The first time I heard APOETNOMADALI was at 3 am at the Marriott in Philadelphia. We had just turned in from a night out in Philly when my lady friend busts out her laptop and checks her MySpace page; such an OC girl A few seconds later I hear a killer beat and see a brunette in her jeans and bra thrashing her hips side to side as she sings the words to “Orange County Disorder” I start to loosen my belt, but I’m stopped by the stabbing reality brought to light in the lyrics written about the region formally known as Orange County, California (AKA my homeland. ) Lyrics like, “She got O.C.D. Orange County Disorder. Her moms got it too in fact she gave it to her daughter. She don’t eat carbs and her breasts are fake. And she a fake blonde and no you not from L.A. Claiming that she all mystic man the only thing mystic about her is that “mystic tan” I know this girl she about 16 and nothing sweet about her except her HumV that her daddy bought her, and he like dummy, cause she crashed it, cashed it and she bought an M3. Her boyfriend drive a truck and he spikes his hair and walks with a stick up his @$$ and drinks beer. He like the UFC and he lives in the gym. He got OCD, but don’t tell him. He wear tighter pants than his girlfriend does and when he have a few drink’s he’s all, “Dude I’m buzzed.”

After hearing the song I was 25% offended and 75% impressed which made me 100% intrigued. I walked into the foyer and said, “Whose that dude think he is? And when can I see him live? ” And alas my “#1 Groupie” status of APOETNOMADALI was conceived.

Now let me be quite straight here, I am by no means a music connoisseur. I don’t write songs on my acoustic and sing them at open mike nights. I don’t wear vintage flannels and drink cocktails with limes and stand around Detroit Bar comparing the melody of this band to the lyrics of that one. I have never earned a sunburn from Coachella and I once fell asleep in orchestra seats while listening to John Mayer play live. So why would you give a Tweety Birds feather on what I have to say about APOETNOMADALI? For ONE reason…

I myself am an artist. For better or for worse I am a full blown, analytical, synapse skipping, serotonin depleted artists on a whole lot of “Don’t-get-crazy-and-kill-anybody-pills” Granted when it comes to art I am a pretty tough critic. So even though I don’t follow the “music scene” of mainstream music, doesn’t mean I don’t follow profound art when I see it. I honestly don’t care about John Mayers wonderland of exploring 18 year old virgins and if I have to be forced into a room of Emo kids wearing flannel shirts that cost $110 a pop and drinking cocktails I think I just might start titrating off my crazy pills (and trust me, we don’t want that.)

So heres the deal McNeal…APOETNOMADALI got a highlight on my blog tonight not because I like shakin’ my Latin rump to his tunes (which I also do) but because his music does not just fall into the category of “rap” but first and foremost falls into the category of “art” Personally, my favorite art isn’t just a nice Ansel Adams piece that keeps the feng shui in the room aligned. My favorite kind of art gives the viewer a brutal beating to the mind like a Mexican Piñata on its last leg. Amazing art slaps us across the face, pulls our hair, throws us down on the bed by the neck and screams at us until we scream back. It offends us and gets the blood flowing back in the brain that has been on pause with a tourniquet from the machine called “society.” Artist like APOETNOMADALI make us ponder, “Why do I feel the need to spend more money on clothing, toys and accessories than what most families spend on food?” “Why do I spend half of my life in the gym?” “Do I do anything in this world except care about myself and my own agenda?” “When is the last time I actually did something for someone else?” “ What is my motive behind flat ironing my hair?” Profound ain’t it?

As a woman who was born and raised in one of the most affluent cities in Orange County I must say that when I first heard the album, Orange County Disorder I was a tad offended. Why? Cause no one likes being called on their shiznick! Yes, I have gone fake tanning. Yes, I have been on a low carb diet. And you know what I feel when I hear this stuff? Ashamed. I feel ashamed of the fact that I just might be as spoiled and self centered as the manufactured Barbie and Ken dolls POET speaks about on his album. I’m offended by APOETNOMADALIS work and thus I am IMPRESSED. I don’t know who APOETNOMADALI thinks he is, but I think he’s an artist at his best. One I deeply respect and enjoy following.

If you want to see if you can stomach the brutality of APOETNOMADALI and are in Long Beach or Fullerton this Wednesday and Thursday night check him out:

Wednesday, June 3^rd 2009 @ The Blue Café in Long Beach

210 The Promenade N
Long Beach, CA 90802
(562) 983-7111

www.thebluecafe.com

Thursday, June 4^th 2009 @ “CHURCH”in Fullerton

101 N. Harbor Blvd.

Fullerton, CA

(714)773-1664

www.rawartists.org

I hope I see you kids there!

Xoxo,

Your favorite blogger in the whole wide world… HonestChitChat