A track from weekly beats 2018. Many of these tracks were emulations or inspirations based on favorite vocalists and producers. It should be fairly obvious who this was inspired by <3

In the Öcean

We arrive at this tiny shipping island in the afternoon and we can see a bunch of little kids running to the shore to grab the dingy and help pull us onto the sand. They are laughing and pushing Captain Tim with friendly jabs. We follow him to this little wooden canopy with a kitchen and 3 tables set with white linens. He tells us where were going is the love project of an older couple he’s known in Thailand for many years. The island doesn’t get many tourist visitors. They get occasional visits from the crew of commercial vessels- so the restaurant is really just a fun place set up for the locals to host friends and special occasions. Its open on request. And like a sleazy OKCupid date, Captain Tim always brings his class here to make us drink the “sailors for life!” cool aide.

Captain Tim flirts with the owner exuding all of the steely dan charisma and zero fucks charm that he’s got as she brings out every Thai dish that none of us would have thought to order. For us first time explorers, we’ve been invited into a special friendship in a small town that doesn’t pitch to tourism and is one of the, many, small places around the world that is blissfully untethered to commercialism or consumer molding. Just a tiny island with close knit neighbors doing special things for each other that you can only access if your in shipping or a sailor.

When dinner was over and our bellies were burning with new spices and buckets of Singhah beer, we stumbles back to Paprika, the 27 foot, plastic fantastic cutter rig sailboat we were learning on.

Captain Tim starts blasting Jimi Hendrix below deck and hands out more beers and our class gets bawdy and boisterous with stories about our lives. Someone proclaims “look at the stars! They are beautiful” and he proceeds to get out his phone because he has an app to identify them. Cpt. Tim spits his beer out of his mouth and shouts, “Godammit man! Put that shit away! You see these stars? They are our last connection to humanity man! Jimmy Hendrix is still blasting. These stars are what sailors for generations have looked at and made up stories about so we could understand ourselves and now we can’t even relate to them without a fucking phone.

Everyone gets real silent and we look up. and We start talking about the Polynesian explorers who made up different names for every kind of wind they’d encounter on there outriggers. They had such amazing memories that they didn’t need math and could memorize entire books by listening to them. 

I thought about this innate sense of intuition that we all have. Sometimes I don’t know what I want or need to be doing because, existentially, it can feel arbitrary in the chaos. But I know being connected to the earth and the land and the ocean feels right. It makes my ego crumble sufficiently under the beauty and weight of the world.

Time Gets Away From Me

Ceaselessly rolling a stone 
Falls back on its own weight
Ceaselessly falling for fate

Celestial thunderbolts 
Sent from the under world
He stole their Secrets

Sisyphus being near death 
Rashly he wanted to test 
Her Love

But beauty distracted his eyes 
The Sparkling sea and the smiling earth 
With every push and with every heave 
He kept

Losing the weight of his worth

Sisyphus

Voice goes through several rounds of rips and distortions so you still get "voice", but muddle enough that the beginnings and ends of words are obscured in each other. Pride VS Vulnerability

White flag

You take the wheel
I’ll take the bearing
Lights on the land
With my hands I’m swearing

Come to your fear
Home is right here
Come through for me
Bleed out the keys
   
You take my arms 
I’ll guide with my mouth
You scratch my back
I’ll burn the house down

Wheel and bearing

Deep in the heart of the bathroom walls with
Wiffle bats and massive toucans
Exposing our eyes to the nightbirds behind the
plastic shower curtains I can...
Feel the wounds of my mind
Healing by your rhythm
They're in in my mind their in my skin
Feel the wounds of my mind heal the year in fission
It's in the walls its in my skin

Alone with the boy who stares at the sun and
Countless stories in the walls
Devoting my heart to the chance to share a
Simple key to what I've found I

Feel the wounds of my mind
Shrinking in to violets
And knowing senses trump their cause I...
Feel the wounds of my mind getting scrubbed by all your helpful judgment
that plants the cause

In the walls
In the walls
In the walls

Grrrumi