Check out some of these collaborations that I've been working on lately!!! These are all rough edit uploads, none of them even being near complete, but take a listen anyway! I'm really happy to be working with all these other artists that I've met and I think that the collabs are comin through pretty well so here's a shout out post dedicated to all of them!!! Cheers!!! Enjoy the tracks!!
"Meet Ruins" - MYC Ripley & LAINEKEN collaboration by LAINEKEN
"Rhodes" - LAINEKEN & Btrail collaboration by LAINEKEN
"All Gravy" - LAINEKEN & MajorTriadz collaboration by LAINEKEN
Today ft. Contra (rough edit collab) by LAINEKEN
iDLE HANDZ - the new preview of collab with Laineken. by iDLE HANDZ
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I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
But I have not yet gone to college.
There's a whole section about Kevin in the new issue of TiltModeZine!!! 
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Here's a video of Kevin that goes along with the article:
So dope!!! To see the whole TMA magazine, visit this link: http://tiltmodearmy.com/zine/2/
Covers baby, covers!!!
Well, you know what they say when you get stuck in life and have no idea what to do next..... TIME FOR A MONTAGE!!!!!!
This is the friends section from the award-winning independent film "Yee Haw!!!", written and directed by Kevin P. Calderwood.
That video definitely brings back many memories. Those were the best times times of my life!!! It's crazy how so much can be summed up in just three minutes. Haha awesome.
Here's a nice little clip of Kevin now!!!!! If you don't know Kevin personally, this video pretty much is him in a nutshell. Take it as you will.
And here's one more video that's a bit more recent than the two above. It's always fun to look back.
And since it appears I'm on another video posting spree here's one more that has absolutely nothing to do with anything I posted above.....
Oh the memories.....
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This is amazing. It's a graffiti animation video that I got from BluBlu depicting "an unscientific point of view on the beginning and evolution of life ... and how it could probably end."
That probably took so long to make, but in my opinion, well worth the time.
Haha this is pretty cool...
Listen to my music!!!!!
Modern Science by Laineken
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Prevalent melanin elephant bailing
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
[Saul Williams]
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
(Release) [x3]
[Lyrics Born]
The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
the residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think he's half queer
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to
[Gift of Gab]
Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got you all panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just mic zonin' you all
With the white motive, motivation
Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
A little over a month ago I was magically whisked away into a realm of danger and adventure, stuck in a land of fantasy known only by the name of 'Hyrule Temple', and there I was forced to brutally engage in battle with dozens of deadly, sadistic creatures with monstrous super powers, just hoping that someday I'd be able to find my way back home and update my blog...
I had my cell phone on me the whole time but couldn't really make many calls. Unfortunately Verizon doesn't get that great of service out there. With all of the fireballs and laser guns and ass kicking going on around me it was hard to find time to document the occasion, but I was able to take this quick snapshot of the place right before plummeting to one of my deaths.
Yes, I said one of my deaths, implying that there are more than one. Here on earth, you die once and that is it. We all know this. But in Hyrule, somehow after dying you immediately get brought back to life and dropped right back into the middle of the battlefield. It's shocking at first but you eventually get use to it. There's only a certain amount of lives you can have though until you're finally dead, so it's not like being completely invincible, but it's still sort of an advantage when you're dueling for your life on an island in the sky. I died like 12 times up there! It was always such a downer though when I would work my ass off to get a kill, and then finally once I got it the character would all the sudden be right back there with full health and everything ready for his next attempt at visciously destroying me again and stuff... it was terrifying and exciting at the same time.
Everyone agreed to pose for a picture really quick before combat. These are the cold-hearted bastards themselves.... some of them look sweet but don't be fooled by their appearance, they're all merciless, diabolical monsters who kill just for the sake of killing...
BUT HEY!!! That's all over and it's behind me now. I fought and killed them all and now they're dead. Except for Kirby... I kept him. So anyway, yeah, that's why it's taken me so long to update the site!
Let's end this post on a good note...........
It's Peter!! Hahaha who would've that that the guy who tried kicking out my car window five or six years ago due to his newly acquired facial hair tickling him and 'running up and down across his face' would still be killin' it on the skateboard today!?? I miss that guy it's cool to see that he's doing good. Here's a picture of Pete the next morning after his facial hair attack.
Still looks a bit traumatized... Anyway, Peter's the man and this is a sick video part so I had to post it up.
Later everybody (meaning Kevin) and tune in next time!
