THE BADBOOB

The Era Of The Dark Mother EP – OUT NOW!

The Era Of The Dark Mother is my first project release since May/June. I emphasized paintings, drawings, and preparing for vending opportunities instead of remaining glued and hunched-backed, staring at my computer all summer. I did, however, open Ableton in order to compose music and sound effects for my latest short film, ALTAR. But overall…
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PSY-OP (ORIGINAL MIX) – OUT NOW!

Four months ago I released my most recent mixtape of original beats: ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PSY-OP. An hour and thirty four minutes of BADBOOB’s most polished beats arranged and recorded to showcase a potential live set. Dubstep, halftime, neuro, techno, house, ambient, IDM and every genre in between. For me, producing is less about fitting…
SCREENPLAY: ALTAR – OUT NOW!

I am releasing the screenplay for my recently released short film ALTAR. Here you can get an idea of my writing process along with the changes made while shooting and editing. This was my first attempt at writing a screenplay since college, almost ten years ago. I enjoyed the lack of pressure compared to writing…
SHORT FILM: ALTAR – OUT NOW!

ALTAR – Mother wants a baby. Independent Short Film by Nick Rubinoff WARNING GRAPHIC VIOLENCEWARNING FLASHING LIGHTS SUMMARY:An Occultist lusts for secret knowledge and power, searching for hidden Altars (Mother), who disperse transcendent knowledge across an unknown landscape during an unknown time. After a botched attempt to summon the Altar, the Occultist must go to…
MUSIC VIDEO: Imissacid

I produced music tracks quicker than I could produce videos. The result: my recent attempt to travel back in time through the BADBOOB discography and upload music videos. I produced visuals for the first two projects and then surrendered to the music making process. Unfortunately I neglected video production in the process and suffered the…
Are You Pissed Yet? EP – OUT NOW!

Resistance is a funny thing. Resistance? In modern psychoanalysis resistance is a fundamental roadblock in treatment and maturity. A right of passage. A refusal to deal with negative emotions. An avoidance, typically of anger. However the appearance of the avoidance depends on the person. Sex, drugs, alcohol, eating, gambling, isolation, relationship codependency, skipping therapy sessions.…
Amygdala Hijack EP – OUT NOW!

On May 19th, I released an EP called Amygdala Hijack. Ever experienced fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?Ever experienced a panic attack? A rush of emotion, distortions and confusion. Ever been under threat of annihilation? Grasping for survival? The Amygdala Hijack refers to a natural physiological and psychological reaction to threatening or dangerous events. A survival…
Rust Belt Beats EP – OUT NOW!

The latest EP. Rust Belt Beats. An ode to old manufacturing hubs, dilapidated steel mills, abandoned coal mines, and forgotten tanneries. An attempt to resurrect the influences of my past. Places: Worcester. Pittsburgh. Philadelphia. Athens, Ohio. The Poconos. Cities, towns, locations once bursting with opportunities and approaching horizons only to be shipped overseas for pennies…
Cooking Sausages On Seroquel EP – OUT NOW!

On March 31st, I released Cooking Sausages on Seroquel. Ten tracks in fourteen days. (EDIT: I added more tracks) A continued exploration of experimental and psychedelic bass through crunchy neuro wobbles, resampled distortion, and compressed chaos. The project explores genre defying bass music: techno, halftime, dubstep, riddim, experimental beats; Cooking Sausages On Seroquel defies routine…
BLOG: Migration Malfunctions

If you dropped by THEBADBOOB.com in the last few days, you were likely confused and met with a fresh white page with broken links, no pictures, and a website void of the broody, cyberpunk landing zone I spent over a year creating. In my last post, I mentioned a migration process from wordpress.com to wordpress.org.…
BLOG: FINE ART

I’ve been lazy updating my blog. Lazy uploading the latest art pieces, animations, EP’s, videos, etc. Too much time is focused on Meta’s instagram or Twitter’s X. Websites that aren’t my own turf. The whole point of building a website was creating something OF MY OWN. The difficulty of censorship increases when somebody’s not bound…
ANIMATION: Nightclub Catastrophe (LEGO Animation Test #2)

Here is the follow-up LEGO animation to my previous post. I am building skills at animations, enjoying the bloody special effects, creating sound effects, and sneaking produced music into the mix. It’s a grueling process, taking picture after picture, moving frame by frame, and hoping not to dislodge the camera, tripod, or figures. This video,…
ANIMATION: Mob Hit (LEGO Animation Test #1)

I’m assembling old LEGO pieces for stop motion animations. Beats live-action films by myself for the time being. Although don’t worry, short films are inevitable. In the meantime, I’m continuing LEGO animation films where I left off, and aiming for a a long format, 10-30 minute movie. However, In order to accomplish serious projects, I’ve…
NAIVE-EXPRESSIONISM EP – OUT NOW!

I wrote this EP after a month break from Ableton. After experiencing problems with my hard drives, I took a rest-bit from technology and focused on paintings, drawings, pastels, and videography. This analog process of creation allowed the mind to recover from digital overload. A nature break, we’ll say. Returning to Ableton, I focused on…
BLOG: A Doge Day Afternoon

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past month or succumb to a daily prescription of ignorance, a sedative most likely, then you’re well aware of @DOGE: Short for the Department of Government Efficiency. DOGE: A promise to cut waste and expose government corruption, vocalized by President Trump and Elon Musk during the…
REVIEW: Generation I by arrival.

Looking for the heaviest hitters in underground bass music? Look no further than Generation I from the mysterious arrival. – a curated compilation of our favorites names in glitch hop and neurohop. A crash landed ship hauling the prized goods of J.Lang, Sqonk, Fika, Crawdad Sniper, Ginseng, Shep, Hokey Boi, and more.With the impending departure…
SHORT STORY: Road Trip

(Short story from 2016, Junior Year at Ohio University) A sugar maple emerges from the Appalachia, casting a perfect shadow over a crossed-legged figure resting in the shade. In this patch of cool isolation, the lotus figure draws yawning breaths, expanding the cavities of his lungs, until the very point of consciousness withers into a tranquil departure. The figure repeats the rhythm, eyes sealed shut; gently fading the tone of the Pennsylvania highway and the constant anxieties,…
SHORT STORY: ROWDY’S

(Short Story is from 2016, Junior Year at Ohio University) The three of us squatted on the corner of 52nd and Market Street, rotating broken cigarettes and a can of Arnold Palmer, observing as the city of Philadelphia lay rotting underneath the blistering rays of an August sun. The beams of sunlight rippled the brick-scale architecture into coiled wavelengths, shattering the proud historic…
SHORT STORY: RV

(Short Story was written in 2015, Sophomore Year at Ohio University) Ethan detached the water pipe from the embrace of his lips and exhaled, observing as the smoke ascended into a blanket of developing stratus clouds. He enjoyed watching individual wisps of smoke twist and sputter into shapes before dissipating. It was sweet and abstract – numbing yet sensational. Across the room, The Flaming Lips’ propelled “Fight Test” through a pair…
SHORT-SHORT STORT: Yogurt Factory

In college, I hated writing because of a narcissistic professor who hated my dark and disturbing writings; and to a degree, resented my abilities as a writer. Joan tried to beat the pen out of my hand. Bad grades, incoherent after-class advice, a lack of constructive feedback, and an obvious avoidance problem. After a few…
SHORT STORY: PARANOID

(This short story was written 2015, Sophomore Year at Ohio University) A brittle moonlight excelled above the horizon, pinning the silhouette of a shrouded figure against the dimness of the apartment’s back alleyway. With each advancing step, beads of sweat pounded profusely from the pores of my brow. A menacing ache slithered through my ribs and into my gut. I rapidly shifted my wrist into view, and darted my…
REVIEW: Do excesso by Nensha

Hyper-glitch. A formidable, unique music genre pioneered by artists like Woulg, Sunnk, Man From Sol, Nuan Sonar, and Soup. Hyper-glitch, an obsession with technological malfunctions, cinematic catastrophe, and ambient air raids. Destroying the visible layers to uncover what’s hidden beneath. A daring, decisive use of ear splitting sound design over evolving cinematic soundscapes to resurrect…
REVIEW: Bract Thought by c r o u t o n.

You ever check BandCamp.com for new bass music? Me neither, but today, after my food poisoning settled, I was desperate for a change of pace, a new routine, something different – easy on the stomach. While stumbling around BandCamp, I realized the search options changed or at least flew over my head. Searching by tags…
REVIEW: Reciprocity by VCTRE

Once I heard the granular growl in “Basket Case” I knew we were headed for greatness. VCTRE hardly disappoints, one of the leading names in experimental bass and collaborating with the likes of EAZYBAKED, Mr. Bill, Omnist, OkayJake, Minnesota, Sumthin sumthin, and Black Carl!, VCTRE infuses an irresistible energy with forward thinking sound design and…
REVIEW: Protonoid by J.LANG

“What in the fuck?!!1” I said after listening to the latest J.Lang EP, Protonoid. What a gloriously glitched out and galactic ride. From the beginning, we’re assaulted with whirlwinds of malfunctions, swirls of static, barrages of bass. Hold onto something, because you might lose your grip.J.Lang portrays a world of dubstep we’ve never witnessed and…
REVIEW: Favorite Bass Music EP/LPs of 2024

Here is a list of my favorite Bass Projects (EP/LPs) of 2024 41) Kizer – Recursion EP Looking for something that quenches your music listening thirst?Try the Recursion EP from Kizer. Tracks like Abnormal and Enhanced are especially keen to my appreciation for glitch. This whole EP stands together as something new and interesting in…
MUSIC VIDEO: Fentanyl Ground Score

“Fentanyl Ground Score” from the Ken Kesey Vacation EP
Ken Kesey Vacation EP – OUT NOW

After nearly a month inside a psychiatric hospital, I found it tricky returning to Ableton. While I didn’t ‘forget how to produce’, my skills were rusty and I was forced to find my footing. The order of the tracks is the order each song was created, showcasing my transition from the hospital and back into…
BLOG: Uploaded Pastel Drawings

I was hospitalized. Snatched by the police and placed inside the nearest psychiatric ward. While I couldn’t produce music or videos, my summer drawing rebounded and was not in vain. No computer or camera, instead crayons and pastels. I created roughly 244 drawings and uploaded here on my website. (Also available on Instagram) I’ve expanded…
BLOG: Word is Bond

A series of angry essays. Why? Primarily because my parents were molesting my finances. Things were tough with election season. Overstimulation from the neighborhood, various events. Whether its the cops looking for a criminal. Fights in nearby households. Whatever, I’m tapping into events. Furthermore, I’m tapping into personal conflicts before they happen. Fights with my…
BLOG: Rambling Man

*Warning: These are ramblings for myself. I have little to offer you as the reader.*The tweet is self explanatory. We’ll put my story on pause, opting for another time, another place. Insights into modern psychoanalysis and childhood psycho-sexual development, the importance of understanding the phallic stage, will be ignored. Instead we’ll just make everything awkward…
BLOG: SYSTEM UPDATE PENDING

Creating new roadblocks to prevent fascist, fucktard parents and other narcissistic entities from censoring THEBADBOOB.com. Actively being censored. WordPress.com is a joke.Where do we go from here?I’ve researched a new method to secure the site, soon, and Substack has decided not to censor posts. So I have options. I’ve taken down the blog post on…
BLOG: Donald Trump is President

Wednesday, November 6th, 2024(Thoughts with a few hours of sleep) Donald Trump is president. We’ll thank a vicious media campaign which resulted in multiple assassination attempts, increased division, and labeling half the country as racist, deplorable, Nazis. You didn’t have to be a psychic to predict the outcome of this election. People are tired, tired…
BLOG: Election Prediction

Wednesday, November 6 12:09 AMDespite a call from my father threatening to remove finances, kick me from my cabin, and censor my blogs. Despite WordPress removing my post. Despite having to evacuate to Substack temporarily. Despite warnings from my intuition along the way. I tapped into something decent on Monday night, something calm. Unusual given…
BLOG: Censored

Appears my blog, Coming Clean, is censored for “inappropriate interactions of minors”. The work of my parents – all ready attempting to censor my blog posts and it’s only been one year. Typical. A temporary roadblock, if anything. Stay tuned for updates regarding the site, will be addressing censorship concerns and honestly, I’m glad we…
BLOG: Phone Call

Received a phone call: Take down the blog posts or else. Does this sound reasonable? Well, I’m a massive proponent of free speech, psychology, and self-discovery. Removing the blog posts would severely undermine my values as a writer, pseudo-self proclaimed analyst, and explorer of truth. It would severely undermine my message entirely. I’ve lived a…
Halloween Hunger EP – OUT NOW

I wanted a challenge. How so? Complete an EP within one week, before Halloween, despite overstimulation from election season. Here are the results: Halloween Hunger. A testament to an overactive gut brain resulting in insatiable hunger. The EP focuses on gritty percussion, distorted bass lines, and epic ambience – a cinematic approach to bass music…
BLOG: Hesitant

I stopped writing blogs after realizing the potential effects — like a boomerang, like karma, the energy eventually returns. Add the intuition, and there’s even a psychic response, a feeling, an emotional reaction garnered from individuals reading my blogs, instagram stories, posts, tweets, art. The goal with THEBADBOOB.com isn’t to character assassinate, cause conflicts, spread…
BLOG: SORRY

I’m doing better. No more waking up at four in the morning, screaming, smashing hands against walls, tearing my torso with fingernails, banging my head against walls, throwing furniture. I’m doing better. Panic attacks, anger attacks, overmedicated. Manual breathing, broken knuckles, trembling, convulsing. Dependent on cannabis, every morning, every day. I’m doing better. Life is…
BLOG: Hypocrites

Anybody else notice the desperate weaponization of information, the misinformation, the lies from the very people attempting to safeguard speech? The politicians warning us of unchecked lies? So blatant, so out in the open, do they think we’re stupid?Do they understand how dystopian this looks? First, Trump took the media by storm, clocking into a…
BLOG: COVID Lies, Neurosis, & Narcissism

Why am I this sensitive? What’s the point? Not sure what my empathic radius includes, often feels like a football field or two. Households, individuals mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, cleaning the gutters, it feels like they’re sitting inside my studio, right next to me. How is this beneficial? How does this do anything…
Tired Tape EP – OUT NOW

With the Tired Tape EP, I took a minimalist approach, rediscovering influences like The Haxan Cloak, Raime, and Hecq. The IDM, dark ambient side of music. Chilling atmospheres, intrusive distortions, and surreal mind melts, summarize my initial influences, moviescapes. In fact, my earliest attempts at writing music took place inside Final Cut Pro with drone…
BLOG: Impending Election Week?

Does anybody else feel the tension, the weights clinging to the air – the darkness hovering over humanity…. Do you feel it? Today… I felt it. Screaming, yelling, the desire to smash and destroy, to cause chaos. Twisting, turning, convulsing, grinding, gritting, teeth clattering. What the fuck is happening this election season?I’ve been shaking –…
BLOG: I posted this on Facebook

Make America Healthy Again! Anybody else tired of being mass poisoned by pharmaceutical and agriculture conglomerates…. Sending tax dollars overseas to forever wars, rising inflation and interest rates, attacks on free speech. Censorship. Anybody else notice that a “return to normalcy” or “business as usual” meant a return to the military industrial complex? A return…
BLOG: Shit Talk

I have enough problems making art. Now there’s a pressure to communicate a message, something that might help the world. THE NARCISSISM PANDEMIC. And I feel a pressure to live up and deliver. But I feel the worst I’ve ever felt and I’m unmotivated and don’t see the point in what I’m doing currently. I…
BLOG: I can’t get it up!

Things are dense. In the United States we’re facing a particularly tense election, both sides accusing each other of ending democracy, ushering totalitarianism. Around the globe: Israel squabbles with Iran, Lebanon, and Palestine. Ukraine and Russian proxy, post-covid economy, nuclear pileups, looming authoritarianism, and the fallout of Middle East foreign policy; not limited to mass…
POEM: Fistfight

Stop squirming! He yelled, landing the right jab atop her nostrils. Fists molding to flesh. Splattering her face into pixie dust, sugar dust, the kind you licked from plastic straws during childhood summers. She attempted to lick the mess, to clean the slate, to — The man, Roger Cardinals, planted another fist along her rib…
POEM: Will you listen to my Poem?

She stood in a moonlit silhouette, perched on the corner of DAYS GONE AVE and REGRET CIRCLE. Was she late? Vodka tainted breath and voluptuous lips, peering amidst stifled traffic, tragic, a boy has fallen on the sidewalk. Tragic, the boy is beaten and starved when he returns home. Tragic, the boy will drink through…
POEM: Pizza Party, Phil

Vestibular nozzles trembling across razor blades and breasts, Nipples slicing and dicing until soldering to sweet pineapple jam. Pizza Party, Phil. Kill Phil, Phil takes sleeping Pills. Phil was killed by his wife, Sleeping pill Subway submarine, with extra sausages and a cashier’s sleight of hand. Pin punctured lungs maximize cortisol, bears pussy lickers and…
POEM: Why don’t you fuck yourself

Why don’t you fuck yourself, Tasteless, classless act…. Wasters of wine, patriarchs of the penniless, systems of the down. How about you suck my cock? Sock my knock? Block my dock? Why don’t you live under a rock and shoot heroin, fentanyl sorry. Pathetic. Why don’t you sit under a rock and shoot fentanyl, snort…
POEM: I Hate Surprises

Don’t take kindly to malpractice. Whispers of sleuths, roses akin to friends. Passions and yearnings for big black ebony porn with white cum stain on cocoa porcelain. Jack of all trades.Jack me off, Jade.Grenade! How about you get laid? Sam hasn’t been to the town hall, He has, only one ball. God said, you will…
BLOG: My Mom’s a Bitch

My mother is a rotten cunt, a narcissist sociopath, a liar.She’s typically thriving when getting away with lighting the family dog on fire, planting cameras in my room- watching me masturbate, covering up my psychic abilities, controlling finances, or destroying everything in the vicinity. A narcissist feels no empathy, trapped to a world of subconscious…
BLOG: Am I voting for Donald Trump?

Complicated rhetoric in the leftwing dominated rave community. However after watching the Biden/Harris campaign lie about the health of Joe Biden, enlist tax dollars into TWO forever wars, attempt removals of third party candidates, suppressing RFK Jr., Jill Stein, and Cornell West, racketing Trump’s misdemeanor charges as felonies, weaponizing social media surveillance (Twitter Files, Meta),…
BLOG: Trouble Sleeping, What’s Coming?

Trembling, twitching, convulsing. Mind racing, neurons raging. What’s happening this time? If I want to prove my intuition, it might be imperative that I blog my reactions to the stimuli. Because after all… I’m still learning how to read my intuition after years of being brainwashed by my sociopathic mother. A process that is ultimately…
BLOG: I Didn’t Take a Break

In a previous post, I wrote about my departure from live music journalism due to distance, troubled finances, disappointing DJ dominating lineups, and a personal bout with mental exhaustion. If you’ve been following the story, you witnessed my escape from cockroach motel, avoided chaos living on the road, and numerous confrontations with my parents –…
Coal Town Trauma EP – OUT NOW
PHOTOGRAPHY: Walter E. Francis Dam

Canon Rebel T4i Canon EF 40mm f/2.8 STM Lens – Raw
BLOG: Thoughts, Changing Winds

Random thoughts, 9:23 AM.Tuesday, September 10th, 2024 The morning dab alleviates the trembles, dulling vibrations penetrating my etheric body. I filmed a Vlog on Bear Creek, claiming I’d address this problematic relationship with cannabis, smoking everyday.Wake and Bakes. Globs. Dispensary dashes. Wasted earnings. When will it stop? Especially High concentrated cannabis – wax, crumbles, shatter,…
PHOTOGRAPHY: White Haven, Pennsylvania

Canon Rebel T4i Canon EF 40mm f/2.8 STM Lens – Raw
BADPainter EP – OUT NOW!

Syncopated Painter, a local producer from my DELCO past, reached out during the cockroach exodus to produce beats. Those beats turned into a full length EP, showcasing hip hop influences in the spirit of Lord Finesse, The Alchemist, and Flying Lotus, while oozing bass textures similar to EPROM, Little Snake, and Bleep Bloop. The self…
BLOG: VLOGS Incoming!

If you follow my Instagram, you’re familiar with the recent tirades, rants, and informative dumps. Vlogs, in the absence of sleep, allows easier expression of ideas. I’ll be covering topics ranging from modern psychoanalysis, narcissism, psychedelics, aliens and UFOs, patriarchy, repression, psychic powers, intuition, creativity, art, bass music, live music, diy culture… whatever, ya feel?…
PHOTOGRAPHY: Weatherly, Pennsylvania

Canon Rebel T4i (650D) Canon EF 40mm f/2.8 STM Lens – Raw
BLOG: Taking a break

I’m not attending shows regularly anymore. Why? I recently situated myself after moving from location to location searching for housing during the cockroach epidemic at my last apartment. Moving nearly everyday for six months. Why do I want to spend days traveling back and forth, two hours from the Poconos to Philadelphia, and continue my…
BLOG: Milano’s Producer Party?

Summoning the spirit of Team Supreme, Milano known for his wonky trap/dub influenced bass, has established The Producer Party- a Discord dedicated to production challenges, hosted by the Lost Dogz native. Looking to engage with the r/spacebass community, flex your production skills, appear on a weekly mix? Highly recommend clicking the link: https://discord.com/invite/Rhymru5M After providing…
Happy Pills EP – OUT NOW
BLOG: Rendezvous Wrap-Up – JEWELSSEA, Inspect3r, Nvctve, VCTRE, Resonant Language

On May 11th, I attended Warehouse on Watts for an event hosted by the Submersion Festival Team — The Rust and Aspire Higher. A stacked lineup including JEWELSSEA, Inspect3r, Nvctve, VCTRE, and Resonant Language. An experimental bass show with techno/club influences from JEWELSSEA and Inspect3r (1/2 of Nic Baker). After a promising weekend at Tipper’s…
BLOG: Why do artists receive ‘Hometown Hate’?

Envy. Stumbling upon a Theo Von interview with Ruby and $crim from $uicideboy$, I was surprised to hear the pair discuss New Orleans. $crim recalls the emerging SoundCloud movement, rappers like Bones, Yung Lean, Xavier Wulf, and how $uicideboys$ achieved outside success before gaining acceptance in their hometown of New Orleans. $crim says, “We got…
BLOG: Influx – “Why are you releasing so much music?”

Have you noticed the influx of my releases lately? Instead of releasing music last year, I mastered three tracks — a total waste of time, honestly. How do I increase my production fidgeting the same songs for a YEAR? I don’t. I’ll take my chances producing a song a day. Always dreamt of being the…
EP REVIEW: DIGITIST – DEMONSTRATION OF FORCE

In absence of raves, my weekends are spent at the Lehigh Valley’s Mahoning Drive-In movie theater, the USA’s oldest drive-in theater premiering vintage favorites, cult classics, and horror masterpieces, often catching films like Cannibal Holocaust, Alien, Scanners, and Chainsaw Hookers: raw, nostalgia trips through distorted, creative genius. Body bags and all. When I stumbled upon…
Neurodeath EP Visualizer – OUT NOW
Etheric Body Warts EP – OUT NOW

Wrote this EP quickly. Who doesn’t love beginner beats?Attempting to quicken the song writing skills. Still around 9 minutes, this EP features shorter tracks with slightly more songs. Glitch focused with a techno track for diversity. Always loved dub techno, the ambience in particular! Going for a punk rock ethos: short, aggressive tracks!
221 Vine Street EP – OUT NOW
Wandering EP – OUT NOW
Neurodeath EP – OUT NOW
Looping MIXTAPE – OUT NOW
BLOG: Ronald McDonald

The Honda ascended Appalachia, cruising into Morgantown, Pennsylvania — a dense highway town with rush hour traffic, quiet at night. Stomach acid gnawed my mucus lining, signaling that I hadn’t eaten all day. Hungry. And busy, spending the entire day clearing music gear: MIDI controllers, pedals, synthesizers, cords from my storage unit, packaging into cardboard…
BLOG: What is ‘Too Sensitive’?

Thoughts. I told myself I wouldn’t write while stoned and sleep deprived.But I also said I’d portray an accurate representation of myself, so fuck it. No lies.I’ve been told I’m ‘too sensitive’.What is being too sensitive? Too sensitive is using marijuana everyday upon waking since 2014. An assault on the senses, waking up crushed by…
BLOG: Back to Bass-ics, TRUTH, Kursa, The Universal Emotion

Reflections on the anniversary of Bicycle Day and 4/20. Taking a trip through psychedelic bass history, I utilized my tax return, attending three Philadelphia electronic music shows. TRUTH, headlined The Ave on Friday, The Aspire Higher and The Rust (The Submersion Festival team) spotlighted Kursa for a stacked glitch hop lineup, and tackled the underground…
ORIGINAL MIX — Fire Lights Festival Submission
Gut Brain EP & Visualizer — OUT NOW

I’m releasing a few beats constructed last year. Still learning.Cheers!
SUPPLY EP & Visualizer — OUT NOW
MYTHOS Single— OUT NOW
BLOG: Ronny “Longboard” Schwartz

Surfing the boardwalk, my thumbs slapped the shimmering reflection of my iPhone. Scrolling, searching for a song to captivate Ocean City, New Jersey on a sun-scattered, Sunday afternoon. Winds ricocheted against my black Nirvana t-shirt, hoodie around my waste, as I maneuvered through pockets of pedestrians embracing the unusually sunny, March day. The rays peered…
Supply EP TEASER

OLD STATE BEAT by BadBoob
BLOG: John

One final attempt. The paper plate fluttered against moist embers, casting dust and debris into brisk winter winds. I gasped and heaved for ignition – praying for the wet wood to spark. A source to cook my dinner. Nothing. Glancing around the campgrounds, there was no escaping the record rains and flooded waterways engulfing French…
BLOG: Audrey

Slam. A steel door penetrated an uncanny moment of hotel silence, awakening anticipated sleep, and plunging me into the chaos of shared living. Fumbling in the darkness, eyes scanning, I realized nobody entered the room. A fear when living in public spaces. A real fear. One “housekeeping” away. Trust me. An ensemble of slamming steel doors…
SHORT STORY: Abduction

(This is a rough draft)“We’re late,” shouted Eric, “late, late, late – What the fuck is going on back there?” The door breached wide-open, followed by Eric marching from the hotel room with two lunar eyes, distorted hazelnut locks, and a vintage Grateful Dead t-shirt, a black backpack strewn over his right shoulder; duffel bag…
SHORT STORY: Encumbered

“My back.” Her hands churned through unflinching flesh, exploring the reaction from the man sewn to her leather massage table. “My back.” Hair pronounced from his nude body like a series of explanation points, static – reaching for the sunlight cast through a single, rectangular basement window. “MY BACK!” Muscles tightened, breathing intensified, as she…
SHORT STORY: Old Roads

Horse hooves reverberated along dilapidated roads, singing to the hover-cars dotting the constellated sky. Abraham, buggy reigns in hand, trotted down the Old Roads in a shrouded carriage – gazing upon the empty Lincoln Highway while igniting a fresh tobacco pipe. When he exhaled, the smoke littered from the buggy window, sputtering into the moist,…