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VOL.XI
Recording these songs every night in the shed was amazing. I'd chain smoke, drink O’Doul’s and write all night. I was getting this feeling that things were changing. I blamed it on the weather turning from winter to spring.

It had been a year since my life had exploded. I was now a steady 155 pounds. I had a new girl. My job was going good. For some reason though, I felt like a boxer who had won the fight but had been tagged badly.

At the ranch, I was secluded from society and any form of media. I didn’t actually find out about the Boston bombings until three days after it had happened.

Being secluded like this, I was able to look at this time from an outsider perspective. I looked at it as a piece of theater. All these characters from my real life, I had created alternate lives for them to live in my songs. Even though everything I wrote was based in reality, I was taking myself and others and writing about it as I saw them. Writing like it was fact but also emotionally removed that maybe in real life they were actually separate people. I was confused between what was real and the image I had created.

“It’s been a year since you instilled fear, in the rear view mirror of broken hearts and cliché English essays”

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Like a parallel universe,
Or an episode of the twilight zone,
It’s like this life wasn’t mine
Even as time moves and things are fine
It’s like I was given a different script,
Half way through a movie that was going fine
An old man told me to just call it out
But I didn’t hear a thing
Like getting angry at the moon could do anyone any good,
Reflections of the past unknown,
As we know feelings repressed,
Can make actions go in in some strange directions
But it only seems erratic because you’ve never felt the weight of the underground
Or seen the waves of sounds or the way dancers push each other around
I put my faith in nothing and I’m seeing a return
And it makes this court house seem funny,
Even more, it makes it seem intellectually, just so damn lazy

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from An Introduction to Bashful Hips Vol​.​I - Vol​.​XIV, released December 22, 2014

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Bashful Hips Chicago, Illinois

Bashful Hips is an Avant Garde project from the mind of Ian Fellerman. Bringing his sometimes searing, sometimes hilarious but always poignant observations to bear over an entire stable of Noise Rock/Hip Hop informed Electronica, Ian's music is never stable, always changing and searching for the sound to express his feelings.
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