BUDS!! ♾🐶♾ Happiest and hypest W Saturday! So excited to share episode #1 of the Church of Hypecast with yall! It features some mega-inspo from STLB3 @leadvesselskipper and the dope dope sounds of B-Hill @classicsneverheard
It’s weird not being with yall somewhere dope in the woods today. For those who don’t know – this would have been the 19th year in a row our crew came together to celebrate life sharing new art, tunes, costumes, food, laughs and hype vibes.
Biking this morning I was able to get to a place where I was there. I honestly can’t go anywhere without carrying this crew with me so it’s almost like every day is the W even though they don’t all feel so magical at first blush… It’s impossible for me to do anything without repping all I continue to learn from the dope folks I’m lucky enough to call crew.
Max love yall! Hope you dig hearing this. Holler. Stay up. Stay crescendoing life. And stay stretching the skin between the mouth and ears.
I sent an email this week about the inner-hater we all deal with and received some really inspiring responses from folks on this forever path.
My friend Leah from Chicago responded with some powerful words and this great vid that I hope shows us we all share similar fears, we’re all in this together, and getting past the voice of doubt is fully doable!
I came across this NYT Op-Doc this week, which is a really good metaphor for dealing with fear (which is, I think, fundamentally all the inner hater is).
There’s so much happening in the world and I’m spending a lot of time with it circling in my head.
Still, the fact is I exist where I’m at. In this case, on the top of Wasson Peak, Tucson, AZ.
Earlier in the week I did an online mediation class with a group of 8 folks mostly from the south. The teacher got us thinking on these lines… asking us to really see what we were going through. How we were existing. What were we really experiencing right then and there?
Someone in the class had just lost an uncle to COVID. Heavy, sad, terrible. I was amazed by how they and the entire class were able to focus on the fact that the 8 of us were existing right there. It is really sad about his uncle, but his uncle’s pain is something we were admittedly bringing into the space.
This isn’t to say don’t process or give energy and love to these types of situations. To me, it’s just another reminder of the control we have over where our thoughts go and a great reason to practice pointing them towards our version of hype.
Also another check on the infinity list of reasons to rep for the moments we get to exist in this form. I have to believe my classmate’s uncle would rather us honor him by repping for our dopeness beyond anything.