Hola Familia!

PropAnon here. I’m a writer/musician and this is my blog. Welcome.

I begin my European tour today in grand style; running behind schedule, not yet packed and rather disorganized. S’all good though, llya Prigogene would be proud. Though my packing situation may appear like complete chaos at the moment, this dissipative structure of unfolded clothes and scattered thoughts will organize itself into something ready for the check-in counters of JFK.

Anyway, this is just a quick entry. Letting y’all know the plan.

Firstly, I am an MC in the Hip-Hop underground that spans the globe. You prolly have not heard of this, hence the ‘underground’  epithet. However, you will become quite familiar with me over this next month. I will be like your cool brother-in-law who you’ve found getting very comfortable on your living room couch. Full of amazing stories of insightful adventures, two pair of socks, and a rocking style of bed-head that makes you wonder, ‘Philosopher? or Slacker?’ Really what’s the dif?

Anyway, we begin. I will take you all to Prague where my tour begins. Show you some of the burgeoning Hip-Hop scene out there. Where some really dope cats are doing some amazing things. I will also wax poetic about the  city tht produce the mad genius of  Kafka and  may make a visit to  the ‘Propaganda Museum’  well  just  cuz.

Then I’ll drag you with me to England, where I may or may not visit some crop-circles.

And pay homage to the holy city of Manchester (Madchester). I know, That’s not Hip-Hop!…But I say it is. I say Tony Wilson was B-Boy extraordinare, and I’m gonna pay homage to the man for all he did for me in my teenage aimless and terrible years.

Then it’s off the Paris, where I’ll be hanging out with some friends of mine from the Maybelogic Academy. My Robert Anton Wilson people. Together we will discuss and explore the hermetic tradition found within Paris. And then get drunk. And drunk again.

I’mma play a show in Paris, a place where Hip-Hop is huge. I’ll let you all know how it goes.

And finally, we’ll head to Amsterdam, where I hope I don’t incur too much damage.

Not sure where that part of the tour will take me, but I let you know some bits and pieces. At least the bits I can remember.

So come follow me kids, as I, Propaganda Anonymous invoke the spirits of Lester Bangs, Goethe, and  Bill Hicks in order to serve my soul on a dish for y’all to revel and rebuke during these next few weeks.

PEACE

PropAnon