All good things come to an end. Been laying low in the cut. Fatherhood. Life. Self discovery. Closing doors to open new ones. Moving. Loving myself. Staying true to myself and my art. Living and letting die.
The best summer of my life has come to an end. So much happened in such a short span of time. Lots of struggles, and a few transcendent triumphs led me to where I now am.
Walking away from that which should be discarded. Walking toward that which must be embraced.
Much respect to those of you who support, and check for me. I just made 50,000 page views. Much love to the ones that hate as well.
Life goes on.
So much could be said, but I have learned that no one on the world wide wiretap really cares.
Therefore, I chose to live my words and speak through my actions.
Realest of the REAL from cradle t the grave. Funny-style is as funny-style does.
“I can’t go for that” – D. Hall & J. Oats
You’re never too old until you’re dead. Although BMX is an extreme action sport, and despite being so physically demanding, it’s a total head game. Like much of life really. The classic line “I think, therefore I am” comes to mind. I am 2 weeks away from my 46th birthday and I am in the best shape of my life. Strong, full of stamina, and ripped lean (full 6 pack, vascular thighs and striated pecs). I can ride my bike better than most ever will AND I am just getting started.
I am the type to get super good at something. On an international level, and then start from the bottom again as I perfect a new craft. I feel the need to constantly be setting the bar higher for myself. Which is not at all recognized, encouraged, or celebrated these days.
As always, I am in a competition with myself to be a better me today than I was yesterday.
BMX is the vehicle. Why? Because it’s hard. Just like everything else I have a passion for.
And because I enjoy being art just as much as making it. Whether dancing, mixing records, spitting raps, or riding freestyle.
The struggle is real, and it continues. No gigs. Looking for a fulltime job that is not connected with the music industry. It is what it is. Steady mobbin’, keeping it real, and doing me. Perfecting my bunnyhop technique, and trying to gain height/hang time so that I can begin to learn 360s. Which I hope to have down by my birthday. We’ll see how it goes though, as meeting basic survival needs living well under the poverty line takes precedence over riding and BMX progression. At any rate “we out here!” We, meaning me. The one man gang. Facts!
Not much to talk about.
My friend Alexander here in Malmö ended up sorting me out with some new bars, and a front load stem. It took me a whole week to get sorted and riding again. Which I did today for a bit.
I got some footage and decided to try my hand at an edit of sorts. Of course it helps to be able to do more tricks than I can, but we must crawl before we walk, and walk before we run.
What I do have is my own steez/style and flow. So even if I am doing a basic trick, I try to make it look good.
The title comes from the state of my life right now. The place I live, the way I ride and film, and my overall proletariat point of view (i.e. working class/blue collar) ethic.
This one isn’t flashy, but it is the truth.
A bro and his bike expressing the joy of riding.
The music is my song “Foe Nem” Track #3 from my Drill/Trap album “Chicago Gun Times”
The lyrics can be found here “Foe Nem Lyrics”
We out here…..
What a week! So much happened and I didn’t even have to catch a plane. Facebook showed me just how much damage it has done to people’s sense(s) of empathy. It was the catalyst I needed to fully move onto the gram. I am a very friendly and caring person. I try to be the friend I wish to have, but rarely does this go both ways.
So my handlebars broke because I am advancing and progressing so quickly. I bunny hop way too high, and much too often for those Hi-Ten (high tensile) Steel bars to withstand it. I need full chromoly parts from here on out.
So, upon the suggestion of of a friend on facebook (an actual friend), I posted my paypal email to see if there was any love out there. I was hoping for a dollar/euro/quid each from maybe 10 or 20 people. Perhaps 5 bucks tops, but I was good with 10 or 20 cents, a like/comment, and or well wish of acknowledgement.
One person out of over 260 donated $25. My mom. LOL And one person commented that they’re broke, but they feel me. That meant alot. Just acknowledging the struggle would have been good enough, but I got tumbleweeds.
I am not sure why others are on fake-book, but I have my ideas. I was never on there for any of those, and the reason I was on there was voided a couple few years ago.
After the obvious point of negative returns, it is time to make a change. Being that there is no real friendship among fake-book friends, I have shut my Amir Alexander fakebook profile down. I will not delete it, as I have an artist page to maintain. I did however, “seal it up” from outside contact.
If people wish to get up with me, they can do it on the gram. @dj.amir.alexander
Being a “public figure” destroys one’s ability to have valid relationships with most people you meet through the industry. In the long run, it usually turns out that these people who are your best friends one season can hardly remember your name the next.
Alas, I am not bitter. I accept this as part of “the game”. As such, I took the necessary steps to prevent feeling bitter or disappointed.
I’ve divested and abandoned ship. Let it sink into the abyss of psychological experimentation it is. People are destroying everything that makes them people. Willingly.
Well……. I ain’t havin’ it. Go along to get along?????? NO!
It’s the season where DJ’s are either booked up for festivals, or they are tightening their belts for the lean months. I fall into the latter, not the former. That being the case, this episode is 100% local. No planes, trains, or automobiles in this one. Just two wheels, me, and the pavement of the city I reside in.
Like any driven noob BMXer, I am quite keen to progress and open up more line/trick possibilities when I am riding. That said, a high bunny hop is the key that unlocks everything else. As I start to really dial my hops in, I am beginning to do them 180. Both on transitions as well as flat.
Riding is cathartic to say the least. It most certainly fills the void left by what used to be the underground music scene. Which has been totally corporatized and functions exactly like the major labels at this point.
Being a true artistic individual, the “go along to get along” ethos has never really jibed with me. It is what it is.
True street cred cannot be purchased, but at the same time, it cannot purchase anything either.
It is what it is. Therefore, I continue to ride……
and hopefully progress.
2 weeks ago I went O.T.B. (over the bars) a day after playing with Cassy in Berlin. I didn’t commit and ate concrete big time. Total O.T.B. with a level 3 shoulder separation it appears. I’ll be permanently disfigured with this one. BMX tax, I guess.
At any rate, I got to visit a BMX shop in Madrid. Action Wheels BMX. They gave me a free T-shirt.
Both gigs and cities were lit! My hosts were more than gracious, and I got to ride while healing. All in all, it was a great 2 weeks.
Today was an excellent Sunday for a ride. I made a lot of progress today on the bike. Getting more and more comfortable controlling it.
This episode finds me practicing my 180s. Both bump hop and on a bank.
I met some girls at the pump track and chatted them up. It was fun getting the footage.
“Night Sweats!” – Amir Alexander – From my upcoming ambient/noise album “Womb!”