Merry Christmas

"Santa Clause is an impostor. Ain't no white man coming down your chimney with presents. Maybe with handcuffs! That's right. Y'all heard it from me"

- Random man on Market St. San Francisco, CA

Boston

San Francisco

Who reads this crappy blog

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I am Chip Man

I am the potato chip man
every day I deliver these potato chips
some are made of potatoes
some are not
some are made of mystery things
some are made with corn
some are deep fried in stuff
it bubbles and gooze
some are baked in ovens
they burn people in ovens sometimes too
sometimes while they are alive
I deliver the chips though
some are crispy unless they are stale
then
they are slightly moist and chewy
why is that?
some have cheese on them
no no no not cheese cheese
powdered cheese
duuuuh
yea some have salt and vinegar and sour cream powder and barbecue
but not barbecued chicken
barbecue sauce powder stuff
every day I deliver these chips to stores and gas stations and super markets
every day I go home
every day I think about driving the truck off the bridge
but I don't
the people need the chips
at the end of a week
(really, the only day I like)
i get a bunch of paper tickets
with these I like to buy some chips of my own
the company gives me a discount
they have big fancy houses
I like the cheese ones
sometimes I like to mix them with the barbecue
sometimes I use them to cut my arm and watch myself bleed
on saturday I take my kids places, mow the lawn mohawk concrete patch
I'm lucky
lots of people would kill to be the chip man
like that guy over there drinking the listerine in his own bodily fluids
yea some say he used to deliver chips too
monday I'll go deliver the chips
and start the week all over again
one day I will die
and someone else will deliver the chips

Gentrifucknationwhiteghettomallslut

White flight. White people leave cities and breed in suburbs

Gentrification. White people offspring return to cities and bring suburbs with them creating hipster movement and resident permit parking

Bryan moves to suburban city, jogs a lot, has thoughts.

If Shit Rolls down Hill Part 2

In response to me recent blog about not wanting to work on a hill where shit was rolling down and wanting to avoid setting myself up for said shit avalanche a friend commented "Its all a hill"
And then I thought "damn, he's right" The world is round. Its a giant, or small, ball. You can not exist on a ball without being on a hill. Since the world is curved the whole thing is a hill. My friend is right. Shit is unavoidable. Shit....Happens...

The Miracle of Science

Once upon a time I was a busker

Once upon a time I was a busker.
I was a bad-ass motherfucker busker
Cutting my teeth sharp
Go play 100 gigs to your clapping friends
or hit the streets for a few days and see what you really got
I had some of my best shows ever at Park St Station and Harvard square
Sometimes I wouldn't make much
Sometimes I'd make a lot
it all depends on your spot
amplification is also key
I'm not much of a busker anymore
My skins gotten too thin
or I'm not desperate enough
I suppose I got enough validation from strangers to start playing for clapping friends
I remember long Saturdays playing for burrito money
going underground in the cold
coming out of porter square station in a blizzard
20 dollars richer
huffing all my gear through the snow covered streets to an apartment in Cambridge I shared with 2 roommates
I lit Harvard square on fire one night
Burnt it down
I could hear the smart kids screaming
my fire hurt so much
made 100 bucks in an hour
thats not every night
thats not every time
Sometimes I'd make a buck
take a beating
shit luck
no meaning
I played all originals
Sure I guess its easy to please the masses and go out and play a bunch of covers that everyone knows and throws
dollars and quarters
pelting you in the head
you can play freebird for that asshole walking by
or play happy birthday for Mr Impressive out with his girl dropping 50 cents in your case like your a jukebox
are you a jukebox
or a joke?
Get a job if you wanna do that shit
I play happy birthday my own way
or I don't play it at all
go play your own shit your own way and see what people really think
see if they listen
see if they know what you mean
are you an artist, a performer
or both?
have you ever made someone cry
with your own tears
transformed into notes
and words
somehow magically like some sort of soul stew
Or you can go do Bonjovi songs
whatever man
whatever floats your boat
I find myself in Berkeley California with a handful of new songs and very little money
the more things change the more they stay the same
Figure I'll check out the busker scene
the more things change the more they stay the same
no amp
no mic
just me and a guitar
A few people dropped me some loot and a nod
a crazy lady got in my face and started yelling at me about making her cry last week.
Someplace I never was and something I never did
2 paralyzed homeless dudes got most of the money coming out of peoples pockets
one woman yelled from down the corridor that "I was pretty good. Keep it up"
I yelled back "Thanks for the validation. I was just about to quit until you told me that"
Mostly people ignored me and went about their business
as I do when I ride trains
a lot of people looked over their shoulder
I made 6 bucks and a condom
almost covered cost
The motherfucking BART is a goddamn ripoff I don't care what anybody says
everyones a comedian
I did get to work on my new songs without disrupting the landlord
I wasn't expecting much
I know you need an amp and a mic and a mic stand and a good spot to make anything
I killed a friday night dead though
that night is dead
so dead
not breathing, not eating, not complaining or straining
dead
I bought 3 tacos for 39 cents each
what a fucking deal
went home and looked for jobs on the Internet
Once upon a time I was a busker
I'm not cut out for busking anymore

The Greatest Tattoo EVER

My favorite dictator

If shit rolls down hill

If shit rolls down hill
I am not going to work on a hill.

I'm about as Irish as

I'm about as Irish as an Italian sub from Dimitrios Greek pizza shop on Dorchester ave, purchased by a Vietnamese woman driving a Japanese car, who brought it back to her apartment in an African American neighborhood, that was once a Jewish neighborhood, and ate it in front of a TV while watching the World Cup and listening to Reggaeton being played by some Spanish dudes that were driving by, on Saint Patricks Day in 1978.

http://www.bryanmcpherson.blogspot.com

The New Paparazzi

The New Paparazzi are your friends. They are your family. They are complete strangers. Their newspaper is whatever the social media of the minute is. You are the new celebrity. Be prepared. They are watching and waiting. They have an unlimited supply of film and the capability to send it to thousands of people in seconds. Red eye? Stupid face? Criminal act? Anonymous 12 step meeting? They ask no questions. They are lurking in the shadows waiting to strike and tag your ass all over the web.

What I been up to?

Q: What have I been up to?

A: To respond publicly(eeek) on the interweb to a few friends and family who have been asking. I'm in California! Since I been here, I been relatively quiet on the web and on the phone. I have found it useless and boring to blabber on and on on facebook and blogs and myspaces and chose to rather soak it all in. Before I left Boston, I went in to the studio to lay some songs down. I recorded 10 and learned how I want to record the rest of the record. Half of the songs I recorded I will most likely release once I mix them. They sound really good. It was a marathon 2 day lesson in intensity. It was a great learning experience for how I want to do the rest of the the songs I been writing and have written recently. Possibly a collection released in 3 easy installments!
California is rad. The bay area is awesome and chilly and conducive for creativity. I have written 5 songs since I been here. I've gone on some adventures and played some of the most unique shows ever. From Live at The Stork(look for possible 7 inch), To Campfire Fest, to the Mel-o-Dee lounge, Santa Cruz, and Todd's 4th of July Shindig. The shows have been rad and so have all the bands and artists I have played with! Its been great meeting a lot of new people. Everyone has been really welcoming and I've had a lot of fun.
The fun is over! I feel its time to get to work, literally. I just got a new day job to feed myself and keep a roof over my head while I plot my next move in global domination. Muahahaha! I also want to start exploring studios and recording for 2 more installments. More on that at 11.
That being said I need money to do all of this. That's where the work comes in. Unless I magically get signed to some label in a decaying industry, I will most likely be self-releasing this stuff. My path playing songs has not been easy, but I'm gonna keep it up, even though sometimes I wanna just say fuck playing shows and pursuing this and go to college. Believe it or not, a TON of work goes into this stuff. Everybody loves the college though. Smoking is bad for your health and wear a bike helmet too, asshole.
Anyways, that's my music stuff update. Other than that, the tacos out here are amazing and they are as available as Dunkin Donuts in Boston. The coffee can take the rust off of metal and there are dollar stores everywhere. I'm good! Next I wanna see some redwoods and head north for a possible one off or 2 in Portland and Seattle. A couple of my favorite places. That's it. Gonna go hit up a taco truck. Peace out!

P.S. I am well aware of my elimination of the word "have" from phrases like "What I been up to". So officially take your PHD in Grammar and stick it somewhere.

Campfire Fest 2010

Some pics from The Campfire Fest I played this past weekend at Lake Shasta, California. I didn't take any pictures of myself because that would have been too difficult.









Alexander Hudjohn


Brian Hanover


Larry and His Flask

Get with the Fokken program

Die Antwoord is the shit ok.

Leaving

Gaslight Anthem on the beach with blue eyes
Leaving love is life
Walking with slush puppies in the summertime
Breathing heat and leaving
Believing there is something
Over the hills I have to climb
The rivers I have to cross
And the heart I leave behind

Banksy NOT in Cambridge

Banksy NOT in Cambridge

Rise up Girl!

Rise up Girl. Rise The Fuck Up!
Its not everyday that someone tattoos a lyric from one of my songs on their arm.

Viva Os Wegas

Banksy in Cambridge

So I just saw the Banksy art on Essex St in Cambridge.
A large man with a red sox cap in need of a belt walked by proclaiming his 5 year old niece could create better art than this.
I read online people saying he's only doing it here because he is on "tour" to support his movie. I thought why should anyone even bother?

Basement Poetry

May 6th 2010,
Before the show in Syracuse ,Tom Around The World hooked up a little performance at Underground Poetry Spot. Its in the basement of a Chinese restaurant. It was a very cool spot and they were very supportive.

Video From Art Show at TT's

Art and Music May 1st

The Dog

The Dog has a shiny silver bowl
He actually has 2 shiny silver bowls
One bowl is for food
The other bowl is for water
Sometimes while he is eating, he sees another dog in the bowl
and he growls
and the dog in bowl growls
and then he barks
and the dog in the bowl barks
and then he growls some more
and then he barks some more
This can go on for an afternoon
Until I say "Gus, stop barking at yourself!"
and then he comes to my room for a pet

Thank you!

I got back from my west coast tour and got slammed with the flu! So, I been in bed with a high fever for the last week. This is the first day I've felt OK enough to actually write something on here. I just wanted to take a little time and personally thank everyone that helped me out on that one. It may have been a solo tour but I definitely did not do it on my own!
Much thanks to Jacqui Deegan! Matty V for getting the ball rolling and being the best temporary, non manager, advice giving, I'm not your manager, manager I ever had. Jessica Jekel for carting my ass around and putting the bug in my ear! Brian Mathews: Patron of the Arts. So here are the rest mofos. Nathan, Joe, Jessica and the rest of you crazy fuckers down in Carlsbad CA, for making that show. Long live the southern Californian tacos! Adam Shaw and Mike Mcolgan for getting me booked. Alex's Bar in the LBC. I always wanted to see where Sublime was from. I have no shame for liking Sublime. They were waaaay better than your crappy band. Trip Bar and Alex in LA for putting me on on 2 hours notice! Nicole for letting a strange person live in her living room for a few days. Ken Casey and Todd Benoit in SF for setting up that super rad show and SF tour. I shall return to the Bay Todd. I'll bring Wee Wee pads. Everyone at The Medicine Agency Gallery and Jason White! Pinhead Gunpowder what? Green Day what? Steve Neary, Brian Hanover and Brian Stevens and the attack of the Brians. Christopher Jonsson in Santa Cruz. Dude, we gotta catch up on the facebook! Sues Java for the free coffee. Just about made it to Seattle on that stuff. Chris from Action Patrol. Pleased to meet ya. Thanks for the T! The Plea for Peace Center in Stockton CA for letting me open up that punk rock show. Stockton CA for letting me leave alive and with my guitar. All of the happy cows on the California Coast. Your happiness makes me happy. The entire Pacific Northwest for the pretty hills and trees. Seattle! Rev and Liz and Success! For the awesome house show and Seattle tour. Rev, thanks for the corn dog mints. Austin and Anna for the hospitality! That's a very comfy couch FYI. Oh yea good burgers too. Portland Oregooooon! Vegan Mecca. All the fly chicas in Portland for sure ;) Kirsten Ringen. Alexander Hudjohn for setting up that show and the free-for-all afterward. Classic. Good times for sure. The Alleyway for having the show! Rebecca and her "friend" for coming all the way from Somerville! And last but not least, all my awesome friends and supportive family for putting up with this whack shit for all these years. Can't wait for the next tour. If I missed you on this list, I apologize. I blame it on the swine. Alright y'all. Back to bed. Hey, lets make a new record huh?

- Bryan

3/16/10 @ House of Blues Boston with the Dropkick Murphy's and Sick of It All

March 16th, 2010 at The House of Blues Boston, with the Dropkick Murphy's and Sick of It All
Photographs by Ilya Mirman.

West Coast Tour

July 5

July 5 live at Wreck The Halls, at The Paradise in December, Boston MA