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Random thoughts, 9:23 AM.
Tuesday, September 10th, 2024The 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, resin, rosin, diamonds, sauce, sugars…. the good shit. PURE THC. The sizzle of the heated nail against refined cannabis oils. The roar of the rig. The tightening of the lungs. The closing of the eyelids. The exhaling of the cumulous cloud. The high.Euphoria burrows into my chest like a squirrel for hibernation.
Climbing through the throat, expanding upward into consciousness, the warmth pierces my vision and dissipates intruding thought-forms, lightening the load accumulated from the astral plane during sleep.
A remedy for recent events.
I moved to the Poconos in search of peace and tranquility, instead finding chaos and upheaval as my parents purchased a dilapidated cabin.A crooked cabin kit with moldy and rotting insulation, crumbling foundation, clogged and unventilated sewage, banging water pipes, bacteria and dirt clogged water, mice, and four months of leaking gas.
Only the foundation was reported on the home inspection, leaving another ten thousand dollars in unreported issues. My cheap parents were not impressed.
Any problems were met with resistance from my parents: weeks or even months of fighting before discovering a solution, because as far as they’re concerned, “it’s not that bad” or “that isn’t happening”.I didn’t have the oven expected for gas until four months of living like an idiot – leaving my house, working from state parks, and eating in Wawa parking lots and Pennsylvania State Game Lands.
Avoiding the wretched smell of propane leaking into the wood cabin.
We thought it was dead mice.
I found poison scattered throughout the property, rat cyanide, and assumed they died in the walls after discovering holes beneath the sink.Dead mice were also discovered in the bathroom, kitchen, and attic.
A war, it seems, and I’m relieving exhausted troops on the frontline.
Except I just got done fighting cockroaches; plus the cockroaches and mice I encountered living on the road. I’m over this, honestly.
But after months of pest control, bait boxes – an arsenal of perimeter boxes placed around the cabin. The mice disappeared. The smell remained.
I contacted my general contractor who investigated the smell.“Gas,” he said surprised.
“Gas?” I thought, remembering the laundry list of text messages and phone calls pleading for help, and the memories of leaving my house everyday, sleeping in a tent, struggling for food without an oven, cooking outside.
Passing out, falling asleep multiple times, feeling lightheaded, sick, headaches on top of my concussion.
Since I’m the BADBOOB for exposing my mother’s narcissism, this is well-deserved, a revenge if you will. Payback.
Not to mention…. I smoke weed everyday, possibly too much.
I light incense and sage….everyday, all day.
And it was almost fireplace season.Kaboom.
I feel betrayed, ignored, angry.But this isn’t anything new and i’m not surprised.
Unfortunately, I haven’t been journaling like I should, so I don’t have the history documented in writing.
However, I did start Vlogging, which conveyed ideas while ungrounded and documented the scenario.The constant intuitive-warnings, wild sprints across the Poconos, constant confrontations, and general unstableness was escalated by political upheaval. Joe Biden dropping out from the presidential race after an embarrassing debate performance, immediately affirmed years of media/establishment gaslighting. Kamala Harris hurdling any electoral process to secure Democratic candidacy. Fictitious felonies placed against Donald Trump, ‘trumped’ charges weaponized by establishment democrats in order to prevent a candidate from presidency. Memory-holed assassination attempts. And RFK Jr. joining the Unity Party alongside Tulsi Gabbard, Elon Musk.
The vibrations are dense.
And a double shooting in my small Pocono mountain town wasn’t on my radar while sorting through the distractions.
I was posting for weeks, SOMETHING IS COMING.
Sure enough, a neighbor nearby went on a shooting spree, taking aim at local homes and property. Nobody was injured, but three local police departments and the Pennsylvania State Troopers were in attendance. Not to mention a neighborhood man was killed by PA State Troopers in a showdown earlier that day. Strange for a tiny town like White Haven, Pennsylvania.
“Things don’t happen around here often, but when they do, it’s loud,” said Toni (spelling?), local firewood providing resident.
I heard the shots while trying to take a nap.Thick thumping in my stomach and then “pop, pop, pop”!
The development is home to vacationers, neighborhood children, hunters, so I thought nothing of the commotion.
Was I out of tune?Should I have seen these events coming better?
Again, it’s difficult to know what’s happening when you’re sorting through political and personal upheaval on the intuitive plane; which is why understanding your body is imperative.Also, have you tried picking your battles?
Unnecessary battles cause unnecessary noise.
The secretary at our HOA office warned me, “Some of your neighbors don’t get along” but I never anticipated gunshots, SWAT teams, and police investigations.
The man was a resident of our community, the shots were one street over.
The brooding, anxiety, anger were palpable over the past weeks.
Between all of these situations, events, conflicts….
I stay rather high on concentrated cannabis.
It produces the cleanest high so I’m able to write blogs and address work.
I prefer to stay productive and honest, and writing while stoned is better than not writing at all, right? -
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 titled project, BADPainter, showcases five experimental beats and bass anthems, verging into IDM and post-genre territory with glitched percussion, reverberated neuro basses, and chopped soulful selections.
Experimental. Trippy. Unexpected.
A leap of faith for both of us, having little recent experience working with artists. Landing on both feet, the project highlights the upcoming talents of BADBOOB and Syncopated Painter, together as BADPainter.
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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?
Vlogs, at least for me, allow a window into a person’s energy. I’ve decided to quit hiding behind words. My energy should be able to speak for me? I don’t know. We’ll see. But I come across angry in many of my posts, and maybe a peak into my personality will allow the audience the full picture.
I’ll be uploading regularly.
Vlogs are the easiest way for somebody like me to stay engaged in the process.
Furthermore, it’s a documentation of extreme of intuition.
My life has often been the archetypal psychic awakening story – literally banging my head against the walls.
Reciting the information to whoever finds my story useful.
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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 life as a headless chicken?
I do not.
Plus, I’m meeting resistance about the topics I’m covering. Narcissists are a stone throw away, the community aggressively defends transgenderism, and the majority of artists I’ve seen are DJs. I’m not Anti – DJ, but I’d prefer covering artists.A major problem with the music industry is ghost producers and management teams. A pay to play industry where somebody with zero songs can easily book festival lineups due to connections. Is the artist actually pushing new sounds, good music, or being utilized for marketing opportunities, filling lower lineup slots, promoting somebody else’s music? Recently read a post on the Mickman Facebook page where somebody mentioned the lack of transparency in the music industry: “The awareness of the evils of the music industry is bleeding into the casual fans lives more and more, resulting in people paying closer attention to who’s an industry plant, who’s truly “underground”, who’s managing who, who’s name is bigger on the event flier, etc. I’m guilty of it for sure.”
It certainly is a vibe, and as an intuitive empath, you can feel the silent judging from crowds amongst less established artists — artists who haven’t claimed their sound. Is this a problem, DJ’s in the scene? No, the problem is passing DJ’s as producers which is becoming increasingly more evident. Drama with Excision and Space Laces highlighted the trickle down effect from ghost producing, an artist (Excision) over encumbered by touring needs, required production assistance from dubstep’s latest, greatest artist (Space Laces). How did this mentality not trickle down the dubstep canopy? If the touring needs are so demanding on the music production, how do we know Jeff’s also handpicking talent efficiently for his Subsidia label? When after all, music creation is everything to the industry, no?
Could you imagine the uproar if Dave Tipper used a ghost producer?
Record labels and management teams create a circle jerk of nepotism, disguising artist individuality beneath a collective narcissism. The more you pay, the more you play: access to sample packs, mixing engineers, production lessons or outright ghost production, marketing, distribution, opening slots, and even booking tours. Instead of mastering art over five—ten years, somebody buys into a well-oiled machine, reaping the rewards instantaneously. As opposed to naturally progressing your art, manifesting likeminded relationships, and building an ethical art business with similar goals.
The experimental bass scene, largely underground, escapes ghost producers temporarily due to lack of stardom, financial success, and obscurity. However, the genre will reach success sooner than later, and the industry leeches will be lurking nearby.
Just to talk shit for a second.
Why do I want to write about DJ’s and who played what song next?
I don’t, it’s incredibly boring and lackluster. I find satisfaction in pushing the new sound, finding artists with powerful vibes, who are putting in the work. DJ’s are important to sound system culture, sure, they carry unreleased dub plates from bass music’s hottest producer’s and set the tone; however, from a journalism perspective it doesn’t do much for me. Writing about somebody’s collection and queue feels empty to the blood, sweat, and tears of the artist. Especially when three fifths of a lineup are DJ’s instead of producers. I know DJ’s are supposed to guarantee the crowd moving, but still, over half the lineup?We’ve gotten to a point in music where artist’s respond “I’ve got an EP coming out shortly” as if its the biggest secret on the planet they release music for a living. I hope you’re releasing music, isn’t that your job. What are you doing everyday?
I’d hope you have something to show for the work?
No?
I guess we have to ask ourselves: What is an artist?
Doesn’t art expresses the unconscious mind, the soul, the human state? Isn’t the artist a conduit for the unseen realms of existence, the expresser of the Divine? What happens to the artist when they stop producing art? Is art about perfectionism or expressing the emotion?
To me, the bastardization of art occurs when we ignore these questions, treating art like a commodity for buying and selling, instead of absorbing and appreciating — Placing management and promotion companies into positions of power instead of well-deserved artists.
So who are the people looking for the short cut? Are they artists or opportunists? A byproduct of the narcissism pandemic, fragile ego’s searching for endless supply, bunny hopping for the admiration of an ignorant crowd, chasing the carrot.. Didn’t we see situation with NotLo, who lazily ripped sample pack demos, claiming them as her own, climbing the ladder of underground bass music before positioning herself comfortably on Deadbeats roster? Do these people care about the art? If not, what do we call them?
How about narcissists?
What is a narcissist?What happens when you repress somebody’s needs and emotions from birth to two years old?
Anger and ugly emotions turn on the infants ego, regressing the child to a state of anger and the reptilian brain— the lower evolved brain responsible for primal desires. The child becomes trapped for life, projecting negative emotions onto society, falling underneath the umbrella of narcissistic personality disorder. Are these the people primarily responsible for the pitfalls of the music industry, even society as a whole?
I believe the influence of narcissism greatly affects the scene — people idolizing fame, wealth, and power instead of promoting great art. While I’m not claiming Excision to be a narcissist, I’m saying he’s not perfect either. A lot of Jeff’s problems seem to exist from his current size, lessening his ability to produce or manage a label closely. How many of Excision’s signed artist’s use ghost producer’s or bought onto the team? There have been more than one occasion where a dubstep artist feels uncomfortable discussing their music. Why? Do you make music, bro?
But isn’t that what art’s about, the imperfection, the flaws, the message? Being human.
I thought so, maybe somebody should spread the message?
I did encounter a few great shows over the months, Midnight Tyrannosaurus, Dubloadz, Bommer, Cut Rugs, Seppa, Brainrack…. but after being stung by a bald faced hornet before my last show, I’ve decided to take a rest and heal. -
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 a new sample pack per challenge, Milano beckons creativity, giving artists anywhere from a “power hour” to weekend-long event to create beats. We’ve seen variations of deep dub, riddim, and this week: the producer’s take on 174 beats per minute.
The rules are simple:
1. Follow the Beats Per Minute or Genre
2. Intro & Outro
3. No longer than requested time (60-120 seconds)
4. Post by Due Date
5. Use the samples provided, especially the GOLDEN SAMPLE.
With electronic music’s ethos of perfectionism, a return to raw artistic production is welcomed. How often are producer’s guilty of fidgeting a frequency shifter for an hour, EQing a snare, rewriting an ending?
Is art about perfecting minuscule details or releasing and processing an emotion? I tend to fall behind the ladder…. With increased reps and sets, the perfected result is attained naturally, intuitively.
“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times,” says Bruce Lee.
How often do you see artists tweeting or posting about the song they’ve mastered for the past two years, and for what?
Is the song any better than one produced in four hours?
Mr. Bill made an observation during an interview with Seppa from Wonk#ay Records, stating how a quickly produced song feels too easy. The artist doesn’t feel they’ve amassed the necessary time to produce a great track, the artist doesn’t feel the song belongs to them.
An interesting concept. A product of western work culture, “the grind”?
If I didn’t bleed, sweat, and cry, is it really art?The struggling artist, a victim complex?
I sense a highly competitive nature too: “If this producer spent two years writing a track, then I need to spend three years writing my greatest track.”
How much of production and the arts is a pissing contest?
Through our expression of the ego, we become a bit enslaved – blinded by narrowness and the self. Instead of creating community and dissolving into the collective, the ego prefers separation. A natural response- as the ego’s wired for survival.
Production challenges are a break from perfectionism, while focusing on community engagement and having fun! How important is keeping the creative process engaging and exciting? S/o Milano and the homies for picking up the torch and invigorating the scene. We’ve seen contributions from CamBot, Arcadian Sound, Xotix, and pantsoph, not to mention new producers like myself, anxious to acquire as much practice possible while learning from the pioneers.
Interested in joining the Producer Party?
(Here was my Death Grips/Halftime inspired beat)






























































































































































































































































































































































