the Bohemian Archives

January 2011

Booda Monk airbrushing

Booda Monk: A hip-hop pioneer

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Filed under Investigations, Spotlight
Designed clothing, boom boxes, vinyl records, and other creations pop and sizzle behind Booda Monk’s tattoo shop window at 132 25th St. His palette takes from Baltimore’s day and night sky, the colors of which he would study and compare when he was learning his craft. Booda paints koi fish on canvasses and laid-back yet [...]     Read More →



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Chatter: with Russ Smith

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Filed under Investigations
When I meet up with Russ Smith at his unassuming Falls Road cottage-cum-office, the season’s first storm is raging with pride and gale-force winds. As rain thrashes at the windows and his two sleepy employees patter around downstairs, Smith spouts off on the irrelevance of print dailies, how he nearly flunked out of Johns Hopkins [...]     Read More →



Bacon

It’s All About Bacon

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Filed under Uncategorized
When I was a child my parents forbade me to put maple syrup on my pancakes.  But I loved the taste of the sweet, sugary syrup mixed with the crunchy, salty bacon.  Maybe my parents saw the mixing of the two as a crude, or maybe they never tried it and didn’t know how delectable [...]     Read More →



by J. Braedon Jones

Can you go harder, Baltimore?

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Filed under Investigations
Baltimore is not a rapper’s city. Don’t get me wrong, the omnipresent voice of Rick Ross claiming to be “Big Meech” can be heard blasting from every other car in the city, but that’s hardly a local phenomenon. Baltimoreans love rap. We just hate Baltimorean rappers. Over the last 10 years there have been countless [...]     Read More →



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Our Hero, in “THE MYSTERY OF DOING A THING”

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Filed under Voices
And fiendishly back at it, O.H. is, eliciting fiendishly loud clicks from his sector of the dark dorm room. All this after a long hiatus centered roughly around a stupid mindfucky train he’d let through his head a week prior, about how B.O.-stinky undergrads shouldn’t write meta plays for the showcase thing, and how he [...]     Read More →



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Train Hopping

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Filed under Voices
Who knew the heart could beat with the intensity of a locomotive? Myself. if you can’t count the lug nuts, don’t do it. If you die here they will identify you from a pile of rot jammed between the ten ton tires, a blight on the glimmering top edge of rusted track. Otherwise, what could [...]     Read More →



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Water

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Filed under Voices
I keep microwaving water while she, my roommate, stands in her periwinkle terrycloth bathrobe, telling me about how the world is going to end. “Don’t you get it? Haven’t you noticed? The heat keeps rising and the sirens are more frequent now. Especially in the mornings.” I take teabags from the orange cardboard box. Our [...]     Read More →