Dilettante Nomad: Recent Episodes
Dilettante Nomad
Blaise C from BeMore, Spoken Word Artist and Business Leader returns to his roots as a Radio Host bringing a new element of excitement to story telling, motivation and discovering music. The unique flair of conversation takes the listener inside the mind of the host and guests as you weave through a soundscape of moods.
BC drives in Houston releasing the feelings on the current pandemic we're living through.
This track was written and recorded December 23rd 2015 while I was stuck home with a broken ankle. The heavy news at the time was unarmed black men getting killed by police all over the country; most of the time the cops were not getting arrested for their actions of murder...this was my response, and things haven't changed much.
Champagne pops To kill the pain like cops slaying another black teen STOP unnamed unarmed keep’em in chains, hoodies and barbed wire fences lock’em in a yard like a dog that’s reckless protect us not by fear and force We here have lost our hopes in high courts our justice has faults they’re playing like sports fussing and fighting knighted for lost bodies if it’s night, toss the body in the ditch and unload a clip in the kid for giving lip like he did He spoke up to the limp dick bitch with a badge How can we fight a battle that’s matched unfair? dispatched send more units like flair they fire them up hired, tenured, retired for what? who are they serving when they’re programmed like servents to focus their purpose on numbers to hurt us? quota counting, donut eating, soda drinking hounds round’em up, the innocent victims, throw’em in the pound they get paid by weight scale’em, skin’em ‘they've been failing from the beginning, it’s their fate’ so they wail’em and kick’em they’ve been ailing from the sickness and they can’t escape this viscous cycle is vital to life the squad has their rifles and they’re ready to shoot tonight loot your life loot for life i got no loot i got no life we need roots like Toby’s trife it’s trite it’s like “It’s normal, right?” it’s regular news, it’s just everyday life From ISIS to Ice Kids PD to Vice Grips Mike Tyson can’t fight this violence from night Crips Blood drips down a telephone pole Not even ET can make his call home stop the violence stop the greed they’re both a by-product from watching capitalist TV factual viewings of refugees left by society grant Immunity, Amnesty, freedom from tyranny tiredly I ironically am tired of fighting too but lately I’ve noticed that it frightens you get off your fucking couch and demand back your liberties unite together, Black, White, Syrian, Mexican, Any oppressed alien of any thespian ally All of US make a statement that 99% is done with this shit stop killing us with blood money you dumb prick cuz this private dick will slip into slit and bust some shit I’m a fucking gumshoe stuck on my heels but your hands up, cuz im gunning for real Buca Buca boo buca, bu buca buca blah
If ultimate peace is the answer? why do we listen to bullying banter even schools are eliminating antlers we should be hopeful for no postal disasters you cannot achieve peace with war as the answer animosity will brew under nervous laughter cuz they’re plotting revenge to avenge ancestors they’re invested we're conflicted ive protested, and i’ve shifted I’ve been lifted, i’ve been level, i’ve been balanced and i’ve been disheveled the devil tests our treble with our actions how we act in trouble with our tactics if we’re attacking or practical acting logical with coherent thoughts is rational passionate proletariat they capture white flags from territories terror and gory im better with glory an inventor of underdog stories 30 plus years with a hustle historians ruffle through pages like “His story is outrageous, right?” courageous i’ve jumped through flames and made it i’ve played the game and changed it chained and been in cages change is in the wages trains have been raided i’ve reigned as a sovereign tasteless ruler but ive seen the light in being selfless is cooler ive worn many masks ive done many tasks and if had many people ask “Why I Roam?” I want a universal home from Key West to New York to Miami to Rome Texas, Vegas, Barcelona, Madrid We’ve finally made it like cajuns and pagans slayed many demons accept the peace kid respect to each kid
B.C spits a 2020 piece and asks the audience to contribute stories and send them to DilettanteNomad@gmail.com
It’s Elementary Winthrop where i Win throw up Migrains crushing my skull to no end running to the rest room graduate into mushrooms dangers in the next room manger haven, next moon
My favorite thing to do is Doing nothing talk a little shit, play stick ball or running--- ---to the corner, playing hey mister Manhunting to dinner, playing school skipper
Jack the Ripper, Grim the reaper bricks through a windshield of the women beater teenager waging wars, pagers going off dating little whores, late first period, aborting baby talk
Sex ed lessons, head next session stressing over bush and Gory elections how much you benching? friday night mescaline saturday wrestling Monday test, i’ll pass guessing
Messed up, scholar-slave-ships students to NCAA’s Every meeting starts with my name and the addiction I play they’re all ears like dumbo’s a circus full of rodeo’s
high, I’m eating oreo’s wash it with a 40 - yo same sad story - street kids do hardly a consistent crew (pause) too many soldiers lost to the shit we do…
It’s elementary
All the kids yelling ally kids fighting all the kids running all are uniting All that I see Always keep fighting all the kids running ally kids unite
Universally we’re at universities debt to my knees rolling up trees blowing breezes out from the vanilla dutchee mouthpiece bounced to the south to the west keys
resting, in nothing more than peace a bottle of rum from the west indies. Indo - I’m like Scrooge McDuck every funeral crying “What the Fuck?”
stuck in a K-Hole searching for gold truck breaking down on the side of the road I guess I’ll set up camp with my kerosene lamp free bases stole when the pitcher commits a bag
now i can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t do nothing i met a special lady that reminds me “I’m Something" I need a fresh start to control my beat heart one more skip and I might just depart
Texting, Texas, mindless sex NYLA’s in the oven and I need to protect my family, damn me rambling. I need to be a boss of this god damned gambling
Only risk I’m taken’s on me I need to prove the world I’m more than elementary Damn me, the risk is on me proving more and more,
It’s elementary
This track is somewhere around 10-12 years old. I was cleaning up some disc space and found this track called "Spilt Beer". This may have been coming off an alter-ego I was going by when I lived in Albany New York BeerFeet.
Last month I was in San Antonio and found this little rant on my recorder about 9/11 and a shirtless man bathing elephants.
B.C stops by a goodwill before heading to San Antonio from Houston. He picks up a new rig for his recorder and spits some non-sense that began that morning.
The 'Choose Life' Monologue from Trainspotting was influential to my life from a child to modern day. We break down the choices we make to choose the lifestyle we wish to obtain.
Found a piece of writing and I read and recorded it real quick - no edits - I meant it when I said it. Errors included.
Tracking the cause and effect to better yourself and the world. Recognizing Patient Zero and where the epidemic (good, bad or indifferent) begin... Get to the roots.
B.C jumps on a new opportunity and decides this is going to be the last year being broke. Time to elevate performance to the next level without turning back.
B.C describes the business term 'apples to apples' and how ineffective this phrase is on decision making. We all are unique to some degree with our services and expectations. Find the one that suits your needs doing due diligence.
Break through your fears to be the best version of you! Roll the dice and follow your heart.
On Tuesday March 5th my wife donated her kidney to her father, I write a poem and gain perspective in the waiting room as the sole representative for both parties while surrounded with multiple family members from other patients around me.
B.C takes you into his life since May of 2018 through this past Friday February 15th's car fire that sent him and his children running from a near death experience.
I talk about a pretend alien encounter and the FACT that no one knows anything about anything.
I found this track amongst my old material and appreciated what I spoke about 10 years ago. Hope you enjoy!
A one-sided discussion on the validity of truth...Then into a quick poem to close it out. Happy New Year.
B.C uses sketchy audio device to record a revelation that popped into his head on a December evening.
In a world of social media and distracted souls; finding forgiveness for one another and working towards a better tomorrow seems to be the only "like" I seek.
B.C discusses the growing challenges with Mental Health, the passing of Anthony Bourdain and fighting through darkness to see the light.
B.C wraps up this period with great hopes for the future. Let's close this year out strong! It's not how you start...It's how you finish!
B.C reads a poem about the dealing with self-identity and nature while battling outside influences.
What is your greatest achievement in your lifetime? Nothing should trump the present. Make the greatest moment of your life right now!
In the return, B.C touches on recent changes that have mixed up his routine and pursuing short and long term goals.
Prepping for a meeting to bring my team together, I ramble off some ideas on refocusing for the new day. Send feedback to DilettanteNomad@gmail.com
I did this track in Corpus Christi after my best friend Ryan Lupo passed away... in honor of what would have been his 35th birthday... I am posting two tracks over the same beat made by Terry Towers...Lots of play on words. More pods coming soon... I am currently updating my equipment. I never finished this one... I had a hook I never recorded... this one was recorded on Whitecap beach the very next morning after Without Girl
I did this track in Corpus Christi after my best friend Ryan Lupo passed away... in honor of what would have been his 35th birthday... I am posting two tracks over the same beat made by Terry Towers...Lots of play on words. More pods coming soon... I am currently updating my equipment.
On this rendition of driving through Houston, B.C kicks off 2018 with some words of encouragement. Reach out, inspire, listen, help people and help yourself. Be the catalyst, not the cattle.
B.C examines values and beliefs as a universe as he drives through the rain in Houston.
After a few months balancing many extremes both personally and professionally, I take a moment to find peace at an empty park on a rainy evening to vent...#newbridge
eyes wander i couldn’t see it blind to the pandering scandal nominating me for a prestigious award for reasons beyond my own accords teasing the cord to pledge allegiance for them all feeling put on a legion of malls circulating rats around wheels feeding meals to em all each and every nominee is on their knees begging please dont do it the trees blow through it nature takes its course but the fees assist the music so leases are sold on the idea of less maintenance no worries, this is included, deduct it, reuse it, or fuck it. tuck it in your sock, that wad of cash will be ours and ya’ll be sleeping at the end of the block under the bridge sumner will live dumber the kids i’m running the biz… shit
This is the upper- middle amphetamine i mean, I’m a Meta Zine, meditating mephdrone and morphine cut up each tunnel of dope feigns cold veins coltrane on cold trains codine, old days, decoding the old ways like way back in the day - Blaise was a dream inspiring pirate pillaging pillow cases of pills - butane basting blasting off in basements - killing useless cell replacements in the brain infrared adjacent to the drain - indecent, complacent danger, reminisce the anger - sisyphus’ savior - infamous creator of oedipus’ manger
I remained - chill - I remained - calm - I remained sane - i remained - harmless to the chickens - parmesan in the kitchen - reading palms for the vision - eating cloves - bad decisions- infrared scopes and dope injected - in a rope - missionary - detected a divine vine of berries - very wrapped in twine twice already - this note - satisfies my goodbye and defies my cravings for a bottle like a baby for a dollar menu lately for a scholar mentor crazy for a manic addict baby heyyyyy This is the theme song to leave on for 24 hours dazed and confusing explosive usage of doodles on a leaf that fell from the tree and created a blank book of pages just for me. writing through my ages while finding truth in mazes fighting through the blazes while lighting up endangered species beneath me, try and defeat me never my levitating endeavor will deflate your ego debate my people? and i will degrade you for a sequel i noah-bout real devastation i built an arc from found art, hard work, trials and tribulations keep pacing, keep blazing, stay amazing, be patient it doesn’t happen overnight the power of consistency and will have persisted my wishlist from 100 to nil punch drunk love and kill dump truck raised and spilt all over goes the grain and pills on the streets like cocoa leaves until the sweepers are locked and loaded cock back, take a shot and hold it. reload and keep going never stop never give up leave a legacy for your family and friends… show them what you can create whether or not it’s appreciated, it’s your escape… I can relate… I only do this for my own well-being i only do this because it gives me a good feeling. i only do this because this is my only being… my only time i will remember, and when i pass on - I want my kids to always hear my voice… inspire them when they’re down… inspire them when they need their pops to say YOU CAN DO IT
I love you- I love you all.
Recorded at three different sites (two outside), B.C chops up some audio during his November birthday and asks contributor Sean Darrow from The Bottom 5 to weigh in on the seasonality of aging. Recorded separately and without knowledge of what one another recorded, we have pieced together a conversation for the ages. Peace!
B.C describes some of the tracks posted this Season III like Getting Back To Zero (about getting out of debt) and Sit Kneel Prey's closing song No Joke(s) (about police brutality against African Americans) leading into a song written in 2005 after B.C was arrested and made a conscious decision to live his life by the grace of good.
On October 26th, 2017 my 94 year old grandmother, Mary has passed away. We reflect on our elders and the day of the dead. Happy Halloween!
Colin Kaepernick kneeled during the national anthem in order to peacefully protest the justice departments handling of many police brutality cases dealing with the murders of unarmed black man during traffic stops, walking and standing on a streets. The president and media have been trying to twist this social issue into one against the military. I'm not sure how delusional or misinformed you have to be to actively stretch one's imagination to believe such a thing, but they're doing it. This is just like 'Black Lives Matter', then other groups try to counter it by saying 'All Lives Matter' or 'Blue Lives Matter'; listen the belief was simply the lack of compassion of crimes committed against innocent people of color. No one is stating that all lives don't matter, the 'black lives matter' message is simply saying 'OUR LIVES MATTER TOO'. Never Forget!
Part of the inspiration that lead to the writing and recording of TV Tells Me. Ranting while driving up to Dallas, realized I wasn't recording and then tried to revisit the same concept I was rattling off about... Next Episode coming soon 'Sit Kneel Prey'
B.C teams up with B.ME to throw down a track based on the influence TV has in all of our lives. It makes up our decisions on social issues. It dictates the truths we wish were true. It influences our conversations, our family, our friends and our lives to the fullest extent, but...think about the last time you went a day without seeing a screen. It reports opinions rather than facts.
A reflection on interpreting negative circumstances into positive outcomes. Everyone is dealt tough blows and they come in many forms; but how we recycle them to the world is an individuals choice. Stay positive my friends!
B.C spits over a B-Side BeLoEy track about finally touching a zero balance of life and living virtually debt free. Although we are born by chains, there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Although this was recorded before the hurricane season made it's impact on America; the timing is perfect. B.C prepares us for the storm and how to ride it out. I reflect on the rollercoaster of life and how to digest negatives to positives.
A coming of age tale about accepting who you are all the time. It's the time where we stop being who we were and start being who we are.
B.C describes the week of the floods through his eyes. Offers some perspective and recounts the rollercoaster of emotion Houston went through.
B.C reflects a bit on the first two batches of audioscapes (seasons) and looks to turn over a new leaf in his third installment. Stay tuned
Hungover in bed, B.C phones in to Brooklyn N.Y. to rebuttal The Bottom 5's episode on Catch Phrases. This episode featuring GianCarlo Altube is the prequel to The Bottom 5's second Rebuttal Podcast aired June of 2017...
I take my family to NY for the 4th of July Weekend to go visit the statue of liberty, buy my tickets from New Jersey's Liberty Park and drive to NJ on July 1st to enjoy this family time and educational moment with my kids to find out that NJ government had disagreements over state budgets and have terminated access to public and state parks. This is a symbolic moment on the weekend we are supposed to be celebrating our independence and acceptance of all people in this world. Our monument of liberty stands alone on an island.
B.C hops across the Texas-Mexico boarder to record his first international podcast. Through endless hours of audio, B.C settles on having a phone conversation with his guest JRAM to reminisce on a fuzzy night of tequila and cow tongue. We discuss staying on point with exercise to keep our temples as pure as possible for when the nights of poison flood our bodies.
I make a wrong turn and end up in Kingspoint Mullet on I45 south of Houston staring at some dope murals on a series of buildings. Precious rides up on his bike and schools me on the History of Graffiti in Houston and tells me about some spots to follow up on to make my urban scavenger hunt fun! Enjoy!
As I glide through Houston traffic I reflect on the changes I have made in my life to lead me to a 30+ pound weight loss expedition...and we listen to awesome music during the journey. #dontstopbelieving
B.C provides a passionate view on the spoiled culture of capitalism and powerful perspective of surrounding yourself with success. Don't become a product of your environment, but rather create an environment that produces.
B.C sits in Houston traffic and rambles about our current consciousness and dreams of a paradigm shift in our reality. Inspirational rants to achieve success by means of mind over matter.
Sean Darrow (The Bottom 5, BeMore)joins via phone from Queens, NY to discuss his first child that is days from entering this world. We reflect on parenting in the modern world, being leaders, fathers, facing fears and reminisce on a experience together that introduced us to Bright Eyes and the evolution of Conor Oberst.
I contemplate on the theory of time and why we should utilize it to the best of our ability right now. Motivational time management reflection.
Chilling on a Friday night after going to the Houston Rodeo I contemplate the new approach to the second Installment of the Nomad stories, interviews, music and views. A voyeuristic peak inside the mind of B.C...Suggestions are welcomed.
Longtime friend and collaborator Timothy Pinecone of Machine Should Be joins via FaceTime from Brooklyn, NY and reminisces with me on our first podcast a decade ago; Russian Bathhouses, a made up form of currency in the Caribbean's, Brexit's aftermath and the invasion of Mexico and Belize by miniatures. Great music from Bobby Digital aka RZA, Ry Cooder and Ali Farka Toure, Blink 182 and Wyclef Jean.
A three part show; I begin talking to my 6 year old daughter about the recent surge in media coverage on the murdering of unarmed black men; then while (urban) hiking I have a realization about community and police, to a road trip to Dallas where I am going to speak to a Board Of Directors about a community event I organized in my neighborhood that allowed residents of the community and the Police that patrol to meet and get to know one another.
On a road trip from Houston to College Station to Dallas, Mr. Lalo and I discuss our own road trips, fast food spots, Donald Trump, John Wayne and Davey Crockett while we weave in and out of some great music. Lalo is a colleague and friend and will be a regular contributor.
I meet up with Gabriel (Nigerian born, Bronx raised, Dallas living) and Samuel (Nigerian born, London raised, Dallas living) for the celebration of American Independence in 2016 in Rosenburg, TX. This 4th of July conversation sways from Donald Trump to Student Loans in between firework explosions. This is a voyeuristic conversation captured with a mobil device.
In Houston I sit with Robert Wallace while we exchange light jabs over our beliefs on Flat Earth, Global Warming, Religion and all things Taboo. Robert, once a scientologist and an avid conversationalist; sit for the first installment of what may turn out to be reoccurring.
On a balcony in Orlando, Florida, Marc Clayton and I get nostalgic and listen to some great music influenced by Peyote and Crack. Marc is a career musician from Bonesugar to The Lazy Suns to a magnitude of other collaborated projects. In addition to that, he is also my older brother of 13 years my senior. We meet up in Florida after not seeing one another for about a half of decade.
I find myself in Orlando Florida after a short trip to Jacksonville and Cassadaga talking with my brother Jesse about a new project I am about to embark upon. While we struggle to see eye to eye, we knock down some liquor and kick it root down.