My, How Time Flies IV
Our lives and our history are most often represented by the timeline, a straight course from point A to point B. We are born, we go through life, and, eventually, we die. Throughout our existence, we are never fully aware of what percentage of our timelines we have trekked. Every age we reach, we only get 1 year of practice of being that old, which is why sometimes we need to loop back to a place more comfortable than now. Suddenly, we are catching salamanders, chasing fireflies, or sleeping with a light on in our 30s, being either completely oblivious to the harshness of the world or aware of it and attempting to keep it away. Sometimes we reach moments of mastery, and pull ahead because as children, we may be forced to grow years in a second as we encounter love or loss. In our 20s, we may sit on front porches and chatter with the wisdom of the elders, or we may face a diagnosis that shakes us because it introduces us to our autumn colors earlier than anticipated. With the constant looping, pulling, spinning, twisting, and coiling, our time line becomes a ball of yarn, wrapped around itself, traveling back and forth from beginning to end.
Producer Brass Clouds (Horsefeathers) and emcee Lucas Dix (Jellyfish Brigade, Shut-ins and the Colony) have teamed up to form BCxLD. Together, the Portland based hip hop duo present My, How Time Flies, a four part EP series to be released throughout 2016 and 2017. With Brass Clouds’ all original instrumentation and Dix’s heart-on-his-sleeve songwriting, the pair creates a project that intertwines elements of hip hop, electronic, R&B, and folk; a project that zig zags through the calendar of us, highlighting the highs, lows, and everything in-between.
My, How Time Flies IV, the final installment to the series, features Stephen Sauer, IAME (of Wool See), Blake Ambrose (of R4PC4MP), Jay Cobb Anderson (Fruition), and Sean O'Neil (of Otis Heat). It will be available for pay what you want download on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 at bcxld.bandcamp.com, exactly one year after MHTF I was released. It will also be available via iTunes and Spotify.
Press for Part IV
Brass Clouds is a talented producer with a real knack for creating these really lush, gorgeous soundscapes which lend themselves well to Dix’s smooth-yet-gruff voice as he contemplates life’s journey up to this point – the wonder of childhood, the loss of dear friends, and the winding path that we all travel down with each passing year. It’s certainly easy to enjoy My, How Time Flies IV on its own or as an entry point – at it’s most basic, this is just good hip hop with good, story-telling lyricism.
MHTF IV Acapella
I don't consider myself a democrat or a republican.
I don't side with teams. I side with ideas, policies, the planet, and the rights of other human beings.
I've been sick to my stomach this last week, trying to grapple with what I need to do to help my community with the current and the foreseeable upcoming struggle. As an anxious hypochondriac, my mind automatically goes to the worst places: rations lines, canned foods, curfews, and other symptoms and qualities of a fascist regime. I normally have to go there first though, so that I can plan my next steps: community gardening, opening my home, teaching strategies, working myself into peak physical condition, protesting, etc.
I frustratingly wrote this last summer, and there is so much I'd change about it now. However, the concept of the following lines continues to baffle me:
The revolution will be streamed
The majority will scoff it, sitting in the confines of their office
Spend their weekend money on the silver screen
And when the peasants fight the guillotine everyone applauds it
It's weird. Championing that virtue in some fiction
Then condemning it as soon as it should surface in our system.
I'm amazed that The Hunger Games, Star Wars, Marvel movies, etc. are the most popular books and film in the world, and yet when our society begins to mimic the fight and hunger represented in those mediums, many of the same people who consume those stories condemn the fighters.
I'm scared. I'm hopeful. I'm everything in-between.
I spent most of my 20s missing people.
I packed everything I owned into a car and left my family and everyone else I knew at 23.
I saw friendships and relationships fade and dwindle thanks to time and distance.
I had people close to me die unexpectedly.
I watched folks past long after we could still recognize them as themselves.
This song is an ode to the nights spent under the influence, by yourself, staring at the ceiling, trying to find words, and embracing the pain because it feels so good to feel anything.