Archive | January, 2016

No Disrespect

25 Jan

But this corny ass, dweeb ass nigga????

This is who she staked her claim on?

And maybe I was suppose to not give up so easily–hang in there a little longer, but goddamn.

How much of her horseshit was I supposed to take, and who the hell would respect a guy like that?

How much shit does he have to eat in order to remain “her person?”

Would you call that patience or insanity?

Or is that just a higher booty tax bracket?


~Edward Austin Robertson


Dr. Bobby’s Miracle Hangover Cure

25 Jan

2 puffs of medicinal herbs

1 banana

1 8 oz glass of water

34 fl oz of coconut water

And an aspirin or two wouldn’t hurt either.


~Edward Austin Robertson

Birthday Mini-Playlist

20 Jan

French Kicks –All Our Weekends

Wild Nothing- To Know You

Explosions in the Sky-Disintegration Anxiety

Freddie Gibbs –Home

MED BLU & MADLIB- Burgundy Whip

Kanye West & Kendrick Lamar-No More Parties in L.A.

Baron Zen –Turn Around

Is David Bowie Dead?

11 Jan




For a guy who always manage to spark my imagination, his art never forced me to imagine a world without him in it. There are a lot events from my early 20’s that can be marked with a David Bowie song or album. I’m sure it is no accident that much of my sexual adventures came about during the same period.

It is also no accident that many of my friends then (some of them still remain) shared a love for the man and his work. I was getting high on opium in this stripper’s apartment the first time I heard Ziggy Stardust. She owned a vinyl copy of it. It blew my mind. It was so crisp and perfect. It was epic,and tragic–histrionic even. Low was my favorite of his 70’s album, produced with the great Brian Eno (Station to Station a close second).

I was even fortunate enough to work at a record store when Heathen and Reality came out (not his best work, but solid in comparison to what was being released at the time). Bowie for me was at first a guilty pleasure, but the more people I met who dug him, the less I felt guilty about my pleasure. He was so kooky that he made me feel pretty normal, and when my life wasn’t weird enough, I could just throw some Bowie on. His new album came out on Friday, and had I known he was dying, I probably would have listened to it.

If you hang around long enough as an artist, the chances are that you’ll be taken for granted. I’m glad that the man lived long enough to drift into the shadows of respectability. He could have easily burned out when he was at the top of his game, but he didn’t. I feel like that is a victory in itself. Can you imagine a world without songs like “Under Pressure”, or “Golden Years”, or the movie “Labyrinth”?

Neither can I. 69 is a very young age. I’m already halfway there, and I cannot help but think of all the projects that I haven’t finished. The man gave us so much in the scope of fashion, music, and art. So thank you Thin White Duke for being the weird, uncompromising, chameleon that you were. You taught us a lot. Ciao.



Spring Semester Mini-Playlist

9 Jan


Pusha T-Keep Dealing

Boards of Canada-Smokes Quantity

Mac Miller-New Faces


Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman-So Strange Here

M83-My Tears Are Becoming A Sea

Black Forest Fire-Live News Feed

Lower Dens- To Die in L.A.

Caribou- Leave House