Hey everybody, I much appreciate all of you who stop by regularly to read whatever fell out of my head that day, and I want to ask for your involvement in the creation of my next mixtape. So, what it is:
This next mixtape is what I’ve been vaguely refering to in conversation as a “trip mix”… there’ll be a bunch of new Gasoline Monk songs on it (all leaning more towards the surreal), and other things like that (my man Jdubeats is remixing “Gunshots & Gavels” and there might even be some Forrest Armstrong spoken poetry).
But then there will also be sections of a lot of other people’s songs, mostly with my fingerprints smudged all over ’em, all blended together and whatnot… think: an hour long surrealistic radio broadcast, presented by Gasoline Monk.
To help me out, just let me know what your favorite abstract albums you’ve ever heard are. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or leave them in the comments section of this post. As an example, check out the list I made a little while ago.
Anybody who tells me bout some stuff that gets on the mixtape will receive a copy of the limited EP I’ll be printing up to go along with it. Get at me!
Leaving Portland got me making this beat… filled with nostalgia for something just ending. That kinda thing. I’ll miss this place.
Listen to the beat here.
I’m sittin here smoking Bugler. Yes, I’ve been reduced to rolled cigarettes. Already feel sick, but I suspect that came off of Carlton Mellick, not Bugler. Feel better Carl (cough). Of course Portland’s getting beautiful; soon as I announced my departure everything started to bloom. Two more days of apple & cherry blossoms, then back home to that great New England muck.
We still don’t know what to call it (I’ve gone through a few titles, but titles are often the final touch for me and it’s rare I get it right off the bat. For a while I was calling it Warm Milk, then Prelude to Urban Sleep), but the Swallowdown Press book is going to be out in a couple months and Jeremy and I are figuring out stuff like cover art now. Which lets us look at a lot of really dope things, like this
But I stay two steps ahead; it’s been a while since I’ve been working on that book. Lately it’s all about comics with my longtime friend Jase Daniels. I already did one post about my initial reactions to writing comics and won’t write much more about it now but I will say that I love how often I get to tell Jase to draw a 40 oz.
Jase and I are also working on a musical project with Portland poet Mike Daily. It’s turning out to sound a lot like a radio broadcast you’d hear in a dream. Another Gasoline Monk thing coming soon: a track with a very dope French singer named Mélissandre. Plus two more mixtapes that I’ll be completing in Boston, with the privelage of being able to hit real studios again. (You should see my bedroom).
I’m looking forward to being on the east coast again, as much as I’ll miss the sharp minds I met here in Portland. Life’s good. I hope life is good for you, too. Let’s all drink tonight and celebrate how good life is.
I have an orthodox Jewish friend who says something in Hebrew before he takes a drink… I don’t know how you’d spell it, but it sounds like “La Hiem.”
that tomorrow I will actually sit down and make words. There’s been a lot of music gettin me excited lately, and compelling me to just throw it up here, but tomorrow I will make words. I’ll even talk about writing – the book coming out on Swallowdown Press in May, and the comic I’m working on now with Jase Daniels – & other real life things… tomorrow. Today, check out more Erykah Badu with Madlib production.
Over and over and over and over. Over and over and over and over is the story of my past few days.
There’s a couple approaching releases I’m excited about… just heard this new Erykah Badu track “Strawberry Incense” that Madlib produced and been repeating it ever since. It’s off Badu’s upcoming album, New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh), which is due out March 30th. Also lovin the art by Emek… who also did the art for the equally beautiful Part One –
And check this out… J.Rocc just spinned some Madvillainy 2 on the radio early, & now all of us get to enjoy it.
Speaking of horizons it’ll only be a couple months before my Swallowdown Press book comes out (the one that I just made a soundtrack for)… check the banner JRJ just made:
Bittersweet, as usual. Never easy to leave anywhere but ever since I was five and my parents got divorced I’ve moved all over like mad and got used to it. I like to drift. So although it’s getting beautiful in Portland now, with the sun leaning on our heads and the white blossoms out – apple blossoms, I learned – I feel it’s time to flip the page to the next chapter. The brick-plastered streets of Boston loom too strong in my memories; I need to get back to fuel up. Dunno where I’ll go from there.
Much love to Jeff Burk, Cameron Pierce, Angie Molinar and Chrissy Horchheimer for making this one hell of a year. I’ll miss you guys a lot. This seriously felt almost like a college experience, like there were lessons I had to learn in Portland… whatever happens from here, there’ll be no doubt that the foundation of my career is built largely from these months I’ve been living in the Bunker with y’all.
I’ll miss my buddy Jeremy Robert Johnson a shitload (although, to clarify, I’ve already been asked a couple times if me leaving Portland means me leaving Swallowdown Press – hell no. I’ll be there a looooong time), who’s soon to be a father – and peace out to Jess, his wife. Jess – that waffle breakfast you cooked us that morning is still the best meal I ever ate in Portland! Followed closely by Chrissy’s German Potato Salad.
Peace to Rose O’Keefe and Carlton Mellick III at Eraserhead Press – it was great, and you both gave me a lot of wisdom to take with me. Rose, I regret never tango dancing with you! Carl, shit, we never did spend that week of mornings in the office, did we? On my next visit to Portland, it’s you and me. We’ll get pastrami breakfast sandwiches and Dr. Pibb, too (I remember).
Mike Daily… shit, it was great to become friends man. Thanks for taking me to the studio, those were my only studio trips the entire time I was in Portland. Now get that bike amped up! Jess Gulbranson, thanks for the jam my man. It was wacky and I wish it could happen again soon – let’s see what the following years hold. Mykle Hansen, you crazy bear man. I really regret missing that trip to the coast with you and Kevin D. I thought I’d have more time to make up for it… but none of us is dyin’ yet. Daniel Scott Buck – thanks for having us for thanksgiving. It was my first time being out of Northeast America for the holidays and I couldn’t picture a better way to spend it.
Kevin Shamel and Terri – you don’t live in Portland, but sometimes I still feel like we’re neighbors. Of the heart. Same goes for you Gina and Karen.
Much love to all the fine folks I met through my roommates – would like to take a minute to say Whitney Streed, you’re killin’ it. And I was just telling Angie the other day that’s it’s cool to know that, for 100% sure, next time I visit Portland, you will be killing it even harder. Props!
Oh shit, I forgot somebody. Man I’ll miss you Sophie 😦
For those who don’t know yet (I didn’t until just recently), Nujabes passed away last month in a traffic accident, at the age of 36. This guy was one of the finest producers working within the arena of hip hop, though his style transcended hip hop by a lot and became kind of a league of its own. I wanted to share this ten song mix that Strictly Beats put together of his work – for those unfamiliar, it’ll be a great introduction; for those who loved him, it’ll be a good celebration of his work. Check that out here.
I also wanted to share the song that served as my introduction to this great artist.
owns. Just wanted to mention that. We’ve got his book I Am Going to Clone Myself Then Kill the Clone and Eat It out on the kitchen table and I’ve been picking it up daily, reading over the poems in it. They’re always funny, but in a way I’ve never really seen before; uncomfortably poetic for how lunatic they are. He’s got another book coming soon from Afterbirth Books, Frowns Need Friends Too. Check out his blog here.
Here’s a couple poems from the one I’m reading now:
Everyone Is Trying to Hug Me and I Don’t Have Enough Arms to Block Them All
Every time someone asks me what my name is like they’re going to begin a conversation, I want to say, “I know exactly what kind of shampoo you use because I have constructed a hole in the ceiling of your bathroom and I watch you. But not in a perverted way, more like a caring, endearing way.” That way the conversation probably won’t happen.
Politeness is Goodness
My friend was peeing in a parking lot once and some guy walked by unexpectedly. As the guy passed him, he looked at my friend’s dick. My friend said, “Yep – hey look, that’s my dick.” I thought it was funny how he trimmed the nonsense and just introduced it already. Also, very polite.
The Best Person to Kiss On the Mouth is Definitely Me
Yesterday, on the way home, I walked between two streetlights. I watched the shadow in front of me and the shadow behind me move and align perfectly beneath me. I worry that I am never going to learn anything or have anything important to say.
I’m been listening to a lot of Stones Throw lately (as usual) and one thing I’m amazed by is J. Rocc’s mixes, no matter what kind of music he’s mixing. It could seriously be anything – jazz, dollar bin records, hip hop whatever… but hearing the way he blends different songs together and permutates the sound is unreal to me. Inspiring. A true artist. Here’s an example from him in 2009 – and he fucks with one of my favorite Tribe songs of all time: “Oh My God!”