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Listening to what Cameron does is like yoga for your brain. #bewhatyoumake @human__monster__ ・・・ New Stuff for the tour kickoff off show at Foam! This Tuesday (4/23) ❤️
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Acoustic. Electric. Or just getting started. We got this. #bewhatyoumake
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You guys. Sometimes things happen and you get to be a part of bringing @natesmithdrums into your town for a masterclass clinic. MRB is proud to be a sponsor and part of this. @gaslightstl. May 8. #STL. Tickets on sale now and going fast. DM for details. ✌🏾❤️🥁 #bewhatyoumake
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FROM THE BLOG: Habits: Break Bad Ones. Occasionally Change Good Ones. • http://bit.ly/skelkey101 • #bewhatyoumake • All habits should be tested once in a while • We moved when I was five years old. Not to a new city or anything, but to another neighborhood. It’s the house to which I refer when I say, “…where I grew up.” I was just there yesterday picking up my mom for an errand. That house is the best. • Our old house was walking distance to where I went to kindergarten, so my sister and I used to walk every morning. Up a hill, never leaving the sidewalk, sometimes cutting through someone’s yard because the hill behind their house was super fun to run down. • We moved in the spring of my kindergarten year so there were a few weeks there when I was in a new house but still attending the old school — no longer a walking commute. Yesterday, my mom and I reminisced about an incident that occurred sometime within those few weeks. • Old habits • School let out and I remember that it was a nice day. Spring had sprung and kids were getting picked up, while others were on their way walking to their respective homes. • My mom and one of her friends (I can’t recall who, but I remember that she wasn’t alone), came to pick me up from school in my mom’s car. It was a maroon Oldsmobile and I seriously can’t recall a time that it didn’t smell kind of weird in the backseat. It’s one of those distinct scents which — if I smelled it right now — would immediately transport me back in time into that backseat. • As she tells it, she drove around the circle a few times looking for me. Then, when a few minutes went by and she couldn’t wait any more, she got out and looked around. She saw a family friend picking up their kid, a classmate of mine, and asked if they had seen me. • “Oh yeah, sure. I saw him walking up that way,” they said, pointing up the sidewalk and around the fence. • My mom chuckled to herself and knew exactly where I was. • They pulled up to our old house and yep, there I was. Sitting there on the front porch with my fresh to death bowl cut and tube socks pulled all the way up to the knee. Just hanging out. • [Read more. Link in bio.] >>>
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Make choices today that will make your 5 year-old self proud. #bewhatyoumake
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Designed and crafted with the same care you put into every beat, every note. #bewhatyoumake
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Just a few from today’s shipments out the door to good homes in TX, OH, IN, AL, NJ, and WI. #bewhatyoumake
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❤️ this shot of @chaimizou. ✌🏾 ・・・ #kimono #jazz #kundalini #viensdanser #collecting #chakra #overusage #drumsticks #magicroom #secondhand #powerhuman #meditation #exciting #fulloflife #lowcarb #fit #healthy #style #tinder #creative #intelligent #hot #artwork #amazing #talent #drummer #beatmaker #painter #maker #ieatflatearthersforbreakfast
![FROM THE BLOG: Habits: Break Bad Ones. Occasionally Change Good Ones.
•
http://bit.ly/skelkey101
•
#bewhatyoumake
•
All habits should be tested once in a while
•
We moved when I was five years old. Not to a new city or anything, but to another neighborhood. It’s the house to which I refer when I say, “…where I grew up.” I was just there yesterday picking up my mom for an errand. That house is the best.
•
Our old house was walking distance to where I went to kindergarten, so my sister and I used to walk every morning. Up a hill, never leaving the sidewalk, sometimes cutting through someone’s yard because the hill behind their house was super fun to run down.
•
We moved in the spring of my kindergarten year so there were a few weeks there when I was in a new house but still attending the old school — no longer a walking commute. Yesterday, my mom and I reminisced about an incident that occurred sometime within those few weeks.
•
Old habits
•
School let out and I remember that it was a nice day. Spring had sprung and kids were getting picked up, while others were on their way walking to their respective homes.
•
My mom and one of her friends (I can’t recall who, but I remember that she wasn’t alone), came to pick me up from school in my mom’s car. It was a maroon Oldsmobile and I seriously can’t recall a time that it didn’t smell kind of weird in the backseat. It’s one of those distinct scents which — if I smelled it right now — would immediately transport me back in time into that backseat.
•
As she tells it, she drove around the circle a few times looking for me. Then, when a few minutes went by and she couldn’t wait any more, she got out and looked around. She saw a family friend picking up their kid, a classmate of mine, and asked if they had seen me.
•
“Oh yeah, sure. I saw him walking up that way,” they said, pointing up the sidewalk and around the fence.
•
My mom chuckled to herself and knew exactly where I was.
•
They pulled up to our old house and yep, there I was. Sitting there on the front porch with my fresh to death bowl cut and tube socks pulled all the way up to the knee. Just hanging out. •
[Read more. Link in bio.] >>>](https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/vp/b6763c08e142d70ed9629a25cee612f4/5D6B8ABE/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/56915011_2281176905272693_6363432367976750983_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent.cdninstagram.com)
