSOPHIES, and overall NEW EXPERIENCES.

I decided I don’t want to work a job ever again. If you love what you do, you aren’t working, you’re just doing what you like to do. Be real with yourself, if you hate your job, quit and try to take an adventure. Life is too short to make a promise, but here is my promise to go global, with projections of universal (credit Patrick Ahern.) I’m going to be a guerrilla lemonade stand, a beer brewer, a writer, a Dazzler, a rude boy, a joker, a smoker, a vegan restaurant owner, a brand developer, an interior decorator, a fashion designer, a film maker, a shinny hockey player, a gypsy, a gambler, a whiffle baller, a tea drinker, a bike rider, a music video director, a DJ, a motorcycle, VW, ratrod, WASTERS, and Ed Roth enthusiast, a listener of fine music, a pirate, a painter, a connoiseur, an entrepreneur, a Real Deal Holyfield version of Max Fischer.

Eat your heart out,
Ryan Bambery

Mind For Hire

RBAMBERY@GMAIL.com

DO NOT HESITATE TO SEND ME ANY AND ALL PROPOSITIONS. ALL WILL BE READ AND CONSIDERED.

Act Like You Don't Know.

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?