Poe Mack is a slept on Appalachian MC. Mountain God is a good introduction to him. So many great musicians who have built a lifetime's discography that most of us known nothing about. Actually, for all we think we know because we got these 0s and 1s in our hands, we really don't know shit still. At least back in the day we knew we didn't know shit. Now think we do but still don't. Or worse yet, know a bunch of false shit and think it's real. There's an epidemic of that right now.
RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Wednesday, August 31
Tuesday, August 30
SONG OF THE DAY: Skin It Back (Parts 1 & 2)
One time me and Frank Sobotka rode up to south Jersey to meet a guy named Pussy about some stolen airbags to install in Honda Civics. We played this song the entire drive. He kept talking about some dumb diner he wanted to eat it in Delaware but it was just a fuckin' dumbass Flying J truck stop. I dropped like $20 in the claw machine, counting my stolen airbags chickens before they hatched.
Monday, August 29
SONG OF THE DAY: Thee Prayer
Was talking about praying in space today in the ol’ dorkball groupchat. That’s the kind of times we live in.
Saturday, August 27
N0B0DY C4N S4V3 Y0V BVT...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
Jesus freaks
G3TT1NG FR0M TH3R3 T0 H3R3 T4K3S...
Label Labyrinth:
dirtgod theory,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master
Friday, August 26
SONG OF THE DAY: Streets of New York
Kool G Rap is highly underrated as an MC, popping up in that transition from old school storyteller MCs to new school boom bap era cunning linguists, somehow being able to do that tongue twister repetitive linguistical sound that eventually got played out by the end of the ‘90s, but still keeping the storytelling aspect to it, which when you listen to how so many of the “lyrical miracle” rappers went straight linguistics and helped kill that style, it’s amazing how much of a storyteller Kool G Rap remained. If everybody had done it like that, the style might not’ve got burned out. But there’s always gonna be 20 people doing an exciting style competently but boringly for every person doing it with 100% skill and talent. Sadly, boring motherfuckers get streamed the most and sold the most records, but that’s always been the case.
C0M1NG FR0M 4 BVST3D...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
selfies
Thursday, August 25
SONG OF THE DAY: Git Ya Sheta
There is a digital cyst at the front of my forehead, and it’s making it so I can’t think clearly. I am applying yarrow tincture and various world funks in the hopes of breaking up the invisible wireless growth.
1 PR4CT1C3 P0W3R 0F L0VNG3...
Label Labyrinth:
couch loungin,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
the Power of Lounge
Wednesday, August 24
SONG OF THE DAY: Algerie Maroc
I would like to say something clever but am unable to think of anything, yet still want to whittle down my list of "songs of the day" that I have an arbitrary rule about posting once a day, so that the backlog doesn't get too high that I become uncomfortable because of all the stupid arbitrary rules I apply to my life on a daily basis. Nonetheless, this is a great song, because it wouldn't be on my list if it wasn't. At least not to me.
TH3 CVLTVR3 0F P13DM0NT H4S...
Label Labyrinth:
dirt track racin',
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
Piedmont VA/NC
Tuesday, August 23
SONG OF THE DAY: El Gotero Orgulloso
Been doing a radio show locally called Slow Hand, playing old and new 45s at 33 speed, trying to spread the love of slowed music. You can stream the shows for two weeks afterwards (search for Slow Hand). It acts like I’m weekly but I’ve only been doing it every other week. I try to shine a light on the originators of slowed music too, both DJ Screw and Sonido Dueñez. Screw is fairly well known, having made 100 minute mixtapes in Houston of slowed down hip hop, with a large and expansive crew freestyling over instrumentals, through the bulk of the ‘90s. Dueñez is less known, but made cumbia rebajada mixtapes in Monterrey way back in the day, which created that whole rebajada genre. He’s enjoyed a bit of resurgence in the past few years, due to people finding out about Monterrey’s crazy various cumbia scenes, including rebajadas. I had read he was an air conditioner repairman in Houston at some point, living in obscurity, but the resurgence has him doing high profile DJ gigs now, and it’s so awesome to see an old dude thrive, just by loving the fuck out of music.
WR3TCH3D TR4SH 3X1ST3NC3...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
punk was always dead,
railroad tie tapping
Monday, August 22
SONG OF THE DAY: Salam Alay
I was thinking about how full color vinyl records sort of corresponds with full color tattoos, neither of which are things that appeal to me, and feel a bit bougie. Anyways, I’ve been doing a radio show where I play 45s at 33 speed, and because of all this, and the over-fetishization of collections of records, I decided to return to an old practice I use to use, where I mark on the labels or sleeves of records I love. So every 45 I played last night, I vandalized somewhere on the 45 label or sleeve with a variation of a Dirtgod tag. Gonna keep doing this, and that way, twenty years from now, even if I’m losing my memory, I’ll know which records were the best by how fucked up they are from me scribbling all over them.
W3 T3ND T0W4RDS 3XTR4CT10N...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
I Self Lord And Master,
Rights of Nature
Sunday, August 21
SONG OF THE DAY: Egypt Egypt
Was walking out the grocery store, and a younger redneck tattooed couple with a Little Debbie ass kid in the hot rod shopping cart for kids was walking in at the same time. Being a courteous old school type, I pulled my cart aside to let the young family through, as they got to the automatic opening door a step before me. That’s just common courtesy; fuck politics. Now dig it – I’m a Turkish basketball jersey, got a mask on because covid is real but my blackberry bush beard is trying to bust out that motherfucker at all times, and my voice is still half-fucked from having had covid the past month and spending many a night hacking my damn lungs out. Young dude in the back of the family, small for an adult redneck, likely smoked too early (you hate to see it), was sporting a black shirt with white print of a smiling Willie Nelson giving the middle finger. It was dope. So as I passed, in my haggard bedraggled believing in science hillbilly voice through a mask, to the unmasked patriarch of this young and naïve family, just trying to get into the Food Lion on a Sunday evening, say, “Love your shirt, man.” Dude looks at me and goes, “Thank you, sir,” which was polite, and maybe a return on my own common decency already expressed, but goddamn if it didn’t trip me out to have a young redneck dude in a middle finger Willie Nelson shirt go “thank you, sir” to me. Made me think I might need a new bad tattoo in a highly visible place, maybe a “Smile Now Cry Later” design on my neck, but with hobo clowns instead of joker card clowns.
Label Labyrinth:
"fuck it" philosophy,
Food Lion,
Krupert's jukebox,
redneck hippies,
tattoos
4 HVM4N B31NG C4N QV1T3...
Label Labyrinth:
civil-lized,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
the camper trailer
Saturday, August 20
SONG OF THE DAY: Maiden's Prayer
Nice, chill, back roads Virginia music. Used to bump some earlier releases by this dude before I realized he was actually local. Just great shit to vibe to. Kinda feel like you can study Americana music and learn acoustic instruments all you want, but if you don’t know legit back roads lifestyles at least a little, it’ll never sound right. Bachman hits that sweet spot with one foot in knowledge but the other in intuition.
Friday, August 19
SONG OF THE DAY: Graveyard Train
Grew up on Creedence, so much so used to stare at the album cover for Willy & The Poor Boys and I actually thought it was the little ass abandoned train town our post office was in. For reference, this was before school, so I mostly just hung out at home or at my grandmother’s trailer, no social activities, so riding from our house by a dairy farm to the post office in Rice, Virginia, where they had like six brick buildings all in a row together, that was big time. A few years back, when I was still married, me and the family were riding back where I had grown up, and I took them down the road that old house had been on, which dead ended into a lake now because they created a reservoir where a dump used to be. The house was gone, but the house next door was still there, and some old lady was sitting on the porch. I got out and asked her about the house that used to be next door, assuming she was an old lady so might’ve lived there a couple years, I don’t know. She didn’t live there when I was a kid. “What house?” she yelled, rather crazily. “In the field, there used to be a house, I lived there when I was little.” “Ain’t no house there now!” she yelled. “Yeah, I see. When was it torn down?” “Ain’t no house over there.” I gave up at that point. You can’t return to the past.
M4N V3RSVS N4TVR3 1S 4N...
Label Labyrinth:
educated beyond intelligence,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
James River
Thursday, August 18
SONG OF THE DAY: Little Green Monster
It’s pretty easy to hate, getting mad at folks for not being the way you think they ought to be in this world. Been working on my own judgments lately, trying not to hate on folks, even if they’re not my type of people or somebody I’d trust. Folks can exist separate from you living full lives without you having to be all caught up in their shit. It tarnishes the enjoyment of your own life to be worried about that shit. Fake don’t realize it’s fake anyways – it feels real to them. And my real might be fake to somebody else. You get too caught up in all that shit, you’re consumed by self-doubt and external hating and resentment about things too far beyond your own control to be worrying about.
Side note: ain’t been writing much on here because I was down with covid for the past few weeks. My voice is still all sorts of fucked up, but when this song kicks off right after he says like his grandma used to tell him, and hits that “sha la la la la la lalala” – when my voice is right, I sing that shit to the cats smooth as fuck.
Side note: ain’t been writing much on here because I was down with covid for the past few weeks. My voice is still all sorts of fucked up, but when this song kicks off right after he says like his grandma used to tell him, and hits that “sha la la la la la lalala” – when my voice is right, I sing that shit to the cats smooth as fuck.
Label Labyrinth:
"fuck it" philosophy,
Krupert's jukebox,
love/hate,
Stella and Ponyo,
THAT'S SO RAVEN
0LD SCH00L SVRV1V4L R3QV1R3D...
Label Labyrinth:
elder knowledge,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
The Chicken Man
Wednesday, August 17
H4RD T0 3SC4P3 S0M3 PL4C3S...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
politics of being trash,
the wretched of the earth
Tuesday, August 16
R1V3RS 4ND R41LR04DS R3PL4C3D...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
industrial fallacy,
railroad tie tapping
Monday, August 15
M0ST F0LKS H4V3 T0 P13C3 1T 4LL...
Label Labyrinth:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯,
country living,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix
Sunday, August 14
4T 0VR C0R3, M0ST HVM4NS JVST...
Label Labyrinth:
amateur neuroscientist,
forbidden 1444,
free dumb,
gambleraku,
homepix
Saturday, August 13
3V3N TH3 WR0NG S1D3 0F 0VR...
Label Labyrinth:
dead people,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
the moon will rise again
Friday, August 12
TH3 STRVCTVR3 0VR M0D3RN L1V3S...
Label Labyrinth:
"you can't fight progress",
civil-lized,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix
Thursday, August 11
TR4D1T10N4L 3X1ST3NC3...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
native peoples,
staring at the sky
0V3RL00K3D P30PL3 B3C0M3...
Label Labyrinth:
dirt track racin',
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
mythologies
Wednesday, August 10
Y3ST3RD4Y'S M0ST VS3FVL F0LKS...
Label Labyrinth:
abandonment,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
the wretched of the earth
Monday, August 8
TH3 RVST13ST L34TH3R-SK1NN3D...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
politics of being trash,
white people
Sunday, August 7
W3 W4S N3V3R G0NN4 B3...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
my broke ass always be broke,
things people drive
Saturday, August 6
4M3R1C4'S PYR4M1D...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
pyramid scam,
tattoos
Friday, August 5
M1LL3D N3W W0RLD H0M3S FR0M 0LD GR0WTH...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
living history,
the wretched of the earth
Thursday, August 4
D0M3ST1C4T3D G4M3C0CKS...
Label Labyrinth:
flock politics,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
The Chicken Man
Wednesday, August 3
SONG OF THE DAY: Mama He's Crazy (chopped & kudzu'd)
At one point on my patreon, I was chopping and kudzu'ing old country songs fairly regularly. I got a twelve-pack of them together, which I released on my bandcamp, and then began doing southern rock ones for the second twelve-pack. But I got stuck somewhere along the way. I tried a number of songs, and some were okay, but none were slamming. I'm too much of a perfectionist in some ways, in that unless something is hitting me in that moment, I can't let it go. Which is strange, because in my other creative endeavors, I literally do whatever without thinking, or thinking as little as possible. Not sure why fucking with remixing old songs is different. Anyways, the first twelve-pack is nothing but bangers, including this track. I always forget to hype my patreon or bandcamp on here, or the haiku spikes I do, or the fact I've been writing poems on bottles I find in the woods. It's kinda hard to catalog what I do, because I'm chaotic good in human form. The point of all this is to say there is no point. I'm not a store. I'm not perfect. I'm not even consistent. I just am.
Label Labyrinth:
chaotic good,
Krupert's jukebox,
patreon related bullshit,
project explanations,
Workingman
B4R3LY TRVST1NG M0D3RN G0DS...
Label Labyrinth:
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
graffiti,
homepix,
like kid rock said only god can judge me
Tuesday, August 2
W3 S1MVLT4N30VSLY...
Label Labyrinth:
"fuck it" philosophy,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
Workingman
Monday, August 1
MY P4RT1CVL4R BL00D L1N3...
Label Labyrinth:
Family Tree,
forbidden 1444,
gambleraku,
homepix,
mountain mysticism
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