1000’s of mp3’s lying in 100’s of folders wait for me in the next window. But I am not afraid. And you shouldn’t be either.
All that matters are the 14 songs on this album. All of them conceived at the boiling point of a personal failure. All of them recreate a mishap with CGI fanfare and turn desperate cries for help into sheet music. In short, Beaus$Eros is about misunderstanding love. Then committing that egregious error to stone tablets. It’s about being wrong.
Every Busdriver album has been an important step in translating what visions we have into a solid presentable body of work, but the music here has never been more honest or iridescent. I’m confident that my relationship with my producer Loden could give way to multiple careers worth of life bearing jingles if it wanted to. Not since Temporary Forever had the writing/recording/producing process become so inspired. Thankfully I only had to ruin myself financially to see it through to the end.
In the most romantic sense, this record was recorded on a laughable shoestring budget in what seemed like a hailstorm of ‘no’s’. My old label dropped me after hearing demos of it, my booking agent ran away from me while we were drinking coffee and discussing how great it was going to be, and my DJ went to law school. I’m surprised that we stood the course for the year and a half that it took to finish this thing. I guess I believe in myself more than I thought. Or more likely my belief in Loden was enough to sustain through the album making process.
Needless to say, you picking up a copy of Beaus$Eros is incredibly important. Not only does my future depend on it, not only do my daughter’s teeth depend on it, but records made by indie rap acts in their 30’s depends on it as well. I represent an era of hip-hop dude that is currently being grossly misrepresented. And we are slowly being made redundant by wandering eyes and lackluster output. But that shouldn’t matter. What matters is that this record is the risk that you have been waiting for. Every song dares you to fall off the edge with me. Every mistake is there for some reason, every reason is a mistake in itself, and every arpeggio and/or pad that highlights that mistake is a neon-lined mirror. Thank you for the years of support and thank you for embracing this album. FakeFour is the shit, LA is the shit and you are the shit.
There’s a book that I’m responsible for called ‘Shirt’. It’s a collection of poems that I wrote over a two-month period in 2011 while we were finalizing mixes for my record. It was my cathartic cool-down to the boiler room dealings that was Beaus$Eros. Born out of necessity and written under pressure, this book’s navel-gazer findings perfectly compliments the record at hand.
Money, or a lack there of, was the key motivation behind it being written.
I ran a promotional sale on my on-line store that offered one original hand written poem with a purchase of my latest shirt design. This customized poem would pertain to the city where the shirt was going and be reasonably short. The gimmick was my attempt to attract unsuspecting hacks to my store while strengthening the connective tissue between my small pool of fans and myself. But it grew and became the crescendo in my days for 2 months. What started as a lark took a life of its own and become an exercise that livened up my uninformed approach to writing and energized my breakfast making. Poems were sent to folks in Tokyo, Austin, London, Cham, Paris and other places that I have either visited or have warrants in. I sent out almost 200 pieces of stationary, meant for grocery lists, filled with silly (or at times somber) poems for strangers. This book contains the best 30 and teases my desire to publish drivel that I commit to page more so than ever before. I hope that it is received and enjoyed warmly.
Superhand's mantra(Fuck us all) limited blue 7":
Songs born out of aggression tend to usually make the final cut over here. This song is no exception. I asked Aesop Rock to join me in a spiraling death plunge into rap’s blackened heart and he happily agreed. This song is the aftermath of that club house agreement.
Unlike any of the songs on Beaus$Eros this song abandons all good taste and musings on matters of the heart. It’s a fiery fuck you to everyone and the only tone that could have been utilized in my first collaborative effort with Mr. Ian Bavitz. It only exists on this tiny disc, so grab it while they exist.