AK Chronicles V1.3

Ok, it's been a few days since ive updated this life of mine so you know I been on the grizzie (*grind for those not so hip on the urban vernacular) and now its time to reflect. Well, we had our first all ages show in Brooklyn last Saturday, and it was dope. By far the smallest stage ive ever performed on. I almost impaled myself with Rah's bass like 5 times but it twas all good. I love and hate these out of town gigs. I love playing for new people because they always lose their shyt since nobody's ever seen anything like us. Also, seeing the die hard supporters that drive from Philly or wherever anytime we play, feels great. I hate losing money, my personal funds, everytime we leave the state. Travel expenses for multiple cars kills me, even on a short trip to the city. But I say "don't blame me, blame your manager!...Oh wait, that's me, sheeeit". Brings me to a great point...I NEED A MANAGER, BOOKING AGENT, WITCH DOCTOR, SOMETHING! Help a brovenor out, if you know anyone that can actually do something, connect us. I'm looking for paying gigs, or free gigs opening up for bigger acts, and that's my spiel.

Now on Wednesday, Phrequency had their 1 Year Anniversary and I was definitely there for this who's who of the Philly Indie music scene. I hit the stage for an impromptu raw ass drummer & DJ set, which people were really digging. I will perform for food, on the real, it really doesnt matter to me, the exposure is a necessity.

And we finished up our 4 song sampler for Chicken Wing Tumble Weeds. They would be the new songs to the right==>. This is a taste of what we been brewing, I feel the clock ticking but I'm trying to make it in my favor. 'Tighten up the belt and take a chance cuz you don't got shyt to lose'is how im goin for the new year...getting it started early.

And today's unneccesarily racist cartoon...


AK da Rula, Signing off.
Peace

AK Chronicles V 1.2

"We wish Fabian the very best—his last day at The Food Trust was October 19. We know he will go far with his many talents, passion and dedication – to music and children’s health!" So my home gurl sent me this from a work email I assume. I really Purrciate that. Teachers, colleagues, and friends have been calling and writing me all week. For some reason people think I could be depressed or on suicide watch...must be that whole recession thing I keep hearing about. Maybe they are right and Im just too focused to realize that my life is spiraling out of control...or something.

For my people, I am fine. Pork Fried is stronger than ever. Ricky is losing his mind in a great way, he's talking 100 bangers before February and I believe it. I'm finally learning what it is to be an artist "If you gotta spray paint out your butt onto a canvas to create your art, then that's what you gotta do to give people yourself." No anal paint shop for me though, but I am debunking some of the myths of the Modern Day Rapper/Singer/Reggae man. Im gonna have alot of really good music for people soon, and those tough times will have to be dealt with when they arrive.

On another note, STOP BREAKING INTO Rah's Car, ASSHOLE. The illest bassist in the city, and my homey has had his car broken into like 3 times in the last three months! Nobody's luck is that bad, some degenerate is following him and breaking into his car at gigs. Now, we as performers have a responsibility to promote our shows and generally let our fans know whats up with us. We shouldn't have to be concerned about being vandalized or robbed because we are public figures. We're still broke, this ain't MTV man,that kind of shyt sets us back and makes us uneasy about doing the thing we love...so stop it.


That be all for the day,and remember...Support your local rockstars!
AK

AK Chronicles V 1.1

So, this is what I would call the wonderful uncomfortable struggle. I have been a full time studio rat for one whole week. I have been writing my songs, co-writing and co-producing for other artists, assisting Ricky as an engineer, and confirming our first all ages show in Brooklyn next Saturday. All the while filing for unemployment and applying for day gigs on Craigslist, but no sign of my last paycheck!...and the first of the month is hurdling towards me. I know it'll be here but they making a brother sweat.

Anyways, I have been toiling away with 12 hour work days, cutting on my record (Chicken Wing Tumble Weeds), engineering for singer/songwriter Jeremy Grenhart (who is the truth by the by), and writing SONGS! My theory is proving true so far, I look forward to working every morning...I just dont look at my wallet anymore, lol. I have these moments of doubt that confound me but I refuse to be stifled. People believe in me and want it to work so it must. I always say that I am not afraid of failure, but I just realized that I also must not be afraid of success.

Keeping it short today, gotta get back to this grindage. If you see me in the street gimme a good word.

AK Chronicles V 1.0

Word, so I was fired on monday from my job of two years. I know that doesn't sound like a particularly long time but when you are doing something that you do not love every single day, it can feel like an eternity. I didn't have it bad honestly, I was an educator running the nutrition program in 5 schools in the Philadelphia School District. I taught thousands of kids and had become a respected member of these school communities, but my double life had finally caught up with me.

Every morning I was stumbling awake grasping for air at the crack of dawn and mindlessly going through all the motions of the good working boy, then coming home to work on promoting my events, in the studio on my album, or hosting open mics, or band rehearsals, or performances till 2,3,4 in the morning and then it's WAMP WAMP WAMP WAMP!!! 6:30 again and my alarm is blaring. After a couple years of this I felt like I had gone through a frontal lobotomy. I worked nonstop every day but never actually felt like anything was getting done.

So, when my supervisor (who I have to assume is either jealous of my life, or in love with me) said, "You're Fired," I was like hmm 'I wonder what's about to happen right now, am I gonna start throwing chairs and go all angry black man in this place??!' No, I am actually... relieved. I packed up my shyt, gave/received hugs, kisses, and well wishes from my good ladies over there, and walked out the door.

So... back to the studio, but this time, theres NO paycheck coming next week, NO health, NO dental, NO sick days or vacays. As a matter of fact, NO guarantee of earning another dollar for the rest of my natural born life. Needless to say, I am not fucking around, time to reach my potential or...

This money (lyrics)

Long as I can remember I have been a creator,
an innovative writer, and a musician persuader
One who actually gives a shit about the world I live in
native of the USA my momma payed her way to brooklyn
Talk about life changing in front of your eye
from a farm in Barbados to a flat in Bedstuy?
She hussled all her life, smiled in spite of the strife
never much success in love, married the wrong guy.
had a baby, 84 way before my time
I had realized this world was ill, by the age of nine
momma working days & nights& weekends, overTime-
-I began to see the fallacies of working 9 to
we were still broke without a dime

***This money make this world go round...if you want, get down
Just try forget who you are, and go and get you a job***



Nothing wrong with hard work in this world but who you working for?

Pause for Poetry

I believe in being direct with words in my music. I've always felt that the people can relate better to the music when they feel like the artist is speaking to them personally. But sometimes I just write abstract pieces that I've never made into songs. Enjoy...


Sitting...anticipating the rejuvenation of life. Not as a biological entity, nor as
an anatomical product of sexual reproduction. But a human, in its purest form,
inately entitled to happiness, exhiliration, anger, infuriation, lust, love, jealousy,
hate of and with self. Against my will, I have been stripped of my zest for
existence. The blissful ignorance that I grasped so tightly as a youth has been
usurped by a jaded overstanding of the inequities and injustices of my world.
But, it is because I am of my world that I can appreciate the perpetual possibility
of a life different to my own. I can revel in the realization that every passing
moment is an opportunity for change.






My mind sits...heavy in reservoirs of self-actualization.Cloudy. My thoughts

intertwine with cummilous clouds settling subtly above mountains of indignation.

Pristine horizons engulf my insecurities as rivers give way to an everlasting stream

of consciousness. Water runs like libations poured in rememberance of ignorance

and innocence. And yet, nothing of self is sufficient. Want and desire lay within the

realm of my very existence; reaching, clawing, pawing, yearning for that passionate

eclipse. The ORGASMIC instant of animalistic, primal oneness could not be uttered

by virgin lips. NO! it must be spoken is painful tounges of experience and tragedy.