WELCOME TO CF  HAWN

To Dig the Wig, or to Split the Wig: or How one becomes a CF Hawn Star or CF Hawn: Where arthouse meets crackhouse There were flashes of lights, opening doors, and sterile, overpriced, but strikingly dilapidated hotel rooms. Notices inside contained bizarre and implausible names like “Venice Beach”. When exiting the final one, I wandered into a vast area in front of the crackhead/hooker motel, and a giant sky and an already bright sun greeted me. The vastness implored that I not, in any way, mess with it. Only after stumbling into the neighboring store and coming upon the giant sign and seeing the letters D-A-L-L-A-S did I realize how far I had come. After a couple of days roaming deliriously, I finally collapsed in exhaustion on the side of the freeway. As I began to regain consciousness, my eyes slowly came into focus on the one sign of hope on the bleak landscape. I made out two carefully inscribed words: Bella /Vida. Which I took as a promise to the better times ahead, and the guarantee of what would become, a beautiful life indeed. There was a crash as a mechanical beast peeled back the gates and roared with such force it was heard throughout the complex then a thunder as a large metal crate crashed to the ground scraping the pavement. Hastily I brought the components in and reassembled what was once the 2105, notorious studio of the Fire Brigade. I came to learn I had arrived in CF Hawn. The central part of Dallas’ hood-but-not-quite-ghetto area of Greedy Grove, in the southeast of the city. For the first month, I recorded constantly, exiting to meander about in search of friendly natives who might guide me. I was met with overt suspicion, outright or chilling silence. Undeterred, I pressed onward, in full freakish garb while proudly displaying the CF Logo upon myself and each night displaying a sign in the lighted section of the outside building- the symbol of two crossed axes. At last, this announcement of my arrival was answered by the most compelling figure I could hope for. It was he: Bone aka Yung Bone the Great aka The Genius aka B1 BON, Napoleon BONEapart the man who stands apart., the section 8th wonder of the world… Though it was a great joy to work with all of the people Bone brought in and placed before the microphone and I, it was Da Monnie, who wished to seize upon the opportunity with the most determination. I proposed giving these masters of the southside gangstalated rap studio time in exchange for their guest verses on tracks from the Fire Brigade and G’Odd solo. Verses they spit out with precision and fire in a matter of moments. It was then we embarked on what would become the quest to fuse the most abstract and experimental aspect of the Fire Brigade realm with the realism and rap sensibility of the CF Hawn scene to create a series of mind blowing tracks, that we must now unleash upon the world. There was a learning experience for all to share as a Portland art fag and some So Dal bad asses worked together, but this trial and smoke-filled air bore these first 3 songs, and the brilliant solo eps of Da Monnie and Bone. These initial 3 collaboration tracks, compiled in the first volume of the Bella Vida series also feature a couple of my favorite artists from the many who have passed through, Tate and Voodoo Child. The growing numbers and accumulated musical wealth made it clear that I must call out through the AXE-COM, and ask Boxhead Walker to halt his world travels and find his way to CF Hawn and complete our crew. CF Hawn is our loosely disorganized collective. CF Hawn is our neighborhood, it is our studio, it is our flag and it is where other rappers wish they were. Welcome to CF Hawn and visit us here, in THE ZONE G’Odd Summer 2AFF (after Fire Brigade Formation) Greedy Grove, Dallas, Texas Hoist the Axe