Deep Puddle Dynamics

Not a whole lot that needs to be said about his album either. Its truly a landmark in my progression as a fan of music. I got it after I got Why?'s Alopecia, which was also my first anticon record. Prior to that, I wasn't even listening to rap much. I had gotten my firstAtmosphere album which was When Life Gives YOu Lemons. I actually found Why? on myspace's home page, being promoted for the release of Alopecia.

After being blown the fuck away by the honesty of Yoni of Why? I searched last.fm for a similar artist to Why? and ended up hearing Sole's first single "Bottle of Humans". After being once more blown the fuck away, I researched Tim Holland himself on wikipedia and found out he was in a group with Slug. So some time passed, and I was skeptical to get The Taste of Rain, but once I did, I couldn't stop being impressed, not even if I wanted to find their lyrics and concepts dull. One song that stood out most to me first was THe Scarecrow Speaks. I'm not one for encouraging and inspiring songs, but every verse in this song made me begin to question my inactivity at times.

Sole saying "Be what ya speak, never speak on what ya be." and "It ain't that hard but stand if ya ready to be a man" really impressed itself upon my lethargy and insecurity.

Doseone saying "I come to you with one heart, broken in two, gnashed hands, and many flaws, A MAN" and "Make you yours" and "I implore you....just think" still gives me chills to this day because so many rappers aren't willing to say they're a man, even with a flawed demeanor and being. Also "simplistically, topsoil is no sea shell full of bitter ocean body, but it can be," encapsulates the sheer ambiguity of life itself in a mere sentence.

Alias saying "I consider myself blessed when I think" really personifies the maturity of his style and the truth he effortlessly encompasses in his raps.

Slug saying "God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree, now there's no reason left for you to breathe." makes me laugh even now. Him ending his verse with "trying to speak to the class and justify the act of pointing my finger at your head and asking you what the fuck is that?" also reiterated the importance of consideration and conscious thought for me.

This all got the ball rolling for who I am now and feel I'm still growing as. This album also has its fair share of more traditional, braggadocios raps and even some well placed humor. Check this shit out.



I've also thrown in some freestyles I've gotten this past year. Two are about 5 minutes and one is.....wait for it.....30 fucking minutes. I highly suggest signing up for Sole's forum HERE for more potential exclusives like this.

Deep Puddle Dynamics - The Taste of Rain ... Why Kneel?
+ Freestyles
Mediafire

The kind of concert I wanna be caught alive at

Bet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen you'd choke
And foam comes out your headphones
And little men in black would scurry around and jump on dicks
Saying "Yo champ, keep the heads noddin'", I keep heads still



If I ever perform, I hope to god I attract an audience like that, people who would rather listen to the art than let it make them loose control of their body as if it were a drug. Or rather, I'd hope my music would be this rational and intellectual that it would be like a drug that allows the audience to explore their own consciousness and mind.

Doseone, too, is a badass.

i come to you with one heart broken in two,
lashed hands, and many flaw, a man.
in return i ask only an ego that's unbiased listen,
to what i speak of, offers freedom from mind,
freedom from a focused impulse, free.
and not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle,
union, musket, and compass sense of liberty
which our forefathers in holy-wood have fed and sold us for scores.
i’m eluding, and rightfully so, to salvage clear-headedness
of composed fated state of human being no grand inquisitor myself.
i pour forth a pensive, frown upon and frustrated, humble, however furious.
this reason for being here, this well you’ve found is phenomenal alone.
in the immortal words of oliver wendell holmes,
"a mind that is stretched to a new idea never returns to its original dimension."
simplistically, topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean body, but it can be.
changing for and from, triumph to mystery, every somehow has a place,
where you dare not set foot and can’t see a thing.
so weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds,
and be unbounded no longer,
manipulative, let it go. go, let the wandering take it all in.
generate, make you yours, my masters, my pupils, my equals,
drop, decorate, i implore you, just think.