Dilettante Nomad

Made a quick beat and wrote a quick jam for Halloween.

A quick little poem spit during this quarantine.

BC drives in Houston releasing the feelings on the current pandemic we're living through.

This track was written and recorded December 23rd 2015 while I was stuck home with a broken ankle. The heavy news at the time was unarmed black men getting killed by police all over the country; most of the time the cops were not getting arrested for their actions of murder...this was my response, and things haven't changed much. Champagne pops To kill the pain like cops slaying another black teen STOP unnamed unarmed keep’em in chains, hoodies and barbed wire fences lock’em in a yard like a dog that’s reckless protect us not by fear and force We here have lost our hopes in high courts our justice has faults they’re playing like sports fussing and fighting knighted for lost bodies if it’s night, toss the body in the ditch and unload a clip in the kid for giving lip like he did He spoke up to the limp dick bitch with a badge How can we fight a battle that’s matched unfair? dispatched send more units like flair they fire them up hired, tenured, retired for what? who are they serving when they’re p

B.C spits a 2020 piece and asks the audience to contribute stories and send them to DilettanteNomad@gmail.com

It’s Elementary Winthrop where i Win throw up Migrains crushing my skull to no end running to the rest room graduate into mushrooms dangers in the next room manger haven, next moon My favorite thing to do is Doing nothing talk a little shit, play stick ball or running--- ---to the corner, playing hey mister Manhunting to dinner, playing school skipper Jack the Ripper, Grim the reaper bricks through a windshield of the women beater teenager waging wars, pagers going off dating little whores, late first period, aborting baby talk Sex ed lessons, head next session stressing over bush and Gory elections how much you benching? friday night mescaline saturday wrestling Monday test, i’ll pass guessing Messed up, scholar-slave-ships students to NCAA’s Every meeting starts with my name and the addiction I play they’re all ears like dumbo’s a circus full of rodeo’s high, I’m eating oreo’s wash it with a 40 - yo same sad story - street kids do hardly a consistent crew (pause) too many soldiers lost to

This track is somewhere around 10-12 years old. I was cleaning up some disc space and found this track called "Spilt Beer". This may have been coming off an alter-ego I was going by when I lived in Albany New York BeerFeet.

Last month I was in San Antonio and found this little rant on my recorder about 9/11 and a shirtless man bathing elephants.

B.C stops by a goodwill before heading to San Antonio from Houston. He picks up a new rig for his recorder and spits some non-sense that began that morning.

Ambassadors by Dilettante Nomad

First part of a conversation with someone with different views on the world.

A tour guide takes us through old Mayan lands and legends.

Found a piece of writing and I read and recorded it real quick - no edits - I meant it when I said it. Errors included.

Tracking the cause and effect to better yourself and the world. Recognizing Patient Zero and where the epidemic (good, bad or indifferent) begin... Get to the roots.

B.C jumps on a new opportunity and decides this is going to be the last year being broke. Time to elevate performance to the next level without turning back.

B.C describes the business term 'apples to apples' and how ineffective this phrase is on decision making. We all are unique to some degree with our services and expectations. Find the one that suits your needs doing due diligence.

Break through your fears to be the best version of you! Roll the dice and follow your heart.

B.C sits in the camelback mountains and contemplates.

On Tuesday March 5th my wife donated her kidney to her father, I write a poem and gain perspective in the waiting room as the sole representative for both parties while surrounded with multiple family members from other patients around me.

B.C takes you into his life since May of 2018 through this past Friday February 15th's car fire that sent him and his children running from a near death experience.