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A Shapely Sign of Things to Come

by Hyphon

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Verse 1 I woke up to the sunlit side, of another room One equipped to hide, from the darker side I viewed The middle lane attitude, the creative mind, both upon which ride The gamble, I couldn’t tell so I lay my cards, where my name is spelled The focus oughta be on where the game is held But these pioneers kill each other off, as they play for pelts Hook And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late Verse 2 I am the long calm before the storm Just one more divergence from the norm The last breath to the warning blown out the horn I am the first in righteous demands for more I am justice I know my time will come I am heard in one note, universally sung I am the flower stem set into the gun I am the moment in time in which you lost or won And begun again, know there is no difference Between your defeat and simply giving in The only real defeat is where your persistence ends So start anew, you’ll find your entrenched with friends Sleep back to back as sewer drains fill When we’re all out of love, who remains to kill? The same soul stained so ill, our hearts pay the bill I seek peace, hope, truth and love through the way of the will Hook And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late Verse 3 So living this, manifestation of the limitless I still suffer with my significance the curtain’s blinking is this your vision it’s simple, God is a woman, and my Mom she is a witch Way do I go from here, I solemnly ask Talk with my peers, make more of it than a college class I live in a war zone, our privilege to acknowledge it last Too uncommon to pass, I know they will come down on our ass Comet to cast, the next great shadow of the last great twinkling You can feel the battle, but it’s a peripheral inkling We’ve been conditioned in the shallows, so the puddles reflect our thinking You can fear or ready the gallows, I will be continuing my tinkering The sense seems and swings loitering to lingering In my imagination, a new reality imaging I’m waiting on the match spark the ignition is Inviting criticisms and visits But Still <echo> No one’s listening
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Traintaker 02:39
Listening to the cadence of speech of old men on the train Yeah, I guess I’m the creative type wanna be caressing the message into your essence as we lay tonight Let’s look back in wonder at what we made of life Similar oratory diatribe to find intertwining thighs, one of the finer guys with an under ten dollar bottle of wine and an eye for what I find, it’s glow, it’s shine did I mention it’s time? So we giddy up and climb While the dinner up and fries been led in a million other times to a billion other sides but never back to where singular resides Grimm Gully Gruff Billy the story line it rides Been on this train a billion other times Hyperbole of course, mouth seems it bit the tongue a lot more As we thought money was figurative, we pitted on the change literally went in to get it out my brain So I guess since then, the vision isn’t the same I’ve been blistered out on the range Sent to set free and rid my dogs of mange Like a donkey trying to get us on that carrot game I say, dare it’s strange, even gives us a lot of angst My existence is enrollment in the care to train In the vein that the revolution out it bangs Sure, we did a lot of things Aren’t pistols for tucking under wings? Think of some keeping arms in jars That kill us all without alarm Same people built a lot of prison bars Keeping citizens apart Gotta get ‘em out the dark We still play it winner like a mark Too stuck in our busy lives to gather for dinner by the park Raising the barn, with Raisin Bran charm Watching a brother in arms, going back into the war You can find me, dressed in fatigue army Raising barns, not just about raising a barn Sacrifice I admit I did a lot for art Did it til the inspiration hit me hard I want my contribution to be large, my resonance to be larger.
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Write Right 03:48
Verse 1 Can you say you’re right for it? What you dream at night dog? You live a cream for life, huh? What you think gave you the right, hoss? Travel through a light fog, beyond the bite saw infections off kilter, jig in the straw and a chicken in every pot, if you like it or not You sure you want to push those boundaries? Can you really describe the sights sounding? Colluding and conniving, brutalized and despised then crucially divided, in my noodle vibrance confounding lounging in the get grasp, habitat, munching grass when they bric-a-brac divide, scatter back guide’s past is today a night mare, and you sugar coat it ask is it one more turn for the worse, or a more productive path? And the life and lust entrapped with a fluxing math, has me saying “Fuck if I’m not doing that”. Unscrewing caps of lucid cats til truth’s in grasp, but some bruised in path Hook It’s that life you live, you hafta watch your bid to put it out, you gotta take it in batton the hatches, button your lip this ship is nothing but set to sink, write, right. Verse 2 You shoveling sensory input by the spoonful, well is ya? Still keep the barriers up to protect the purity, well is ya? You see past their judgement, you hear that it’s the buzzings of nothing and insecurities You down to give those chances? Break those hearts, live through those glasses? Cross those moats, toss elope, forgot my coat Now I’m lost from home, on an awkward road But I snear, “It makes an awesome poem” Chart the doings, the goings on, of life, the business of Today, everyday, rush ahead scholar of the self knowing Still gonna be in need of hand help holding It’s always in the order, land jet, phone rings Groaning, I’ve grown some things, emboldening the cold hinge To squeak, to write, to empower the people to speak the flock of sheep and to own his each If there is utopia to build then there’s an equal to keep Hook It’s that life you live, you hafta watch your bid to put it out, you gotta take it in batton the hatches, button your lip this ship is nothing but set to sink, write, right. Verse 3 Wash my hands like a pilot I’m only here to give you your will, try it Life seems wait, emerge, try, apply, sit wait, reject, reject, reject and finally fit So what philosophy and style you on? Mine’s post apocolypitc meets Walden Pond Head to head, better dead, feather bed, meant to be slept on So when you wake, I’m ahead of my time, preaching at the next dawn Could you be less far gone? So far, so good So grandiose, so hood, so speak to me your subtle lies it let’s me rep the meek in lines, our speech is in time but I’m not the only one on the showboat who is up to no good This is why I know you could not, do it even if you think you should rot the spots, plot escape, a great poet most men do not make Scotts great, locked frame, spock change, from a lot of pain now your time’s clocked on the range
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Ran tongue down my list of things to do today Wishing my whole life was hunt and make jewelry From the bone I just picked the meat off Look at your iPhone, look at me shocked jeez scoff, cheese sauce, lean soft, knees knock been gone, feel off, heed not, speed knots speech locked, keep glocks, fear God, cheap shot snear lost, me sawed, three logs, tree dog Peace out, feed mouth, three clouds, speed down creeped out, and couldn’t care less how you ride it deprived is, the type of tummy my eye is so still it’s bigger fam, my little hand fit inside it The world collide quick, chew so we divided Hide it away with each piece of liberty fam Best to go and get it than wait for the delivery man I don’t think making you worse off betters my stance So if I see someone running for it, I’ma lend ‘em my chance Get ‘em to dance, a reticent cast I’m better at crafting a meddlesome laugh Did we dead in the half, met in the lab saddled with a cramp in the calf, style imagining that Like what came first, eh, I bet it’ll pass I chuckle along to the cosmic laugh Looking at myself through other eyes, wow, I’m tall Fucking up the meat market, Judas cow, Cattle call Wishing I could get some closure, that is all determined but not pre, like G ump Bubba We flow, from an evil, I call ego, umm robust Whisper in my ear, inflate it, then scream to come closer I’ll be fighting for my people’s hunger when luck’s over Fucked over, sucks sober, life does, misnomer light buzz Doing what you think is right, does not make it right Dog Walkers and the talkers can both grow stoney in the dawn When the feeling to settle down comes on So do the come ons , Got me in the same tones saying to your face “Aw, come on!” (horn break) Let’s walk this mile, strife is all we got We will put this, stress, into the pipe again. (end) Doing what you think is right, is not always good for you Check door two, floor it through, land of no porridge soup lumping, spitting chew, kicking like a bumpkin do Shit rustle a pursuit, living life in fear of the goose step boot Sacrifice my acceptance for a noose set view I was never fourteen smoking sherm Someone else’s story, someone else’s turn Surrounded by the world, man made I wanna watch it burn The monster in me yearns, while the God within me learns Grew up in cars with N.W.A. playing We still think “fuck the police”, just have more developed ways to say it Is it that they’re racists? Populace complacent? Ready for the phase shift, fake it, like you play it, til you make it, RRIIIIIIGHT!?! Lost in the city I was born in, just steps from where my porch ends Now a bay rolls out, a scene I’d learn all about She’s digging a hole, to let go of a soul Everyday I thank my Mom for that abortion So I could slide into this world, and not have to survive off just a portion Fork it, birds or paths ‘til its done This is a hundred years of victims killed in floods some are shunned and we fear the resulting sums and wonder can we lift up the sun? Gave you away, wish it were sooner Manuever groupers, consumer troopers cupid loosed ya, for my lucid P.U.M.A. Whose gotta cage, cougar, like you gotta take, humor rage, spray face, ‘til we lay waste, type to take mate and VAY-----CATE!!!! Chest puffed, chess pawns, as you face fate, The only snare you’ve been in’s a trap The only trap you’ve been in’s an act Ease the fuck back, stinking like weed in a rucksack Used to record on the thing inside a Teddy Ruxbin Now I use it to put up fliers in that place you buy your bus pass in Sadly I feel I’m looking back on a rushed past But it’s either double down or double back There is no other way to touch the path So I’m aiming where the hubble at, humbled jack, doing his best not to rub it bad.
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Time really ain’t money All I do everyday is Mama’s little muskrat Tell me where the bus at cross tracks candy cigarette jet packed rugrat moon beam baby, five y-oh Why I’m known, rolling beedies, and getting baseball cards from 5-0 climb holes, sedate me fly low, and graciously because I don’t know what patience means If I fake free, where does it take me? make it, maybe incarceration, maybe balance struck in wide eyes of justice lady All I do every day is Formal courtship will get you nowhere Only suitable suitor can eat a full hare Raw, one sitting, hide and all, with gull as fare just a few symptoms of my lasting despair pica, rifling dirt and surroundings for roughage (Feel fair?) You can’t buy yourself time No matter how hard you try, you can still give a shit about or to, yourself from grime to slime Freckles, hollering out, echo, to the geckos Your uniqueness coffin won’t do you any good Your dead hands can’t be clasping Henny Wood Blind politician en utero debating
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Maven 03:00
Verse 1 I flooded your cities, I loosened the locks behind the gates you snuck in all viewed it We were the image of transparency, a wish to beat back a nightmare reality By being something different we forfeited the carefully measured set of rules Still we got game, still life made choices, we’d known in school, Cool with that? I still speak a sentence that no one understands, street jargon, in front of the old guard and eloquent speech in front of the gang bang, we won’t ever be tamed. Hook So I say child, stay, stay wild I’ll play a maven on the wing tips of Ravens x2 So I say Mom you’ve known me all along Trying to be an expert, find me in that next bird x2 Verse 2 When did we stop being of a genuine value to our elders Was it when they were digging fox holes, to fight against helpless, people just like them? Or was it in that moment’s enticement For a nation’s own self agrandizement I saw the way your grandpa’s eyes bent and tears choke back over hands I lent Why vent, why complain, why struggle in vain Because you, because me, we’re the same I built this fortress to be so plain brick by brick and day by day We are both our shared reasons for being And our look to the outer for a clearer meaning We are also our deepest fears seething We’re hands clasped behind back in greeting Hook So I say child, stay, stay wild I’ll play a maven on the wing tips of Ravens x2 So I say Mom you’ve known me all along Trying to be an expert, find me in that next bird x2 Verse 3 Forefeiture, of a tortured soul I gave you up, so long ago Suffer sometimes and have a ways to grow But I no longer willingly relinquish control Sit in the hole, or struggle on out of it My personal revolution my mouth shouts it Can only be an example, doubt love if It hurts more than it heals, make no vows to quit A crow in shroud sits, to watch over us all Is an incredibly tall order to call So why would, why would, you choose that at all When the shoulder of strength will tumble and fall Learn to crawl, learn to stumble walk on Forget the socializations you rest upon This might find me standing next to dawn but it resonates for you as I’m long, gone.
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300 Miles 04:09
Verse 1 Topsy Turvy, point of life, got there early, I thought it worthy, probably won’t be locked til thirty Remember no top sheet, knock knees, And your being still got me surely My mind’s a pimp in the business of tricks Reclines and sits because the sales is pitched Hold twine in fists, grown tired still I exist Kick through the piss and shit, tell my story like I’m the snitch Hook And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night I know it’s mostly in my mind Keep the featured partition in sight I know the truth will show in time So we sleep together holding so tight Because we peel through the rhinds Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die The wind blows so cold in chimes Verse 2 I’ve been the man pushing miles Never had big responsibilities, no home no child Just filling my goblets with tears crocodile Heated drunk and seeking that cool kitchen tile Aisles walked down so I could make you meals I give freely so you’re left to take can’t steal I love to share, I share to love, we’re scared to feel So we make pacts, we pack bowls, carry conceal That rubber cement holds us to come apart meant, I stay, do my art, you go do your part We walked and took a talk by lake park It’s a few more stitches for me, but you’re really going to break my Mom’s heart Tough call Blake, she said to my stalled fate I remember her mutter something about Gallway She dipped, left a note on the fridge, salutation read “love always” What a trip, I guess I’ll most miss, the sound of her steps, coming down hallways Hook And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night I know it’s mostly in my mind Keep the featured partition in sight I know the truth will show in time So we sleep together holding so tight Because we peel through the rhinds Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die The wind blows so cold in chimes Verse 3 I hear there’s a smoke stack looming in the distance We hold hands tight, planning to cruise until we’ve missed it Maybe let ourselves build something new out of the rivets Give our bodies to science, nice for the applied love Knew you cared about me and then paired up Still this highway will not spared us Guess we aren’t that scared, huh? Guess we might not care, huh? Maybe too much as our eyes well up Try to understand each other still seldom Do we get the Ouija board bouncing without the devil love Horns poke to horny, mad never got your voice treble up Choice level grub, with a moist beveled mug, chose death separate At a distance I didn’t care to mention, knowing it’s better then Not the comparative, but the time passage, growing immune to arsenic (princess bride) Hook And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night I know it’s mostly in my mind Keep the featured partition in sight I know the truth will show in time So we sleep together holding so tight Because we peel through the rhinds Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die The wind blows so cold in chimes Verse 4 Hey look, there’s your eyes boring through me Speak like, we’re from different foreign movies Stay hooked, off the chore list like you do me We light, the way in our adventure for the viewing This is my eulogy to the kid I could have been Eat myself from the inside like only a cannibal can gaunt face, dark eyes, I’ve always been mad lean Logic over instinct, I try to beat back the animal plans Travelling Man, using Defense Mechanisms agaisnt the 300 miles Calvary can’t, show me much I haven’t seen in the hunter’s smile Adaptation, I’m all three in one, so I face my own Columbo guile I fumble through my logic for traces of you Like the changing nature of a case when it’s viewed I’m that film director long plot making you choose Do you watch the train slowly wreck or courageously move? Hook And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night I know it’s mostly in my mind Keep the featured partition in sight I know the truth will show in time
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It goes... Catalina, Arcata, Florence, Amsterdam, Rome Mumbai, Dehli, Guatemala, London hole, I call you home La Crosse, Morris, Minneap, SF, Madison St. Louis Bus, train, plane, cargo van go! (Hook) You should lay with me (I gotta go) You won’t ever find me (I dig that hole) Bat cave entrance flying (You gotta know) The path and the timing (Lost long ago) x2 (Verse) Sandbags, the same weight as statues hang flags, a game I will surpass you slash through, lattitude, my mind masters that flack in pack only on my back for naps Mice still on that track you Were old before souls, closing no doors So the aged enter new bodies, fill new holes trying to wake dormant spirits, water so cold travel to find an example, live as shown (Hook) You should lay with me (I gotta go) You won’t ever find me (I dig that hole) Bat cave entrance flying (You gotta know) The path and the timing (Lost long ago) x2 (Verse) And I’ve always felt that grip since cinge liquid to existence as if I ever believed in it But still the ring finger burning something mischievous mission, slip a disc in, for the discussion mixture In this scene I’m such a fixture rolling in your face til this instant dispersed to relay to a time prior to scripture, mind will eclipse ya not sure my allegiance, where I fall in 15 yet Sip lean, get wet, not in this set yet Still Mom’s alert on some fret fret stress head, trial vets, but Mom, this isn’t that Mind shiek palace, which I feed calloused just to keep balance, color seek pallete with a desire to seem famished, turn to a green planet love to those that been at it, some of my movements seem frantic G-dammit, I took this plane, let’s see if I can land it What was I handed? how did I handle? A bunch of chances, kept ‘em lit like a candle One two advances, Arson to vandal Hopeless romantic, flames I fan those Scoping the loathing panic, on the double zero channel (Hook) You should lay with me (I gotta go) You won’t ever find me (I dig that hole) Bat cave entrance flying (You gotta know) The path and the timing (Lost long ago) x2 (Verse) Sound is blaring in the mind found a canary in the mine (dead) can’t see it’s fairly intertwined just flush ‘em down with wine (meds) At it this whole time, right foot left Never guaranteed where these shoes step Got a new lesson on how our own view mess Got no patience for those that “don’t do stress” I build a nest, that’s best, where I am If I need to rest, I can sleep, where I stand Trying to spread my soul across a fettered land Distributed, history shows I’m a better man You should lay with me (I gotta go) You won’t ever find me (I dig that hole) Bat cave entrance flying (You gotta know) The path and the timing (Lost long ago) x2

about

I am starting to write these notes while I still have three songs left to record. Two with Urine, who has heard me flub more lines and do more takes than this project really warranted, and one with Brahman Shaman, who I had a great hour-long conversation with two weeks ago after not seeing each other face-to-face for easily a year, even though we live less than 10 miles apart. This is definitely a lesson I should have learned a few years ago, and a few months ago again; when you have access to the people you care about, utilize it -- you never know when they might get the bug to move, or in some cases, die.

I am also starting to write these notes in an effort to be productive even when I do not feel like it. I quickly tire of rehearsing the same three songs, and writing new work seems fruitless for the time being. Digging up feelings and thoughts about the process of this project serves as a good break from rehearsing and allows me to listen to music to keep me inspired.

The oldest song on this project was started in early 2010, and the most recently created song began in the middle of 2012 -- which means this project reflects almost three years of my life. These three years (plus the reflection and inflection of a fourth) provided a vast array of experiences. Some experiences I wrote out in the moment, as though my living them was directly tied to documenting them, or predicting the future consequences. Other experiences I reflected on for a lot longer, and only through merging them with the other stories obscured them into morals and meaning. Some reflect my rebellious hope for something better, some chronicle snapshots of my life and thoughts through the window of time. All of them are me and not me at once.

I wrote most of these songs individually, with very little expectation of having the body of work tell a story. As the recording process kept intensifying, I started to hear a commonality in these songs that was not originally intended, but may very well be the fulfillment of this project's title (which, at first, was a witty reference to a Refused album that I really liked as well as a tongue-in-cheek joke about the large gap in music releases). As a friend pointed out, my music is of a self-reflective nature, and so it grows with me as I mature. I think this becomes clear as A Shapely Sign of Things to Come explains itself to the listener.

I am lucky to have had great help from producers and musicians in supporting this project. What it lacks in continuity by having one producer lay out the soundscapes, it makes up for in exposure with a diversity of sound reflecting both my musical interests and tastes.

As I reflect on this project I am realizing it is both a sign of things to come as well as something to be departed from. Much like we must leave the comfort of our habitat and our routines to find new experiences in life, I feel like the release of these songs will allow me to venture to new areas of expression. I am no longer the person I was when I wrote most of these songs and my interests and goals in life have changed. If I were to sum the transition in perspective, I think I am finally making the long transition from an Ox carrying the weight of communal responsibility to becoming a Lion more concerned with staking his claim and defending his Pride. I will never abandon the load of the world, and it is likely to weigh on my mind from time to time and be expressed, but I will no longer sacrifice my happiness and forward progression for that weight.

credits

released July 3, 2012

Being grateful is perfect symmetry. It is giving a tip of the hat to all that is responsible for your being. So, though I may miss some people individually, I am very thankful for your place in the Universe and how it has shaped me.

Thank you to my Father for having a book/record store for most of my life, and for having the wisdom to have me spend pre-k days and all my elementary school vacation days digging through the stacks of books and records.

Thank you to my Mother for being a strong woman who was so committed to bettering the world, by bettering yourself, your family and the things you knew you had influence over. You made me look for that in others, as a result, I am surrounded by the movers and the shakers. Thanks for making me go to college.

Thanks to my parents for looking into each other's eyes at the moment of my birth and deciding to name me after Painter/Philosopher/Poet, William Blake. Way to set a high bar, I hope to live up to it.

Thank you to my big sister Skya. I have no closer confidant. I am so lucky to have a sibling who can show me the path through the path of life. I can not wait to celebrate and mourn all life's ups and downs with you.

Thank you to my big sister Christa. I have never been loved so unconditionally. I bet you can still remember how happy it made me when you were dressed up like Wicket the Ewok in the closet on my birthday. I love when you claim me as your little brother in front of everyone

Thank you to my oldest friend Brad. You have known me to be so many different people. I have seen you grow so much as well. I am excited to be old men together and act as each other's personal history books.

Thank you Peter Benda. You are the first person I really fused my music and words with. We had some outlandish dreams back then, but I am happy where all of this has gotten us. I feel proud when I count you amongst my friends. The Prospector and The Bandit.

Thank you Dru La Pointe, few people know me like you do. You have stuck with me through a lot of stuff and I have seen you become a champion of a human being. We are like fun house mirrors, and I am so thankful for what I see in the mirror.

Thank you Justin Schubert. If not for you, might never have gotten here. Thank you for seeing potential in me and honing the skills that were present while not tolerating my ego. You did not let me think I was done if it wasn’t. I have internalized that and now I'm cursed.

Thank you Lucas Dix. I am thankful that distance has not been enough to tame our friendship. I aspire to be like you in so many ways, and I am humbled when you praise me for my insight. You carry the load for a lot of us and do it without seeking praise. You deserve to be praised. You are the Donald Driver.

Thank you Justin Urness. I am so glad our story did not end in March 2009. You have been so patient in recording this project and you make me laugh and feel at ease. I am really psyched to work with you on the live presentation and new songs.

Thank you Lucy Albers. You have been an understanding friend, a priceless connection, a consummate cheerleader, and an informal project manager. This whole thing would be a lot messier than it is without your input. Here's to many more.

Thank you Gavin Theory. You were way ahead of your time. You left too early, but your impact is profound. I will always keep your critical voice in my head. I am thankful for that. I will hold the memory of you dearly.

Thank you Ron, it was good seeing you as you spend most of your time, being a dad. We’ll be best homies forever.

Thank you: LcSlak, OGSMIF, H. P. Hovercraft, Brahman Shaman, Urine, LudacrisSpeed, Charlie Smyrk, Egypto Knuckles, Efftupp, Def Mek, Random Thoughts, Motz, Luke B., th mnmlst, Mirko Iverson, Ben Cook, Dylan, Jason, Deaf Ear Staff, Ken, Erika, Kelly, Megh, Root Note peeps, Bill Stobb, David Krump, Alice Benson, Romeo y Estella, Paula Murphy, Ian Mortensen, G. Harman(call me), Al, Madison Police Department Baseball Card Program, Big-Jess, Jim Auler, Ali, Pete’s Hamburgers (sometimes with, sometimes without), Leo Walton, Ari Herstand, Gareth Becker, Emmy, Ian Lutz, Jesse Dale, Reed Grimm and Shoeless, A-Scratch, Steve from the Warehouse, Lindsey Purl, Natasha Newcomb, CRASHPrez, Jeff Smader, Rem, Jared, Lucy (again), The really nice stewardess who realized her dog died just as we touched down in Houston, E.P., Ben Cameron, Gregory Stanton, J. Ann Koth, Katy Skinner, John Praw Kruse, Nick Bomb, Matt Brown, Rory, Claire Niessen-Derry, John Parr, Nick Shattuck, Alex Spiegel, Brian Beard, Cole Purdy, Libby Hembd,Amy Green, Andrew the Red, Steve Shellito, That person inside of you, yes you, that I have not met but I know is there, Steve Sauer, Abadawn, Zak Kaszynski, Julene Hanson, Trinity Carlson, Joe Orso, Corey Murphy Michael Hessel-Mial, Milky Way, Errol Hemm, 3rd Street Basement Dweller, Ryan King, Baah and Chris Callahan, Kara Duckett for being the first person to pronounce hyphen in my name, Matt Ducket for the photos, Josh Powell, Jason La Course, Kay Mazza, Pearl Street Brewery...

Like I said, I am going to miss some people. Thank you, all of you.

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Hyphon Columbus, Ohio

Hyphon is more Henry David Thoreau than Gucci Mane. More likely to aspire to fill the shoes of Eugene V. Debs than Warren Buffet. Using music to deliver an urgent cry for people to wake to the life that is possible for us all. Hyphon’s music thus takes on a uniqueness not found in both mainstream and independent hip hop. Genuine emotion and passionate delivery make him impossible to ignore. ... more

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