I am relaxed.
Lying beside the soft sounds
of a suckling newborn
in our dimly lit bedroom.
Our humidifier mists away
the dry air
on an otherwise quiet morning.
This is the easy part.
~Edward Austin Robertson
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I am relaxed.
Lying beside the soft sounds
of a suckling newborn
in our dimly lit bedroom.
Our humidifier mists away
the dry air
on an otherwise quiet morning.
This is the easy part.
~Edward Austin Robertson
~
Perhaps I would’ve pedaled harder if I knew what lay on the other side for me.
I could’ve used the extra motivation for biking in the blistering heat–back and forth, back and forth.
My biggest motivator was fear of failure.
I had to get up, get out, and get something.
I had to see the world, make love to exotic women and smoke fine grades of dope– the key to that I knew; was an education–
At each level existed a new threshold to cross and new goals to achieve.
But nothing could prepare me for the fear I felt 20 years later,
leaving the hospital that day with a new life in our car.
It was as if the past 20 years had happened to someone else
because nothing mattered more than getting him home safe.
That was as far as I had thought things through.
I took a deep breath, hit my blinker, and took a turn out of the hospital parking lot;
back out into the world that existed beyond the freeway.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Early Saturday mornings with her were heavenly.
She’d take him to get donuts
where the Korean shopkeeper was always happy to see them.
Half a dozen glazed donuts.
(free) Donut holes
devoured before they reached the house.
The others went into the toaster oven to
warm into a moist sweet frost.
Yummy Saturday mornings were spent
crawling out of the station wagon
his tiny hand enclosed in hers;
walking into the farmer’s market.
~Edward Austin Robertson
originally published in “Brief Moments of Shared Experience” available at Barnesand Noble.com
The mature mindset would’ve been to enjoy the moment for what it was
and then let go of it forever.
Maybe we’d have stayed in touch, maybe we wouldn’t have.
The hormones were running high
and it’d been a while since I’d met someone who felt so lovely to be around.
As soon as I left her, however; some suppressed feelings of inadequacy and unhappiness
surfaced.
Things got messy at the first sign of turbulence.
But it was never about her.
Had we met today, I’m not sure there’d even be any sparks,
any mutual interest, or even things to converse about.
It was my first true femme fatale–
a woman whose thoughts impressed me as much as her body
(and boy what a nice body)—with a mind that was as manipulative as my own.
When it ended the way things did, I was twice as angry with myself
as I was hurt by what she revealed herself to truly be.
So it was never about her.
I was a reckless man, thoughtless and cavalier,
and I got exactly what I deserved.
My animus–the best and worst of me—
reflected in a mirror.
Had I possessed any self awareness back then,
I could’ve recognized those patterns sooner—
the way I was treated in relation to the way I treated others;
beforehand and afterwards–
and realized much earlier, that it was never about her.
Edward Austin Robertson
Honeymoon, honey baby, honey baby moon,
familiar coastlines, new story lines
relive old days through new eyes.
Drifting for decades,
coast to coast,
cement to sand to soil.
One month a newlywed,
many times broken
to become whole again.
Daylight lasts long into nightfall.
Crows as big as chickens.
Air cleaner and clearer
than memory originally served him.
The return of a calm long forgotten.
~Edward Austin Robertson

There are a lot of online reviews for the new Freddie Gibbs and Madlib collaboration, Bandana. I’ve read most of them. Some articles were bloated, text heavy articles that distracted from the subject matter and brought the focus onto the writer, some articles were short blurbs written by people who sound like they just started listening to rap music back in 2011, when they first discovered Kendrick Lamar. Some cats, were just plain disrespectful, saying that Madlib, without Freddie Gibbs, “might be just another ‘low-fi beats to study to’ producer”.
I’m not comfortable enough to write another goofy review on this album–nor do I think it is even necessary– because I don’t feel like I’ve studied it enough yet. I told myself it would take at least 20 listens to have an informed opinion–and I’m only on my 14th listen–,but here is what I think so far.
Things I like:
Its a strong album. I’d like to both listen to Pinata and Bandana in order to get better perspective and context (I also can’t wait to hear the instrumentals version of this album). As of now its standing on a solid A-. My only criticisms are about a few verses that seem too similar to some Freddie Gibbs had written previously on other albums and guest appearances. It was the first time I’d heard Freddie get bested by other rappers on the same song.
Upon first listen, I was slightly underwhelmed and even got a little annoyed at a friend who suggested that Bandana “pooed” on Pinata. They are such different albums. Pinata is a slightly longer album (by 15 minutes), but one that can be listened to multiple times while driving in their vehicle (something I’m looking forward to with Bandana). Pinata feels harder, more street, with more bravado, while Bandana feels more soulful and introspective. Pinata made me feel like Gibbs had pushed past the uphill part of the grind but was still not quite where he wanted to be yet. Bandana feels like he’s finally gotten to the top of the hill and is now reflecting on what it took to get there.
Regardless, it is a very important album that one can tell that a lot of thought went into every step of it being made. Gibbs says that he wrote the lyrics to the album at the same time as he was writing for the mixtape, Fetti (the under the radar mixtape he made with Curren$y), and his solo album, Freddie.
Rumor has it that this is only the second part of a MadGibbs trilogy in waiting. I hope for our sake it doesn’t take another 5 years for us to hear it.
Favorite Tracks:
Situations (hardest song on the album much like Thuggin’ on Pinata)
Fake Names (Possibly Freddie’s best display of rapping)
Gat Damn (My second favorite track on here. A great juxtaposition of a feel good beat and somber yet melodic lyrics)
Education (super heavy)
Giannis (My Third favorite track)
Least Favorite Tracks:
Half Manne Half Cocaine, Massage Seats (the only two tracks that still have yet to get more interesting with each listen)
BM
Bobby Mickey is the alter ego of writer and poet Edward Austin Robertson. When he isn’t involved in some basketball related activity, actively looking for parties to deejay or on the airwaves at KDVS, he is working on his basketball book, This a Good Ass Game.
More where that came from within the year. Stay Tuned.
~Mick
She kissed me at the peak of the guitar riff crescendo
near the tail end of OK Computer.
I couldn’t tell you if I thought it was romantic or not,
my head was still spinning for my college sweetheart–
couldn’t even slow my mind down enough
to just shut up and enjoy the moment.
I’d run off to the next available vixen
and we’d barely had the chance to get to know the other person
we were just staying out all night getting our buzz on
and mugging down as we saw fit.
Yorke singing in my ear to “slow down”
while I was on her couch trying to navigate her tongue with my own.
~Edward Austin Robertson