Track 53

All teachers, the best to even the worst I ever had taught me something.
My rap sheet =
BV + AAA +Green River/Walla Walla/Whatcom CC’s + WWU
It’s a blemished/strange/dis-jointed path, at times I wasn’t even paying attention,
and three community colleges not a good look, but for my formal education I’m grateful.
Wouldn’t trade it.

 

 

AAA95 (1)

Track 49

Lot’s going on–>  Robin Williams, we sort of just realized this.
Moon and I have a special connection with Popeye, so.
Combine this with her SF memories of seeing him around town or running through the park, sprinkle in some Mork, and toss with Live at the Met (one of the best stand up specials ever).  Garnish the recollection with that Vegas show/fundraiser we saw a few years back where he basically did inappropriate things with a water bottle for 45 minutes in various personas all while getting ultra-wealthy folks to bid on island vacations and dinners with Andre Agassi.  Uncomfortably brilliant.
I have no idea who he actually was, but we were fans.
Top 5 RW Movies in no/my particular order:
 
  • Good Morning Vietnam
  • Dead Poets Society
  • Good Will Hunting
  • Mrs. Doubtfire (reluctantly added though I wish I’d had the guts to go with Cadillac Man)
  • The Fisher King

 

popeye

Track 48

When the search dogs cross your fence line thoughts get real basic-like–>  no deep questions, just “who’s out there and in here?”   When surrounded by a manhunt and a sheriff’s hiding in your ditch you focus fast on kids and forget fast about stuff. And when the chopper stares you down you’re forced to look up into your soul and ask–>
“what are my crimes?”
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PHOTO by Neighbor Linda 

Track 47- Battle Rap from Boom-Rang

Things been strange. So here’s an offering from my battle rap alter-ego: 

You think you can rain down hard on me??? No.

 

You lose, you lose again,

I drive jump then score late,

Why’d you even begin?

 

I’m from the NW, I reign.

You walk, I hike,

You’re Scottie, I’m Mike,

You sink, I swim,

Kid U shouldn’t have skipped that Y lesson,

 

I sound better than cheese tastes,

You,         sound off,

I’m grade A cubed,

You should just buzz off,

 

Splash up off of me rain, don’t you know I’m the Boom-Rang,

I’ll Aikido flip it back to you

And make your heart clang,

 

I’m like that year Griffey Jr. and Sr. played together,

I’m Kurosawa good,

A Kobe beef slider, pick-up rider, big strider-

My mind’s getting tighter & tighter & tighter

In this box think I’m a Tyson fighter,

 

But Tyson’s crazy so maybe I should bounce,

Got a baby to feed, like ounce after ounce.

 

Boom-Rang.   Time.  

 

 

 

KUROSAWA

Track 46

Withrows.  I hear the stories–> where we come from, who we are.  I feel the stories and some hurt, some heal, some are hi-larious.

And these stories help grow me/we, they have power.  Stories somehow all threaded, from those no longer with us to us still around, to the ones yet to come all tangled up.  I won’t try to unravel them, just proud to be part of the knot.

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PHOTO by Richard Rockwell