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A Discordian rap star who balances the world on his hatred of the mundane. He's also a songwriter/rapper/producer/performer/poet type of person who does things, and hopes that you like them or that you dislike them in such a way that it will bring you pleasure.

 

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Weekend art voyage 

I did a series of shows as “The TickleBomb Orchestra” with Mark Leighton, Jon Gryckiewicz, Willow, Derek Meade and Larry Wilson this weekend starting Wednesday night in Worcester at my friend Jenny’s tattoo group meetup. It was stupid fun, and the place was SWARMING with beautiful tattoo’d people. No complaints here! :)

The group started as a reaction to a pretty dim-witted and ignorant article about tattoos on women (no, you didn’t just go back in time to the 1950’s) by a local journalist in Worcester Magazine. I don’t fault WoMag for printing the article, and I certainly don’t fault the author for having her own opinion on the matter…but you can’t say dumb things without people reacting, y’know?

The night started off with Cowboy Matt playing some tunes with Larry and Mark to a full house packed with new and old friends alike…then I hopped on the guitar to give Mark a break and we did a version of “Wanderer’s Lament” - which is one of my favourite songs to play, so that was fun.

Then we blazed through a great, extended, set of all the songs we practiced and a few we didn’t. It was an AMAZING start to the weekend.

Then we hopped in the van (thanks to Peter Fuller Van Rentals) on Friday and headed down to the Space Palace to rock out with Ellis Ashbrook and the impeccable Many Mansions (whom I’ve seen in more slimmed down lineups at the White Haus many times…great folks, amazing music).

The place was absurd, as usual. Steve Grise was doing live video-mixing, including mixing in the painting that Anthonty P. Cerretani was working on in real-time! The place is a great environment, with creative people in spitting distance at any time. Seriously, if you want to spit on a creative person, that’s the place to do it. That would make you something of a fuckhead, but dowutchyalike.

Then we left at 4am to hit the road for DC, where we were going to play Six Flags for a 2.5 hour chunk in the middle of the day. The stage setup was RIDICULOUS and set the mood for the performance, which honestly felt very out of place. Through it all, the amazing Liz Metelsky had our backs and provided a comfortable and warm environment.

One of the highlights for me, though, was going on the Mind Eraser. I had a very personal moment that reminded me of my family on one of our only “vacations”. Since we pretty much lived on the road, “staying home” was more of a vacation than a vacation tends to be for most.

I could go more into that but it’s personal, sad and likely very boring. You can ask if you like. If you’re reading this blog, you know I’m an open book.

Then we made the trek home and Monday night I played an amazing house venue, doing a rap set, called The Burrow in Allston. Met so many lovely and amazing people there, I can’t wait to go back! Ira Lee put on an amazing show and was a great dude. I wish him luck on the rest of his tours and travels, and I’m sure we’ll meet again. Emoh Betta was there, doing the DAMN thing like usual…actually, no. Not at all like usual. He was extroverted, having a great time, and clearly LOVING performing with Ira. I’ve seen Emoh kill it with my man H.W. many times, but I’d often naively attributed it to a special relationship they shared, being something of an outsider in that social circle. It turns out that Emoh is like one of those crazy ass lizards made of colours never meant to go together that can still camouflage themselves when necessary. There to shine when it’s time, out the fuckin’ way when it ain’t. The dude is worth looking into if you like sonic art, period.

All in all, it was 4 very different - yet similar places. All of them providing a familiarity of their own…I can’t wait to do it again. :)

The only piece of visual art I've ever made got in WoMag? Must be a wormhole. 

The only piece of visual art I've ever made got in WoMag? Must be a wormhole.:

:-) My piece, jokingly titled “A Choir of Piano Dragons”, was used in a unique piece where Brittany Durgin from Worcester Magazine asked a bunch of us Worcesterites to submit visual pieces that tells (at least part of…) the story of our lives. I’m happy she asked, and that I had serendipitously* made this just a few weeks previous!

*Google Chrome doesn’t think this is a word, and it’s probably right.

Shanathan

Apple Dapples 

A vision that plays on infinite repeat
The glitch of omnipresence feasting on my last thread.
Sliding it through the fabric I once relied on
letting me know, finally, that no peace can come.

A vision of solitude, unlikely experienced together
Decisions of minutia - the last vestige of control
The words uncertain, but resolute; “Apple Dapples?”
They fight against a mouth unwilling

What can I do but listen to the clinks
as 8 imitations fall to their new home?
And can hopefully crawl their way into the stomach
of the most important person I’ll ever meet.

———————-

Mah dude HW showed up at the show last night and took this video... 

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Mah dude HW showed up at the show last night and took this video of a new joint. Pretty sure only part of these will be the verses, but that shit went over pretty well I’d say.

longlivehw:

@shane_hall killing it last night at the raven.

I don’t know if this staged, and I don’t care.  This... 



I don’t know if this staged, and I don’t care. This might be what I’ve ever wanted from love/lust summed up in one photograph. I even wrote a song about it before it happened, which you can see in this old blog post. And now, the song has a name.

“Vancouver Skyline”

He was lost in a warzone

she was a warrior at heart
she was fighting for freedom
while he stood there falling apart

he said, “I know that you don’t trust me
and I wouldn’t trust you if you did,
so now I’m fleeing the country,
stake my claim to the highest bid
it’s goin dooooooooooooooooooown…like that.”

She ripped all of his clothes off
in the shit, with mortars abound
pushed him into the foxhole
and showed him how it really goes down.

Their screams got lost in the blast of shells
and their bodies lost their weight
they awoke at last, the enemy
Wanted by the state

“What have we got our selves into?
I don’t think it is true
That love is all and everything
Unless I make it with you
It’s gone dooooooooooooooown…like that.”

It’s goin down like that
It goes down like that
It went down like that.

Then she said
“Trust is such a loaded weapon,
it falls apart - no exceptions
but if our conception was never mentioned
we’d know that we had the best intentions
I’m ready to be the first in line, leave it to me or it’ll curse your mind,
if you had the nerve to climb it’d curve your spine
I serve the kind that’s got the perfect mind but when I can’t find them then you’re just fine
know you’d better be ready see the enemies obscenities could never be remedied, don’t get ahead of me just let it be….

…And clean up the mess.

She left the place a crimson hue
Of the friends she once had
He spent the days a simple dude
And feeling sort of bad…

But very much in love.



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