On a balcony in Orlando, Florida, Marc Clayton and I get nostalgic and listen to some great music influenced by Peyote and Crack. Marc is a career musician from Bonesugar to The Lazy Suns to a magnitude of other collaborated projects. In addition to that, he is also my older brother of 13 years my senior. We meet up in Florida after not seeing one another for about a half of decade.

The Pilot

Heaven Only Knows - Orlando, Florida with Marc Clayton

In Houston I sit with Robert Wallace while we exchange light jabs over our beliefs on Flat Earth, Global Warming, Religion and all things Taboo. Robert, once a scientologist and an avid conversationalist; sit for the first installment of what may turn out to be reoccurring.

At War With The Mystics - Wallace on Global Warming, Flat Earth and Spirituality

I meet up with Gabriel (Nigerian born, Bronx raised, Dallas living) and Samuel (Nigerian born, London raised, Dallas living) for the celebration of American Independence in 2016 in Rosenburg, TX. This 4th of July conversation sways from Donald Trump to Student Loans in between firework explosions. This is a voyeuristic conversation captured with a mobil device.

American Dreams - With Gabe & Samuel from Nigeria

A three part show; I begin talking to my 6 year old daughter about the recent surge in media coverage on the murdering of unarmed black men; then while (urban) hiking I have a realization about community and police, to a road trip to Dallas where I am going to speak to a Board Of Directors about a community event I organized in my neighborhood that allowed residents of the community and the Police that patrol to meet and get to know one another.

Easy, Lucky, Free - Police, Community and Our Future

Longtime friend and collaborator Timothy Pinecone of Machine Should Be joins via FaceTime from Brooklyn, NY and reminisces with me on our first podcast a decade ago; Russian Bathhouses, a made up form of currency in the Caribbean's, Brexit's aftermath and the invasion of Mexico and Belize by miniatures. Great music from Bobby Digital aka RZA, Ry Cooder and Ali Farka Toure, Blink 182 and Wyclef Jean.

Talking Timbuktu With Timothy Pinecone Part 1

I contemplate on the theory of time and why we should utilize it to the best of our ability right now. Motivational time management reflection.

Fulfilling Nothingness

Time Forgot - Managing Measurements

B.C sits in Houston traffic and rambles about our current consciousness and dreams of a paradigm shift in our reality. Inspirational rants to achieve success by means of mind over matter.

Alternative Facts - Smoke & Mirrors

B.C provides a passionate view on the spoiled culture of capitalism and powerful perspective of surrounding yourself with success. Don't become a product of your environment, but rather create an environment that produces.

Provider - Fecal Alchemy

I make a wrong turn and end up in Kingspoint Mullet on I45 south of Houston staring at some dope murals on a series of buildings. Precious rides up on his bike and schools me on the History of Graffiti in Houston and tells me about some spots to follow up on to make my urban scavenger hunt fun! Enjoy!

Dilettante Nomad

Kingspoint Mullet - Houston Graffiti Hunt

I take my family to NY for the 4th of July Weekend to go visit the statue of liberty, buy my tickets from New Jersey's Liberty Park and drive to NJ on July 1st to enjoy this family time and educational moment with my kids to find out that NJ government had disagreements over state budgets and have terminated access to public and state parks. This is a symbolic moment on the weekend we are supposed to be celebrating our independence and acceptance of all people in this world. Our monument of liberty stands alone on an island.

The Greatest Mistake

Independence Day 2017- The Truth Is...

Hungover in bed, B.C phones in to Brooklyn N.Y. to rebuttal The Bottom 5's episode on Catch Phrases. This episode featuring GianCarlo Altube is the prequel to The Bottom 5's second Rebuttal Podcast aired June of 2017...

Pre-Bottom 5 - GianCarlo Altube

B.C reflects a bit on the first two batches of audioscapes (seasons) and looks to turn over a new leaf in his third installment. Stay tuned

The Trilogy

Season 3 Preview - Minds For Sale

B.C describes the week of the floods through his eyes. Offers some perspective and recounts the rollercoaster of emotion Houston went through.

Trilogy

Hurricane Harvey

A coming of age tale about accepting who you are all the time. It's the time where we stop being who we were and start being who we are.

Even In His Youth He's A Mighty Good Leader

A reflection on interpreting negative circumstances into positive outcomes. Everyone is dealt tough blows and they come in many forms; but how we recycle them to the world is an individuals choice. Stay positive my friends!

Just Trying To Stay Positive

B.C teams up with B.ME to throw down a track based on the influence TV has in all of our lives. It makes up our decisions on social issues. It dictates the truths we wish were true. It influences our conversations, our family, our friends and our lives to the fullest extent, but...think about the last time you went a day without seeing a screen. It reports opinions rather than facts.

TV Tells Me - Daddy Won't Save You

eyes wander
i couldn’t see it
blind to the pandering scandal
nominating me for a prestigious award
for reasons beyond my own accords
teasing the cord to pledge allegiance for them all
feeling put on
a legion of malls
circulating rats around wheels feeding meals to em all 
each and every nominee is on their knees begging please dont do it
the trees blow through it
nature takes its course 
but the fees assist the music
so leases are sold on the idea of less maintenance
no worries, this is included, deduct it, reuse it, or fuck it. tuck it in your sock, that wad of cash will be ours and ya’ll be sleeping at the end of the block
under the bridge
sumner will live
dumber the kids
i’m running the biz… shit

This is the upper- middle amphetamine 
i mean, I’m a Meta Zine, meditating mephdrone and morphine cut up each tunnel of dope feigns cold veins coltrane on cold trains
codine, old days, decoding the old ways
like way back in the day - Blaise was a dream inspiring pirate pillaging pillow cases of pills - butane basting blasting off in basements - killing useless cell replacements in the brain infrared adjacent to the drain - indecent, complacent danger, reminisce the anger - sisyphus’ savior - infamous creator of oedipus’ manger 

I remained - chill - I remained - calm - I remained sane - i remained - harmless to the chickens - parmesan in the kitchen - reading palms for the vision - eating cloves - bad decisions- infrared scopes and dope injected -  in a rope - missionary - detected a divine vine of berries - very wrapped in twine twice already -  this note - satisfies my goodbye and defies my cravings
for a bottle like a baby
for a dollar menu lately
for a scholar mentor crazy
for a manic addict baby
heyyyyy
	This is the theme song
to leave on for 24 hours dazed and confusing explosive usage of doodles on a leaf that fell from the tree and created a blank book of pages just for me. 
writing through my ages while finding truth in mazes
fighting through the blazes while lighting up endangered species beneath me, try and defeat me never
my levitating endeavor will deflate your ego 
debate my people? and i will degrade you for a sequel 
i noah-bout real devastation
i built an arc from found art, hard work, trials and tribulations 
keep pacing, keep blazing, stay amazing, be patient
it doesn’t happen overnight
the power of consistency and will have persisted my wishlist from 100 to nil
punch drunk love and kill 
dump truck raised and spilt
all over goes the grain and pills
on the streets like cocoa leaves until the sweepers are locked and loaded 
cock back, take a shot and hold it. reload and keep going
never stop 
never give up
leave a legacy for your family and friends… show them what you can create whether or not it’s appreciated, it’s your escape… I can relate… I only do this for my own well-being
i only do this because it gives me a good feeling. 
i only do this because this is my only being… my only time i will remember, and when i pass on - I want my kids to always hear my voice… inspire them when they’re down… inspire them when they need their pops to say YOU CAN DO IT

I love you- I love you all.

I Love You

After a few months balancing many extremes both personally and professionally, I take a moment to find peace at an empty park on a rainy evening to vent...#newbridge

Positive Balance

I did this track in Corpus Christi after my best friend Ryan Lupo passed away... in honor of what would have been his 35th birthday... I am posting two tracks over the same beat made by Terry Towers...Lots of play on words. More pods coming soon... I am currently updating my equipment. I never finished this one... I had a hook I never recorded... this one was recorded on Whitecap beach the very next morning after Without Girl

Survival By Coordination

Fatalism With A Loophole - Rough Mix

Prepping for a meeting to bring my team together, I ramble off some ideas on refocusing for the new day. Send feedback to DilettanteNomad@gmail.com

4th Quarter

If It Don't Make Dollars Than It Don't Make Sense

B.C tries to figure out how to justify the means with todays paradigm.

Let's Make It Happen

B.C describes the business term 'apples to apples' and how ineffective this phrase is on decision making. We all are unique to some degree with our services and expectations. Find the one that suits your needs doing due diligence.

Twilight Oaks

Apples 2 Apples

Tracking the cause and effect to better yourself and the world. Recognizing Patient Zero and where the epidemic (good, bad or indifferent) begin... Get to the roots.

Patient Zero - With Special Guests

First part of a conversation with someone with different views on the world.

Pt 1 with an old neighbor

Ambassadors

B.C stops by a goodwill before heading to San Antonio from Houston. He picks up a new rig for his recorder and spits some non-sense that began that morning.

Katy Trails

Driving to San Antonio

Last month I was in San Antonio and found this little rant on my recorder about 9/11 and a shirtless man bathing elephants.

San Antonio Rant

This track is somewhere around 10-12 years old. I was cleaning up some disc space and found this track called "Spilt Beer". This may have been coming off an alter-ego I was going by when I lived in Albany New York BeerFeet.

Spilt Beer aka BeerFeet

It’s Elementary 
Winthrop where i Win throw up
Migrains crushing my skull to no end
running to the rest room
graduate into mushrooms 
dangers in the next room
manger haven, next moon

My favorite thing to do is Doing nothing 
talk a little shit, play stick ball or running---
---to the corner, playing hey mister
Manhunting to dinner, playing school skipper


Jack the Ripper, Grim the reaper
bricks through a windshield of the women beater 
teenager waging wars, pagers going off  
dating little whores, late first period, aborting baby talk 

Sex ed lessons, head next session
stressing over bush and Gory elections
how much you benching?
friday night mescaline 
saturday wrestling 
Monday test, i’ll pass guessing

Messed up, scholar-slave-ships students to NCAA’s
Every meeting starts with my name and the addiction I play
they’re all ears like dumbo’s 
a circus full of rodeo’s 

high, I’m eating oreo’s 
wash it with a 40 - yo
same sad story - street kids do 
hardly a consistent crew (pause)
too many soldiers lost to the shit we do… 

It’s elementary 

All the kids yelling
ally kids fighting 
all the kids running
all are uniting 
All that I see 
Always keep fighting 
all the kids running 
ally kids unite


Universally we’re at universities
debt to my knees rolling up trees
blowing breezes out from the vanilla dutchee mouthpiece
bounced to the south to the west keys 

resting, in nothing more than peace
a bottle of rum from the west indies. 
Indo - I’m like Scrooge McDuck
every funeral crying “What the Fuck?”

stuck in a K-Hole searching for gold
truck breaking down on the side of the road
I guess I’ll set up camp with my kerosene lamp
free bases stole when the pitcher commits a bag

now i can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t do nothing
i met a special lady that reminds me “I’m Something"
I need a fresh start to control my beat heart
one more skip and I might just depart

Texting, Texas, mindless sex
NYLA’s in the oven and I need to protect
my family, damn me rambling. 
I need to be a boss of this god damned gambling

Only risk I’m taken’s on me
I need to prove the world I’m more than elementary 
Damn me, the risk is on me
proving more and more, 

It’s elementary

The Reunion 

It's Elementary

B.C spits a 2020 piece and asks the audience to contribute stories and send them to DilettanteNomad@gmail.com

2020 Vision - Listener Challenge

This track was written and recorded December 23rd 2015 while I was stuck home with a broken ankle. The heavy news at the time was unarmed black men getting killed by police all over the country; most of the time the cops were not getting arrested for their actions of murder...this was my response, and things haven't changed much. 

Champagne pops
To kill the pain like cops slaying another black teen
STOP
unnamed 
unarmed 
keep’em in chains, hoodies and barbed wire fences
lock’em in a yard like a dog that’s reckless 
protect us not by fear and force
We here have lost our hopes in high courts
our justice has faults
they’re playing like sports 
fussing and fighting 
knighted for lost bodies 
if it’s night, toss the body in the ditch 
and unload a clip in the kid for giving lip like he did
He spoke up to the limp dick bitch with a badge 
How can we fight a battle that’s matched unfair? 
dispatched
send more units like flair 
they fire them up 
hired, tenured, retired 
for what?
who are they serving when they’re programmed like servents to focus their purpose on numbers to hurt us?
quota counting, donut eating, soda drinking hounds
round’em up, the innocent victims, throw’em in the pound 
they get paid by weight 
scale’em, skin’em 
‘they've been failing from the beginning, it’s their fate’
so they wail’em and kick’em 
they’ve been ailing from the sickness and they can’t escape
this viscous cycle is vital to life 
the squad has their rifles and they’re ready to shoot tonight 
loot your life
loot for life 
i got no loot
i got no life 
we need roots like Toby’s trife 
it’s trite it’s like “It’s normal, right?”
it’s regular news, it’s just everyday life 
From ISIS to Ice Kids
PD to Vice Grips 
Mike Tyson can’t fight this violence from night Crips 
Blood drips down a telephone pole 
Not even ET can make his call home 
stop the violence
stop the greed
they’re both a by-product from watching capitalist TV
factual viewings of refugees left by society 
grant Immunity, Amnesty, freedom from tyranny 
tiredly I ironically am tired of fighting too 
but lately I’ve noticed that it frightens you 
get off your fucking couch and demand back your liberties 
unite together, Black, White, Syrian, Mexican, Any oppressed alien 
of any thespian ally 
All of US
make a statement that 99% is done with this shit
stop killing us with blood money you dumb prick 
cuz this private dick will slip into slit and bust some shit
I’m a fucking gumshoe stuck on my heels 
but your hands up, cuz im gunning for real 
Buca Buca boo buca, bu buca buca blah 

If ultimate peace is the answer?
why do we listen to bullying banter 
even schools are eliminating antlers 
we should be hopeful for no postal disasters 
you cannot achieve peace with war as the answer
animosity will brew under nervous laughter 
cuz they’re plotting revenge to avenge ancestors 
they’re invested
we're conflicted 
ive protested, and i’ve shifted 
I’ve been lifted, i’ve been level, i’ve been balanced and i’ve been disheveled 
the devil tests our treble with our actions 
how we act in trouble with our tactics 
if we’re attacking or practical 
acting logical with coherent thoughts is rational 
passionate proletariat 
they capture white flags from territories 
terror and gory 
im better with glory 
an inventor of underdog stories 
30 plus years with a hustle 
historians ruffle through pages like “His story is outrageous, right?”
courageous
i’ve jumped through flames and made it
i’ve played the game and changed it
chained and been in cages 
change is in the wages
trains have been raided 
i’ve reigned as a sovereign tasteless ruler
but ive seen the light in being selfless is cooler 
ive worn many masks
ive done many tasks 
and if had many people ask “Why I Roam?”
I want a universal home from Key West to New York to  Miami to Rome
Texas, Vegas, Barcelona, Madrid
We’ve finally made it like cajuns and pagans 
slayed many demons 
accept the peace kid
respect to each kid

BeMore Gluttony

I Can't Breathe - Cop Killers/No Jokes -  Lyrics in description

BC drives in Houston releasing the feelings on the current pandemic we're living through.

COVID-19 April 7 2020 Life/Quarantine Update

A quick little poem spit during this quarantine.

Quarantine- BC

Made a quick beat and wrote a quick jam for Halloween.

Halloween 2020

Blaise C from BeMore, Spoken Word Artist and Business Leader returns to his roots as a Radio Host bringing a new element of excitement to story telling, motivation and discovering music. The unique flair of conversation takes the listener inside the mind of the host and guests as you weave through a soundscape of moods.

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