My buddy sent me a message at 9:15am on November 26th, 2023. He told me to “write the great Musk album of our time.” Ok.  

I read that weird Walter Issacson book about him and listened to all the interviews for a week or two. The points of him that people have strong opinions about were almost immediately boring. Underneath was how hard it is for him to relate to and communicate with other people. You can have all the money in the world, but you can’t buy that, and it might be more unattainable with the more wealth and notoriety you obtain. That’s probably more human and universal than trying to go to Mars. 

His presence has always felt super visceral to the Bay Area. Even if he’s on the other side of the world warning the IMF about artificial intelligence and dog currency, the Tesla plant off the 880 in Fremont is a purposely monolithic reminder of his grand intentions. Its always been funny to me that the same governing body (Alameda County) that gives me reminders about parking tickets I didn’t pay, and taxes cans of Mountain Dew at the liquor store 100 feet from me, was preventing him from building a rocket to go to Mars during the pandemic. 

So whatever. I tried to write a bunch of stuff about him, but ended up writing about the same loneliness and lack of connection that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. It’s the same loneliness that humanity might be leaning into as we go toward whatever the future is. I will release the songs that didn’t get used for this record on some Bandcamp Friday. They are mostly rewrites of “Little Deuce Coup” but with lyrics about electric cars and Eugenics. 

The cover art was drawn by Michael Rudolf. It’s a still from a video I saw of a lady hitting 10-G’s in an airplane. The topic of “freedom of speech” kept coming up in everything I read and listened to. The idea itself is intangible, but people talk about it like it has a clear structure and regulations. Like a mathematical theorem. Or a public pool. 

It reminded me of someone experiencing the punishing levels of gravity in a centrifuge. I kept thinking of some guy thumbing away on a cell phone behind protective glass, as a bookish engineer screams “Sir! He’s about to call The Pope a b*tch on Twitter!” Cut to some high ranking military official that looks like Sterling Hayden in “Dr. Strangelove” losing grip of the cigar in his mouth and muttering “oh my god…” 

That is the first time I’ve seen all of that written out, and I regret everything. I regret this entire record. 

Thanks for listening. 

Raj played drums. 
Ryan played stuff. 
Joel Robinow played piano on the second song.
Patrick Brown mastered it. 
Michael Rudolf drew the cover art. 

AI versions of Bad Bunny, Lana Del Rey, Hank Williams Sr., Hank Williams Jr., Serena Williams, William F. Buckley, Will Smith, William Gibson, SpongeBob SquarePants, Elon Musk, Sonic the Hedgehog, Albert Einstein, Nina Hagen, Donald Fagen, John Wayne, Wayne Knight, Mickey Mouse, Donald Rumsfeld, Bart Simpson, James Baldwin, Alec Baldwin, Joe Biden, Joe Rogan, Hulk Hogan, Richard Nixon, Willie Dixon, Angela Merkel, Studs Terkel, Hatsune Miku, Shakira, 21 Savage, and Macho Man Randy Savage played singing on the last song.

The Freest Speech Ever Attempted Without Disintegrating

My buddy sent me a message at 9:15am on November 26th, 2023. He told me to “write the great Musk album of our time.” Ok.  

I read that weird Walter Issacson book about him and listened to all the interviews for a week or two. The points of him that people have strong opinions about were almost immediately boring. Underneath was how hard it is for him to relate to and communicate with other people. You can have all the money in the world, but you can’t buy that, and it might be more unattainable with the more wealth and notoriety you obtain. That’s probably more human and universal than trying to go to Mars. 

His presence has always felt super visceral to the Bay Area. Even if he’s on the other side of the world warning the IMF about artificial intelligence and dog currency, the Tesla plant off the 880 in Fremont is a purposely monolithic reminder of his grand intentions. Its always been funny to me that the same governing body (Alameda County) that gives me reminders about parking tickets I didn’t pay, and taxes cans of Mountain Dew at the liquor store 100 feet from me, was preventing him from building a rocket to go to Mars during the pandemic. 

So whatever. I tried to write a bunch of stuff about him, but ended up writing about the same loneliness and lack of connection that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. It’s the same loneliness that humanity might be leaning into as we go toward whatever the future is. I will release the songs that didn’t get used for this record on some Bandcamp Friday. They are mostly rewrites of “Little Deuce Coup” but with lyrics about electric cars and Eugenics. 

The cover art was drawn by Michael Rudolf. It’s a still from a video I saw of a lady hitting 10-G’s in an airplane. The topic of “freedom of speech” kept coming up in everything I read and listened to. The idea itself is intangible, but people talk about it like it has a clear structure and regulations. Like a mathematical theorem. Or a public pool. 

It reminded me of someone experiencing the punishing levels of gravity in a centrifuge. I kept thinking of some guy thumbing away on a cell phone behind protective glass, as a bookish engineer screams “Sir! He’s about to call The Pope a b*tch on Twitter!” Cut to some high ranking military official that looks like Sterling Hayden in “Dr. Strangelove” losing grip of the cigar in his mouth and muttering “oh my god…” 
That is the first time I’ve seen all of that written out, and I regret everything. I regret this entire record. 

Thanks for listening. 

Raj played drums. 
Ryan played stuff. 
Joel Robinow played piano on the second song.
Patrick Brown mastered it. 
Michael Rudolf drew the cover art. 

AI versions of Bad Bunny, Lana Del Rey, Hank Williams Sr., Hank Williams Jr., Serena Williams, William F. Buckley, Will Smith, William Gibson, SpongeBob SquarePants, Elon Musk, Sonic the Hedgehog, Albert Einstein, Nina Hagen, Donald Fagen, John Wayne, Wayne Knight, Mickey Mouse, Donald Rumsfeld, Bart Simpson, James Baldwin, Alec Baldwin, Joe Biden, Joe Rogan, Hulk Hogan, Richard Nixon, Willie Dixon, Angela Merkel, Studs Terkel, Hatsune Miku, Shakira, 21 Savage, and Macho Man Randy Savage played singing on the last song.

Palo Alto (to Pretoria)

My buddy sent me a message at 9:15am on November 26th, 2023. He told me to “write the great Musk album of our time.” Ok.  

I read that weird Walter Issacson book about him and listened to all the interviews for a week or two. The points of him that people have strong opinions about were almost immediately boring. Underneath was how hard it is for him to relate to and communicate with other people. You can have all the money in the world, but you can’t buy that, and it might be more unattainable with the more wealth and notoriety you obtain. That’s probably more human and universal than trying to go to Mars. 

His presence has always felt super visceral to the Bay Area. Even if he’s on the other side of the world warning the IMF about artificial intelligence and dog currency, the Tesla plant off the 880 in Fremont is a purposely monolithic reminder of his grand intentions. Its always been funny to me that the same governing body (Alameda County) that gives me reminders about parking tickets I didn’t pay, and taxes cans of Mountain Dew at the liquor store 100 feet from me, was preventing him from building a rocket to go to Mars during the pandemic. 

So whatever. I tried to write a bunch of stuff about him, but ended up writing about the same loneliness and lack of connection that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. It’s the same loneliness that humanity might be leaning into as we go toward whatever the future is. I will release the songs that didn’t get used for this record on some Bandcamp Friday. They are mostly rewrites of “Little Deuce Coup” but with lyrics about electric cars and Eugenics. 

The cover art was drawn by Michael Rudolph. It’s a still from a video I saw of a lady hitting 10-G’s in an airplane. The topic of “freedom of speech” kept coming up in everything I read and listened to. The idea itself is intangible, but people talk about it like it has a clear structure and regulations. Like a mathematical theorem. Or a public pool. 

It reminded me of someone experiencing the punishing levels of gravity in a centrifuge. I kept thinking of some guy thumbing away on a cell phone behind protective glass, as a bookish engineer screams “Sir! He’s about to call The Pope a b*tch on Twitter!” Cut to some high ranking military official that looks like Sterling Hayden in “Dr. Strangelove” losing grip of the cigar in his mouth and muttering “oh my god…” 
That is the first time I’ve seen all of that written out, and I regret everything. I regret this entire record. 

Thanks for listening. 

Raj played drums. 
Ryan played stuff. 
Joel Robinow played piano on the second song.
Patrick Brown mastered it. 
Michael Rudolph drew the cover art. 

AI versions of Bad Bunny, Lana Del Rey, Hank Williams Sr., Hank Williams Jr., Serena Williams, William F. Buckley, Will Smith, William Gibson, SpongeBob SquarePants, Elon Musk, Sonic the Hedgehog, Albert Einstein, Nina Hagen, Donald Fagen, John Wayne, Wayne Knight, Mickey Mouse, Donald Rumsfeld, Bart Simpson, James Baldwin, Alec Baldwin, Joe Biden, Joe Rogan, Hulk Hogan, Richard Nixon, Willie Dixon, Angela Merkel, Studs Terkel, Hatsune Miku, Shakira, 21 Savage, and Macho Man Randy Savage played singing on the last song.

Everyone's Exhausting (Except for You)

My buddy sent me a message at 9:15am on November 26th, 2023. He told me to “write the great Musk album of our time.” Ok.  

I read that weird Walter Issacson book about him and listened to all the interviews for a week or two. The points of him that people have strong opinions about were almost immediately boring. Underneath was how hard it is for him to relate to and communicate with other people. You can have all the money in the world, but you can’t buy that, and it might be more unattainable with the more wealth and notoriety you obtain. That’s probably more human and universal than trying to go to Mars. 

His presence has always felt super visceral to the Bay Area. Even if he’s on the other side of the world warning the IMF about artificial intelligence and dog currency, the Tesla plant off the 880 in Fremont is a purposely monolithic reminder of his grand intentions. Its always been funny to me that the same governing body (Alameda County) that gives me reminders about parking tickets I didn’t pay, and taxes cans of Mountain Dew at the liquor store 100 feet from me, was preventing him from building a rocket to go to Mars during the pandemic. 

So whatever. I tried to write a bunch of stuff about him, but ended up writing about the same loneliness and lack of connection that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives. It’s the same loneliness that humanity might be leaning into as we go toward whatever the future is. I will release the songs that didn’t get used for this record on some Bandcamp Friday. They are mostly rewrites of “Little Deuce Coup” but with lyrics about electric cars and Eugenics. 

The cover art was drawn by Michael Rudolph. It’s a still from a video I saw of a lady hitting 10-G’s in an airplane. The topic of “freedom of speech” kept coming up in everything I read and listened to. The idea itself is intangible, but people talk about it like it has a clear structure and regulations. Like a mathematical theorem. Or a public pool. 

It reminded me of someone experiencing the punishing levels of gravity in a centrifuge. I kept thinking of some guy thumbing away on a cell phone behind protective glass, as a bookish engineer screams “Sir! He’s about to call The Pope a b*tch on Twitter!” Cut to some high ranking military official that looks like Sterling Hayden in “Dr. Strangelove” losing grip of the cigar in his mouth and muttering “oh my god…” 

That is the first time I’ve seen all of that written out, and I regret everything. I regret this entire record. 

Thanks for listening. 

Raj played drums. 
Ryan played stuff. 
Joel Robinow played piano on the second song.
Patrick Brown mastered it. 
Michael Rudolph drew the cover art. 

AI versions of Bad Bunny, Lana Del Rey, Hank Williams Sr., Hank Williams Jr., Serena Williams, William F. Buckley, Will Smith, William Gibson, SpongeBob SquarePants, Elon Musk, Sonic the Hedgehog, Albert Einstein, Nina Hagen, Donald Fagen, John Wayne, Wayne Knight, Mickey Mouse, Donald Rumsfeld, Bart Simpson, James Baldwin, Alec Baldwin, Joe Biden, Joe Rogan, Hulk Hogan, Richard Nixon, Willie Dixon, Angela Merkel, Studs Terkel, Hatsune Miku, Shakira, 21 Savage, and Macho Man Randy Savage played singing on the last song.

I'm Honest (Most of the Time)

Hey Sunshine (The “Everyone’s a Peasant When it’s 3am and You're Buying a Phone Charger...” Shuffle)

B. Hamilton is songwriter Ryan Christopher Parks and drummer Raj Kumar Ojha (Once and Future Band). They cut their teeth in the warehouse days of Oakland around 2010 and recorded ramshackle records in flophouse attics, former army barracks turned Mills College noise musician housing, and their rehearsal space in Jack London Square that looks like an early 80’s accounting office, and a set from one of the “Saw” movies. 
 
Existing before and after tech created complete chaos in Oakland is the subject of a number of their songs. Other songs are about other things. Like cancer, John Wayne, and buying lottery tickets after church.
 
2024’s “The Freest Speech Ever Attempted Without Disintegrating” is about Elon Musk, kind of. 
 
“I tried to write a bunch of stuff about him, but ended up writing about the same loneliness and lack of connection that everyone has experienced at some point in their lives,” said Parks. “It’s the same loneliness that humanity might be leaning into as we go toward whatever the future is.”
 
I wrote this entire bio like you can't tell it's me writing it. I even referred to myself as "Parks," in the last paragraph like I'm a Naval whistleblower on "60 Minutes." Writing these things is the goddamn worst. Alright, have a good day.