hmm.. here’s an idea: music as an artform

31 12 2008

this website is about the art of music, in all its forms. pure and simple.

i feel like so much of the modern music industry is dominated by big labels who are more focused on marketing techniques (SEX SEX AND MORE SEX) in order to maximize sales that there is not room left for creativity!!!  Such hedonism this is not the proper goal for musicians nor for music in general. This causes music to be hollow and lack in content.. BLAH!!! GO LISTEN TO MILEY CYRUS BY YOURSELF!!!

I’ve been devoted to underground rap, hip hop, also reggae, dub, folk, and indie, and ANYTHING ELSE GOOD, for many years, and their is so much more to love about music than girls in bikinis on VH1. So much. Truly amazing music is art and what dominates the radios today, sadly, is mostly cheap, formulaic songs, which are an insult to real musicians everywhere.

Maybe its that i procrastinate, maybe its that I’m talented, I don’t know, but I ended up turning my computer into a recording studio, and somehow have about 20 or 30 songs recorded and edited (its probably that I never study)

…as music is one of my biggest passions in life, I want to share it with you!

Note:

I made this for my friends and family, but anyone is welcome to check out the tunes and i’m open to (CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism. some of these are finished products, others, the ones without lyrics yet, are works in progress and if u hear a beat u like, write a verse and get in touch wit me. i’m always lookin to collaborate.

much love to all the peeps who made this possible for me..

especially my brothers Macgregor Campbell and Dan Fitch, who both have taught me so much about music.. go strong bros

absorb the soundwaves
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a spoken word poem…

29 12 2008

go into a trance..

let your mind, like a river, flow

use the paper as catharsis, to purge the soul

you will be surprised at how much you know

or how easily things go, when you throw fear out the window

or better yet know fear,

then let it go,

deeming it unworthy and a necessary loss

what is the cause?

love, care, hope, understanding, and compassion

coming into one unified being

clearly seeing

thru the muck and muddy water

a light and the end of the tunnel – some reason –

something to discomfort time’s fleeting treason

and out of chaos, mold order –

take life to the greatest limit, then cross the border

over, into what is beyond:

opportunity – one final clue

vibe, do what is true, to you

and let that be the legacy you leave

i believe, i believe, i believe

life is no accident

-aaron campbell





a moment of realization

28 12 2008

As my dad looks…

out off that balcony into the fervent, violent sea, mother ocean imparts her wisdom; I could see for the first time, clearly and acutely, the wear, agony, and pain on his face: though his eyes gazed straight ahead, through his his head cycled thoughts, memories, joys and sorrows – he is here, but not, off somewhere else…

searching for lost bliss and times passed..

We, all of us, cling blindly to some distant past, some happy memory or belief that affirms the ultimate goodness of this life and world; that validates what we’ve done, the life we’ve lived, the path we’ve taken

…and then it fades.

And we are struck harshly with a grim reality.
We are stuck here. And now; there is no escaping it.

Back then, in that memory, life was so simple: everything was hope. We had the whole world in front of us, infinite possibilities, evermore experiences to have, objects to attain, adventures to undertake. Mysteries were the key – and they were to be solved; friends and companions were to be loved; journeys were to be taken and completed, emotionally, spiritually, and physically; life was as fresh as a spring flower.

Then somewhere along the line – perhaps just there, under that firey, celestial cover, that bergundy sky – reality had set in heavily and brought with it the toll of wisdom, and the fury of a thousand suns:

He’s done it all, attained it all, lived it all, and felt it all. Life again, in its cycle, becomes stagnant and used… uninspired.

His eyes close and he sighs.

and beautifully, powerfully, the sun sets, and is gone.

Just another memory.

another moment.
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-Aaron Campbell