"...And Then There Was Bump Day..." has its roots in the most hectic period I've experienced so far in my life. When I was 25 years of age, I had an episode one night at my house in Tempe. I blacked out and came to in real pain and extreme fear and dread. My mortality as a human slapped me across the face. I think we all go through a portion of life with a sense of immortality until one day, we lose someone, or we lose our health, and that security is shattered to pieces and we become aware that we will die. In my case, it was a very acute feeling. I was enraged at God that here we were, us humans, and that someday we'd be gone. It all seemed so cruel to me. I was alone with the dogs that night and after struggling to get up for a while, I got back to my feet and had some heavy dialogue in what seemed like the ancestral realm. It seemed that my time was limited here on Earth if I didn't get to work on some things I'd been putting off for a while. I don't remember a whole lot else from the rest of that night. I woke up the next day and it was Bump Day. I called in sick to work and let them know about the situation, then I filmed Bump Day. It was a pretty emotional one that day... I was trying to hold it together but I decided I'd just let it out on camera instead of pretend like everything was alright. This video meant a lot to me and to a lot of people and marked the start of the quest to complete my list. I realized being real about was the way to go and it still stands as a statement that its alright to not feel good and that we've got let it out sometimes or else we'll implode.
Over the course of the year following the episode, I had a list of things I needed to accomplish if I wanted a shot at life. It had things like Haitian Breeze Cafe, Rips 4 Deez, the Steve Jobs biography, another round of Art, Compassion, Humanity, and a few other items. Throughout this period I didn't have a car and was working at a cafe about 10 miles away. I took the bus everyday and night to get to work 4-5 days a week. It was pretty brutal, but its not like tens of thousands of people do it each day. It was definitely a change of lifestyle for me. The tracks from this project come from various Bump Days I did during that year of my life. I went back and fleshed them out with more verses and/or whatever seemed necessary to take it from a quick idea to a full song or beat. I think the story of my life is told both with words and through the sonic qualities of the track. Completing this project was not easy, but I did it, and I'm happy I did. It took strength, but I did it.
Almost a year after the episode happened at my house, I had to get to the bus stop for work and I grabbed my friend Isaac's skateboard--the wheels on my skateboard had been devoured by the desert streets and had actually fallen off. Isaac's board had super big longboard wheels. I went as fast as I could through the neighborhood to get to the bus stop but missed it by a few minutes. Another bus would arrive about 15 minutes later a block over and so, after glancing left and right to check for traffic, I through down in the street with hopes to catch the 72 going up Rural Rd.. I immediately got wheel bite and was thrown off the board. A car slammed on its break and stopped just before me in the middle of a pretty big road. I don't know where it came from and didn't see it at all when I started to cross. I grabbed the board and retreated to the side of street on which I started. I decided to just wait for the next bus to show up on McClintock. Standing there, I was pretty shook up, and for weeks following that day I couldn't escape the notion that I'd begun a new timeline, that in one timeline of my life I finished my list, the car stops, and I live on to face the world and its beautiful tragedies, and in another timeline, the driver was on their phone and ran my ass over, and my family and friends and anyone who cares weeps for a dude that had so much potential and died from wheel bite. I think about them often, my family in the wake of my death, on that other timeline, on the sour side of the Mandela effect. I am so grateful to still be here fighting the Good Fight. And still there is Bump Day...
BOB RABBIT SEPTEMBER 24TH, 2019
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