The moving chronicles of a Hip Hop Archiver/Common-Man...

Posted on June 22, 2012 by Kevin Beacham | 0 Comments

 

This blog post was inspired by a Facebook status update I made the other day*…

Are there Hip Hop songs about moving? I’m actually usually really good at this game, but moving myself has me wiped and I’m lacking on thinking of songs that tackles the subject. Not just the word, the roots of the action. The time, effort, mental stress, rejection, discovery, self-discovery, excitement, concern, and a host of other emotions, which are likely to become active in this time. There’s a decent amount of topic routes to take to give the song more depth and meaning by using “moving” as a medium to discuss the reasons that such a choice is made; short money, relationship break-ups, job relocation, health, etc… Possibly even a combination of a few of those for additional “fun”.

I think there is a great song hiding in plain sight here, just waiting to be written. Truthfully, I’m guessing a handful of great songs could come from of this, given the options in possible directions… I challenge you Rappers, preferably the good or great ones, to tackle this subject and report back to me… GO!

OK, non-rappers who are still with me, I actually do believe that to be true, but if it sounds as if I’m being rather over-dramatic, that is because I am quite dramatic per usual. Furthermore, dealing with a double-moving extravaganza has my dramactivity** at an all-time high.

If you are curious as to what “double-moving” implies, allow me to reveal my sweet pain. The bulk of my closest family (Parents, Nephew, Niece and her Family) just moved to Atlanta about a week ago. I was in charge of driving the family van down, while my Dad handled the truck. First off, I wanted to help out of course. Plus it would be a great way to spend a lot of time with my family before they were a 1000+ miles away. However, it was a bit daunting in terms of timing. It was a week after Soundset. I also was in the midst of finding my own new living quarters and I knew when I got back from Atlanta I would have two weeks to move into my new place. That’s assuming I even found a place. Then starting the process with next to no help since nearly all my family was gone…please place your hand in the vicinity of the panic button.

Alas, I found a spot to move to, back in Uptown even, and so the mission began. There are just so many factors to moving and even though I have a lot of moving experience and consider myself pretty damn good at it, some things can still come as a bit of a surprise.

Cleaning is a fun one. Ever notice that a place can look rather clean at a surface look, but upon closer inspection you realize it’s rubber glove time? To be fair, this new place was probably clean enough, by most standards a.k.a the common average-man savage…ha. Me, I’m a selective clean/germ freak. I go-in on the cleaning and although it’s a bit obsessive, when it’s all said and done the sheer beauty of it all erases the concern of the obsession…for me anyway…

Of course, there’s the money side of things. In trying to find a place there’s the application process and unless your credit score is fantastic and your income is stellar, you are in the bracket of probably facing some of that rejection I mentioned above. To add insult to injury, you get rejected at a rate of approximately $40 per rejection, classy. Then when you find a place you have any number of deposits and/or fees. If you are really “lucky”, timing might frown down upon you and result in paying rent in two places for one month. Yes, there are multiple roads to financial disaster.

The silent money gobbler is “stuff”. I’m so broke from buying stuff that I’m nearly impressed by it…ha. I suppose there’s some additional culture shock for me because I’m not really a purchaser of “stuff” in general. I live a pretty frugal existence…with the exception of food. If I ate like a average human being I would be writing this and most other blogs from some international beach-front or comparable vacation spot.

For this move alone I’ve made more trips to Target in one week than I generally do in a 6-month period and probably soon to hit the $1000 mark on spending. I hated the plain white shelf look of the new place so I “had” to invest in about 9 rolls of some plain solid colored shelf liner to “liven it up” a touch. The new spot had that stale no-one-lives-here-yet smell, so I “needed” air-freshners for every room so it was more welcoming once I started sleeping there. Then there’s cleaning supplies, new bathroom accessories to match the questionable blue tile present in there, and a collection of other knick-knacks. Probably the single biggest expense was plastics totes and that’s such an ordeal it requires a paragraph break…

I have a lot of stuff. I have basically kept my whole life, minus the living things, in boxes that travel along with me. It has always been pretty organized, but I figured now is a good time to maximize the organization, so people stop calling me a hoarder or thinking of me as such.  The result is endless shopping carts of clear heavy-duty plastic totes. And what shall fill these money-sucking tubs of perceived necessity? Many years of tapes, VHS tapes, DVDs, CDs, CDRs, letters, magazines, promotional items, posters, stickers, press kits, and things of the sort. To my defense, a great deal of this isn’t just average everyday stuff, at least not to me anyway. There’s plenty of history and rarities present and much of it is the subject of my research and years of writing still yet to come, so I think that might exempt from any sort of need for an intervention.

As a matter of fact, I’ve been interested in sharing many of the contents of this stuff with the world and I also figured now was a great time to start that. While moving, I spent some time shooting promo video segments showing of the cool, weird, interesting, informative, and sometimes ridiculous things in my collection a.k.a “The Vault”. I decided those video-clips would be a great tool to properly launch my dormant and lonely Tumblr Account (which exists, merely, HERE).  Once I get settled in my new place next week I’ll start working on getting those edited and live and then you can have a peek into my world, if you dare, and possibly at the expense of my own public reputation…ha

In any event, I now post this blog and return to moving boxes. I have successful, on my own, moved about 75% of my record collection to the new place and set it up. If you know anything about my record collection or collections in general or the weight of a box of records then you are impressed right now. Big truck day is on Sunday to complete the mission and then life begins anew, re-freshened, and inspired, but only after a long nap followed by a massage…

The closest thing I could muster as a song about moving is Musab’s “Move On”. He touches on some of the things I outlined in my opening. The song comes from his excellent and out of print tape, “Beyond Be-Sides”. The song is about a grander excursion than moving from Bloomington to Uptown, but I’m going to use it as my theme music anyway***…

Written By Kevin Beacham…with plenty of sore muscles and optimism

-Editors Notes:

*Well, honestly, it was inspired by being in the midst of moving and realizing I didn’t have a blog for today and then the Facebook status recollection was sort of the hindsight inspiration. In my defense, I had a few other options I could went with; album reviews or interviews, that would have taken as much time, but decided to do something fun and different…

**Soon as I thought of this phrase I googled it to see it was in use and seems as thought it is not. I herby claim the word my creation. Yes, I do realize that the word “dramatic” achieves the same meaning, but there are several useless words in the English language so it won’t hurt to add another. Plus I’m a writer so the quest for new words is infinite…

***I also used this song as my theme song on my Time Travel Radio when I moved from the Chicago area to Minneapolis…


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