…Over 25 hours of mixtapes with the Boss DJs (Brad Writer, Darick Sater, Mike Stearns, and a cameo by Mr. Dcell a.k.a. Nick Geppert on episode #4) spinning records from their own collections using two turntables and a microphone. The dj sessions were recorded to a Nakamichi DR-2 cassette tape recorder; using the power of analog to absorb microphone feedback, low frequency rumbles, and spikes between record transitions.
bradwriter: I enjoy MF Doom-MC Paul Barman-Adult Swim cartoons-and coping with reality with inebriation. so here’s a fresh new beat/rap of mine. it’s a demo and the lyrics are “rough draft”
10th post, and the last of this expedition. Randi and I left Arkansas and arrived in Lexington, Kentucky in the dark. We were tired, and glad that it was the last night of sleeping in a motel room. We got settled in the room and just said to hell with going to some interesting food spot- we just walked across the street to the Arby’s. The prices seemed cheaper than the Arby’s in Westminster too. After that, we walked to the gas station and bought a 12-pack of Modelo beers. I put them on ice in the sink back at the room and caught a good buzz with Randi, watching Adult Swim for the rest of the night. It seemed like throughout this entire journey, I was able to just walk into any gas station, or convenience store, at anytime of day and buy alcohol. This has felt like such a luxury, because back home in Westminster, it was only possible to buy from a designated liquor store that was only open until 10pm. The next morning,
9th post, and we’re stopping in Arkansas, “The Natural State” or “The Land of Opportunity” - according to license plates. Our specific destination was Little Rock, I hadn’t done any research, but I recall it being Bill Clinton’s “hometown.” We arrived at the motel in the dark, and fortunately weren’t as exhausted as the previous night- so we had a little bit of energy to find a decent place to eat some hot food. We decide to get some BBQ, it seemed fit for the region we were in. We found good reviews on a place called Whole Hog Cafe- World Champion Barbecue. It was only a few minutes away, and when we got there,
8th post, and almost halfway home. The drive from Roswell, NM to Austin, TX was a little over 9 hours long. The driving scenery was brown, barren, and wide open. The towns we drove through were small; this made me think about what opportunities the youth had growing up in these environments. Naturally, I compared this perspective to my own environment and felt lucky. Carroll County has a variety of areas that have the same small town feel, but we at least we have hills for sleigh riding in winter. I also noticed some interesting names on road signs of counties in Texas. Names like
This is the 7th post of the road trip expedition. Randi and I left Arizona headed for Roswell, New Mexico- it was Thanksgiving Day. During the drive I saw a variety in terrain. There were deserts, tumbleweeds, and small mountains of large rounded boulders. We also saw a giant pistachio next to a pistachio farm, it had to be about 25-30 feet tall and was painted just like a ready to eat, salted pistachio. When we arrived at the Motel 6 in Roswell,
¡Buenos días! Este es mi sexto post en mi registro de expedición. (Good day! This is my sixth post in my expedition log.) My last post covered the time spent in Las Vegas and at the Hoover Dam. In this post I will cover the journey through Arizona. By this point in the expedition, Randi and I are pretty eager to get back to a normal lifestyle. Living out of our cars and in and out of motels is wearing on us, and our finances. The distances of driving usually leave us with enough time to find a bite to eat at a local food spot, then head back to the motel to relax for an hour or so before we pass out. So we haven’t been able to really dive in and explore the local culture of the stopping points. However, passing through the towns and cities has been like a driving tour- seeing communities, domestic commerce, and the agriculture of the southern states. Our first stop in Arizona was Phoenix.
This is the fifth post in the expedition log. Randi and I left California with a new perspective and the desire to see some more cool places. We considered Los Angeles, but decided that the traffic around that city is just too nasty and congested to bother with. Las Vegas seemed like a good place to head to, it was in route to the east and neither of us had ever been there before. We expected to see the strip and get some good food while passing through. Gambling wasn’t of any interest because I just think I will always lose. The drive there wasn’t too bad, mostly just dry, desert-like mountainous backgrounds. When we arrived in Las Vegas, I started feeling anxious and shaky, I was pretty hungry and was instantly turned off by the over stimulation of lights and crowds of people.
Here’s the fourth post of the cross-country expedition log- it’s a doozy. The last stretch of driving, from Flagstaff to Carlsbad, took over nine hours. When we arrived at the Motel 6, Randi and I were exhausted, aggravated and at the tail-end of some fierce headaches. Both cat carriers had dookie in them, which made for an unpleasant last few hours of driving through bending mountain roads and 55 mph highways littered with red lights. Randi and I were so worn down, we didn’t even feel like finding a unique local restaurant to eat dinner at, so we settled for a Carl’s Jr, which is a west coast version of Hardee’s. We both had classic combos which are just big dumb greasy cheeseburgers.
This is the third post of the cross-country expedition. I’m a little tardy with my update because the full days of driving exhaust me and the time travel has me jet lagged. Since Texas, Randi and I have driven through New Mexico, Arizona, and we arrived in California on Saturday, Nov. 17, around 5 pm But there was a lot of breath taking scenery since Texas. Leaving Amarillo, I saw a lot of wide open views of pastures with cattle spread out and blue skies with painted white clouds- it reminded me of the background in old western movies. We were getting used to seeing a panoramic of flat land driving through Texas, but that changed when we got into New Mexico.
This is the second post of my adventure documentation…and it will be (a little bit) shorter since it’s only covering the progress of a day. Today, Randi and I woke up and left Springfield, MO. We drove through Oklahoma, and man it was super boring. We drove for over nine hours, during which I’m clenching my steering wheel with intensity-making sure to stay as focused as possible because I don’t want to wipe out going 80+ mph. We are actually driving on route 66 now, we jumped on it around the last few hours driving out of Oklahoma. The cats were behaving as usual, mewing every once and awhile, they actually didn’t make a peep for the last couple hours. During the drive, I have snacks to help me keep alert- sunflower seeds, pretzels, trail mix, etc. I listen to a mix of podcasts and let my iPod shuffle. Today I practiced rapping to some beats I made a few weeks before I left Carroll County-raps about Sheetz MTO and beer and stuff. Our destination today was Amarillo, TX. We arrived around 5:30 pm and the sun was still shining. The Motel 6 we’re staying at is on the outskirts of the city. Everything is real big, there’s a lot of roads, highways, ramps, and goofy intersections. I feel intimidated like I’m on the outskirts of Baltimore- there’s a lot around me, but I feel that there’s probably so much more available if I knew my way around the core of the city.
Pardon my writing skills, I tend to write as I would speak- slang and all. So please bear with me because writing this is way easier than talking to everyone on the phone. Randi and I left on our “Adventure to the West!” Monday, November 12th- around noon. We took both of our cars, carrying our entire lives (including four cats) in our trunks and backseats. My car is so packed that it looks like a low-rider -I even scraped the ass pulling out of the driveway. I unfortunately was not able to take my turntable coffin and refined record collection-I also had to leave behind a few other things.
This is a recent video I did the editing and sound mixing for; it was a collaboration with the local visual artist, Joe Hollingsworth. The piece is educational, and highlights the Corbit’s Charge battle from the Civil War, in the Westminster, MD area. Joe Hollingsworth painted all the illustrations, and the music is a collage of scores by Max Steiner.
A pair of black and white checkered Vans Slip-Ons were originally ordered as a 2004 Christmas present- these skull and crossbones slip-ons are what were delivered instead. I refused to have them shipped back, but also wasn’t into the “look” of the shoes. So I decided that I would keep them and paint on them. I held on to them with this intention for many years. It was during a stretch when I had no W-2 employment in March of 2011, that I decided it was time to execute this project. I used Sunburst Yellow Rust-oleum enamel paint- because I still had a quart and a half of that stuff laying around from a previous project. I thought the yellow could at least start as a background color to some future pattern or design. The canvas of the shoes absorbed the paint ridiculously quick and I had to put several coats on the shoes. The skull and crossbones design still showed through though. The shoes sat around for a couple weeks- as I sought out inspiration to further decorate them. Then I got a call from a friend, offering me a job at his place of employment- a screen printing company. The job position consisted of scrubbing used-inked-up screens with chemicals and pressure washing them down so that they could be coated with fresh emulsion once again. I decided to use the yellow shoes because they had the enamel paint on them. That attribute would keep water from soaking through and giving me trench foot. In October of 2012 (approx. 19 months) I resigned from the job and retired the worn-out, exhausted shoes. I documented this footwear without really considering it a “project”, I just felt the need to take pictures of my shoes.