09.12.07 - Skooch with a rare update

And here we are.  The boom, the bip, the boom to the bip.

Wow.  Whatta few months its been (or is it years?).  I wish I had more time to convey all the chaos behind the scenes.  Iceberg style, yo – for every one little thing that makes it way out of the box into public knowledge, 600 or so things happen under the surface – in the studio – in the office – in the basement – in the garage.  Sitting in front of a computer.  Heavy sigh.

But things have been kicking into a higher gear lately, so I painfully extract myself from actually getting things done in order to talk a little about the things being done.  That's what we calls 'promotion', and it ain't just the playa – it's the game.  I wear necessary evils about my neck like big, phat dookie gold chains, dunny.

So – Truce II Headrush: The Enigmatic.  See, I would love to start with something earlier, like, say CMD Represents: Volume I.  Oh, the stories I could tell…  But no time for that.  Keep it current, Kermit.  In about, oh, sometime last year, I guess – I can't remember – I began the occasional visit to one young Truce II Headrush's basement studio to drop some rhyme flavas and whatnot over some fresh, often guitar-laden Truce II Headrush beats.  Nothing serious, but as time when on things heated up and the bangers seemed to be flowin' like water.  One young King Thesis threw some flavas into the mix – as well as the occasional Dan Stevens, of course.  A fair amount of beer always seems to be involved, as well as a disturbing number of Black and Mild cigars (apple-flavored).  Before you knew it there was talk of albums and whatnot being dropped.  Things like this tend to come out of nowhere and take a life of their own, it seems.  Guess we shoulda known.

But, you see, there was this entire album worth of material – The Enigmatic – that was just sitting around, unreleased.  A lot of that material was recorded over the several year period beginning at about the time the Plan: Be album was being stirred around.  Truthfully, I have no real idea, thanks both to pronounced memory loss and the fact that, other than for the couple of tracks I'm on, I had little to do with it.  I do remember how interesting it was to hear the album come together, song by song – until that point most of the music Truce and I made was made together and this was the first I'd really heard him on his own.  It was weird and great, and I'm not one to waste good material.  So, I'm like "yo, let's release the Enigmatic before this new stuff" and he's all like "word" and we're all like having to now do a whole lot of work and pull it all together and yes, I did the graphic design for the CD, thank you very much (ß shameless plug).  Hey, I designed the fliers, too (bing!).  And so, so many other behind-the-scenes type things.  I'm such a cool guy.

So, bang: The Enigmatic.  But, of course we get all wrapped up and excited and before we know it we've got a whole band together and ready to bring live hip-hop back to CMD, shoving it down the throats of unsuspecting drunks like you 'till they can't take it no more.  And I'm not one to selfishly profit by the fact that Distorted Penguins broke up, but hoo-boy, check da lineup:  Truce, myself - vocals.  Derek Shank - drums (and excellently, no less -- who knew?).  Nick Taylor – BASS.  And, of course, Dan Stevens – lead guitar.  How things like this happen, I dunno.  'Tis the beautifullest thing since Blue Sky Research.  So, instead of recording we're now gearing up for throwin' it down, and the chemistry is d-o-p-e.  Residents throughout the neighborhood around the intersection of Patterson and Avirett Avenues glory in (or suffer from, depending on their individual tastes and sensitivities) that chemistry at our now regular practices.  We emerge from the garage on September 22, 2007 to viscously destroy Duncan's on Main. St. in Frostburg.  The profoundly ill Royal Army Recording Company will be there as well, and we very much thank them for getting us our first gig.  We'll be blasting out material from The Enigmatic, some of the new ish I mentioned earlier, and, of course, a few covers of vintage dopeness.  I don't mean to brag, but damn, we're good.  And if a mics were a gun, we'd be Clint Eastwood. 

So that brings us to the present, which is where I wanna be.  Maybe I'll get around to talking about other things later. 

Live hip hop returns to CMD.  Forcefully.

That's what we're up to.  At the moment anyway.

Now we just need a name.