From 1999

a few cuts off my 1st spoken word CD, The Wonderfulist
recorded in 1999 at the
Capoeira Arts Cafe (now defunct)
in Berkeley, CA

catch up at the bwlp myspace page
in the Got To Be There section to the right

from bpp's zine slash graphic novel: Laws of Late

due this spring from our own Aphenomen Publishing. Here's an excerpt:


Chapter 8: Devo, Insanity’s Patron Saint.

My cousin Helga, remarkably beautiful despite her name, spoke highly of my uncle Devo. “I never had a dad so good,” she’d spurt at the oddest of times. I thought she might be a little touched.

She and I were apprehended once. Ever the magician, I made a pack of Boston Baked Bean candies disappear from my hands to a more comfortable location inside my rescue-orange goose down jacket. That is, after rounding an aisle in a 7-Eleven where my Auntie Denise worked. She was off this day. Effie was the hunter and I was set for captured game as I nudged Helga towards the door suggesting it was time to leave.

“Ah, HA, thieves...” he cut with conviction grabbing the scruff of my coat. His hand dashed to the location of the noisy candy box, no GPS, and held it high; the world taking this all in.

“I never had a dad so good!” popped Helga to the angry clerk. Clearly she and Effie were not related so her comment offered a pay-per-view of imbalance shown on his face. But Effie was less easily derailed.

“You know,...I could have you arrested for shoplifting!” he dribbled. My eyes doed and Helga was defiant in a way that made it impossible for someone to stand trial. Effie must have been sure of it reassuming his merchandise and letting us go. But not before he assured us that we were never again welcome at his 7-Eleven.

“Thieves!” he broiled.

Effie’s torso visible over the counter became a stop sign in a simmering polyester jig-saw of green white yellow and red. Adding to my personal woe’s brick pile, “Your Auntie Denise will be hearing of this!”

Great.

I could hear the Plum trees within a 300 yard radius of her apartment, now vying to provide their finest branch for fresh whoopins.

'bout to bounce to this...

so i get a call,
"yo b, we gonna see if we still got tix on this.."
i've wanted to check this out in the past; Palace of Fine Arts is
a truly bangin' place to see anything...
so, i'll thow on the furry K and something slightly tippish and slide on through!

peep the techniques...go bang.

more to come on the recording session this next holiday week on the the first cut of the EP: Sickness.

-bpp

BWLP August 2009 Podacast

The August, 2009 edition of Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine hones in on love.

As in: take off your shoes when you come in the house knowing the last supper is hanging in the front room colored by the comforting scent of adobo translating the vibe.

As in: the familiarity of the 3 foot tall rice dispenser in the kitchen, love.

As in: the joy of feeling at the top of ones game, hands clasped around your instrument- backstage, only to go on later live. Feeling like you were born to do it.



Bone up on your Tagalog for a few tracks. Oakland, San Leandro, San Diego, Las Vegas, Pilipino, and Mogadishu (and Berkeley, of course) is in the house.

We can't forget to mention our new favorite artist, the stratospheric Gwendolyn Bunn.

On Friday, July 31st, catch us on the web via a few portals:

birdswholikepomegranate.blogspot.com
doiseauxrecordings.podomatic.com, or on
www.myspace.com/hiphopmakenice.

Go somewhere with your hip hop.
Learn something new.
I’m b.phlecksi parmella, one half of BWLP, for Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine.
And with regards to dj frank niao, “bob your head to what he’s doing.”

well i never...

well i never

blazed the wrong mic
hit the wrong man
got to steppin' quickly
project the dream brand
watched and moved
reacted to winds of change
strange refrains
wherever they might land

(opening lyric for They Ain't Know by mAkE nIcE)
summa'

-b.phlecksi parmella

p.s. sometimes you just need to hear a dope rhyme and see some ill graf.

yeah.