Couldn’t come to Canton without visiting Grandma Joan and my great grandparents. Joan called me Eric, Robert, Stephen and Jerimy before she tried knitting me a sweater. But at least I knew what she was making this time.
Super dope weekend and made a new friend. This is Daryl “Cornbread” McCray. He is renowned as the first graffiti writer in the United States in 1965. Had some really great conversations with him and I’m sure there will be many more to come.
The Dayton Mural Festival was special for a number of reasons, perhaps understated was that we had graffiti artists from all across the US, and several other countries, as well as every generation of graffiti writer from the 1960’s through today. It was pretty awesome to be a part of it
How ready are you
To die for an ideal?
What’s the connection
Between a lie and what is real?
Mother Superior
I’ve got an angel on my back
I’m one of the righteous
And I’m never going back
No, no, no
I’m never going back
Who’s that shining forth-right man
About to die behind me?
He’s waiting for the portress to
Send me head over heels
Who’s that black-heart four-star
General walking up the hill?
To ask the liberals nicely
To help, finance his private war
And if I didn’t trust that man
When he puts the rifle in your hand
Sings you songs of pageantry and grace
And how much you want to bet
On the other side
There’s a man with twice your pride
And they put you feet first in an
Unmarked grave
There was a time in our history
When we justified by saying
Our destinies manifest
Now imperialism is the mantra
Of the west
See that trigger happy
College boys, love a chance
To try out their new toys
Then they wash the city streets
Clean, with the blood of infidels
And if I didn’t trust that man
When he puts the rifle in your hand
Sings you songs of pageantry and grace
And how much you want to bet
On the other side
There’s a man with twice your pride
And they put you feet first in an
Unmarked grave
As the fabric of democracy
Lay tattered in the dust
We could put, another greedy man
Into the dictatorial
Puppet-show, now
Tell me, who do you trust
Who do you trust?
In a volatile hemisphere
We’ll perpetuate a hostile
Atmosphere
Call it a threat
To national security
Call it just a poor-sick face
One more place
To export cheap labor
Hail the monarchy
Hail the oligarchy
A potential for anarchy
And we pat ourselves
Firmly on the back
Good Riddance- Mother Superior
Every time we go to London, even if only for a few hours; we always make it a point to stop in and visit our friend Adrian Boswell at broccoli lane. I finally decided that it was time to pick out our broccoli to bring home.
He’ll be coming to tour the US next month for his Dr. Martens project. Check it out if you can!
Btw; you know what they say about a man who wears big shoes….. (he looks like a fucking idiot!)
Eat your Vegetables!
Let others change and stay the way you are
The way you are, I never wanted to stay who and how I was
Because I betrayed myself as long as my heart beat and I breathed
Being determines unconsciousness
In my funniest times, I didn’t know what to do next
I wanted to run away when things got too comfortable
Feeled like a psychopath among armchair psychologists
Your shitty tradition and your shitty consistency
Means you’re stuck in the past.
-Antilopen Gang-
