What can I say to make everyone feel what I feel when hearing this music and listening to the man talk. Well this I guess is the only why to understand where I am coming from.
Born June 1975 into a military family. Youngest of 3. It was good.I was a mama’s boy. My parents are still together and still happy. Dad was Air Force/Vietnam Vet. Watched He-man, G.I.Joe, Transformers, Mask, etc… Was not the most handsome of boys and as I grow older I had a BAD case of acne. Also was very tall for my age. I started drawing at 6 and draw just about every day throughout my life. Had a wonderful imagination. Was able to make friends E-Z.
Me and my brother (the middle child) had my dads eye. Pitcher in baseball. excelled in school and was at my school yrs known as a Jock. He showed allot of the Italian side of our blood. Had maybe one pimple in his life. He picked on me all the time. When he left for the Army though it was love for one another after that.
My sister was the oldest and had the most influence on me. She taut me things like passion for animals, not to be a man that beats women, D&D, drawing, and Music. Started out with Billy Idol, The Romantics. My sisters fav at the time. the MTV area. when it first came out so you can get the picture. As I grow it went from 80′s glam to 90′s Rock. Metallica, AC/DC, etc… at first I was against Rape. I always was fond of that slow melodic evil sound. and my Art and music reflected that.
Art, music, movies, and games became my fav things to do when I was at home. But I mostly was outside with friends. At 16 I picked up the Bass and started playing in Bands here and there. Got close 1 time but couldn’t find a band that would stick together.
Got married at 23 and had 2 boys. it was looking good till wifie cheated MANY times. Got married to my middle school sweetheart and to keep her, at 27 went into the Army. That wasn’t the only reason. 9/11 happened and I was a military brat so I had to answer my countries Call to Arms. Plus wasn’t doing to good at keeping jobs. I did learn allot though. I learned Automotive, Industry, phlebotomy, Security, Management, Worked with teens. But needed something stable.
The Army. Enlisted to be an Armored Crew Member. In short a “TANKER”. Basic was hard and yes at one point in everyone’s basic training experience has at lest one tear next to it. But I got through it. That was the end of 2002. I didn’t know it at the time but that would be the last time I would ever see myself as I was ever again. After basic I went to one of the most historical Cavalry Units in the Military. The 1st CAV. 1-7 A Trp 2nd Tank platoon 3rd tank. Wing tank to the LT’s tank. In Dec 03 I married my middle school sweetheart. We got orders to leave for Iraq in March 04 so for the whole first yr I was out training. The day before I was leaving to go My new wife says shes pregnant. COOL!!! Something to look forward to. It was no joke over there. I was one of the one’s out patrolling the biggest sector in Baghdad. Within that sector was the Green Zone, and IED ally on up to the Airport. At first it was scary. In the first 2 weeks I was there a Roadside Bomb went off on my side of the vehicle I was on and knocked me back. Tat was Life hitting me to say WAKY WAKY MOTHAFUCKA. I was shot at at lest once a day. Got wounded by a mortar and received a purple heart. Seen what was a good Staff Sargent, Good Father, Wise man, the only Native American in that troop, Good friend to all the troop, die a horrible death by IED. Most of what I did over there I will not go into. But through it all had my music, honor, and the thought that I was living as a Warrior for the first time. A soldier of the United States. Man that felt good. When I came back I was like a real hero in the eyes of most Americans. Felt good.
But everything has an end.
Came back and things were good for the most part. Got stationed in our hometown do to the fact that she wasn’t going to take the kids out of the US and into Germany. I wanted Germany. But no so went back to our hometown. she was able to get smoke. there and she loves the smoke. so did I but I wasn’t supposed to be smoking. With the PTSD, stress of being kicked out for my weight, new babe, military life, just got back from war, I said fuck it. they hadn’t piss tested me since I got there a yr ago. So I got High as shit. Next day. They called my name. Ain’t that a bitch. I was honest and I did my punishment with pride. Then the Army did something that even my dad was surprised they did. Because my legs were injured do to stress fractures I could pass a PT test. I was training every day but it wasn’t enough and the fuckers did a double jeopardy on me and kick me out for the smoke. Something I already was punished for. Then after a month my loving wife kicks me out on the street. My cuz( a Juggalo) was living with an old bandmate of mine so they took me in.
Was able to find a good job for a few yrs. Got the divorce, a 2000 metallic red camaro with T tops. Life was starting to look up but I was at odds with everything and everyone. You know the office tip. They bitch about how there feet are uncomfortable and they NEED a foot rest. But I worked hard.
While working there me and my cuz would hang and smoke one before I would go to work. we would bake in my car and listen to music for 2 hrs. every mon – fri. He came out one day with a blunt and an ICP CD. At first I told him I didn’t like that music. They were like all the others. He said “wait and listen or he was going to take the blunt back in”. lol My shit his wrap. It was The Great Malinko so I said fine. From there I have grown into a true juggalo. I have listened (and I mean really listened) to the lyrics of everyone on the psychopathic’s record label. While working I would listen to pandora radio. Listening to ICP I started also listening to Tech n9ne.
Stock market crashed and I was laid off. Almost did away with it. but instead I went to the VA. They Labeled me Disabled and started receiving a check.
Since then I have been taking my meds and staying inside my house. I just recently found the woman I have been looking for and we have been living ok. But there is always the war back in my head and what life has put a good person through.
I see all the shit I fought for go strait down the drain do to corruption and I have been made for a while.
I was playing a video game not to long ago and was listening to some tech n9ne and some ICP on youtube, I heard the music start. It sounded new. I was just starting to Tank a dungeon when I heard “Nightmare Walk’in Psycho path talk”. I remembered the song colors from my middle school days and first thought it was a new remake. but who was this? Minimized the screen and seen Kung FU Vampire. I thought wow this dude is cool. then listening to a list of his songs came to an interview he had talking about his views and such. This guy is not only a great artist but a great man. He is a perfect fit for psychopathic and strange music. You have inspired me. Haven’t felt like that since I first listened to ICP.
You are great bro. Don’t ever give this up. I will be listening to your stuff closely and spreading your music everywhere I can. I give you my Promise.
First off KFV has gotten me through some dark shit in my life and I feel like I can keep going when I listen to his music.
Lets do everything we can to spread the word of the Kung Fu Vampire blood nation.
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