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Bored Up in This Room

from Refinery by Reuben Walton

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This song is another blast from my significantly less-polished musical past. As the title suggests, I was quite bored, and this is off the top of my head, stone-cold sober freestyling using an instrumental downloaded off of LimeWire™ (may the good Lord rest their soul). The instrumental is the instrumental for Mario's song "Let Me Love You (Remix feat. Jadakiss and T.I.)". My vocals for "Bored Up in This Room" were recorded via my MacBook's built-in microphone in my dorm room in the Berklee College of Music dorms on Massachusetts Avenue in Boston, MA, when I was staying there for the 2007 Five Week Summer Performance Program when I was 16 and was disillusioned with the program because of all the obsessive emphasis on technical virtuosity and my feelings of inadequacy in light of that. In retrospect I should've done the program with voice as my primary instrument instead of guitar, since it seemed like everyone else there for guitar was shredding up a storm while I at that time mostly just liked playing chords while I sang. But I didn't know what I didn't know, and hindsight is always 20/20. For some reason I made my vocals sound somewhat like they were coming in over a telephone or weirdly compressed or filtered in some way, I think wanting to make sure that my voice could be heard over the beat. When I was recording this I was occasionally wary of the possibility of my two roommates coming in and hearing me, since I had headphones on while recording so I could hear the beat and it wouldn't be playing in the background of the vocals like in some of my other lesser recording setups. So anytime I thought I heard thumping or noise that wasn't coming in over my headphones I would think they were about to open the door and come into the room, and I would briefly get all quiet and embarrassed. This song was originally uploaded to my SoundClick page at www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music&songcount=107&offset=0&currentPage=2 on Wednesday 9/26/2007 and was listed as part of my "Blunt Juice" album, before it was later included on this album, Refinery. I think I had originally intended for it to be on "Blunt Juice - Disc 1", since I hadn't yet decided at that point to make it a double-disc album, which didn't end up panning out anyway due to me being busy with school at Sturgis Charter Public School in Hyannis, MA, United States and with other musical projects. So by the time this was released on my album Refinery it was almost four years old. The artwork for this song is a very dim and low-resolution picture taken on the evening of Tuesday 9/11/2007 of my friends Jocelyn Laurie (right, 17) and Amber Scanlan (left, 17) with Jocelyn sitting on the edge of the passenger side window and Amber with the driver's side door open, showing how we had jimmy-rigged (or fixed in a makeshift way) Amber's windshield wipers since it was raining and they weren't working. We did it by tying shoelaces together and tying one two big strings of shoelaces tied together to the windshield wiper, so it could be pulled back and forth across the windshield manually through the cracked open driver and passenger side windows by the driver and passenger. True to form, there are a number of references and notable meanings in the lyrics which I will explain here. The lyric “biting the rye like Madonna” is actually a reference to the lyric “Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye” from Don McLean’s classic song “American Pie” off of his 1971 album American Pie. However, because I was born in 1991, my first encounter with this song was when Madonna released a cover version of it in March 2000 to promote the soundtrack of her film The Next Best Thing (2000), on which it was featured. My lyric “I don’t care, even if it is cliché I will rap the muthafuckin’ way that I want” is there because for a long time I felt that there was a perception that local rappers are supposed to not emulate the commercial rap on the radio, but rather manufacture a pretentious “socially conscious” lyrical point of view in order to boost their credibility among other local rappers. I didn’t really give too much thought to that idea, I just made the music I wanted to make. The lyric “I’m like, w-whatever that girl’s name was, the one who showed Amber that CD/Ain’t No Other Crystal”, I’m referring to a girl that came into my late friend Amber Scanlan’s work when she worked at Papa Gino’s in 2006 back when they had one at the Falmouth Mall. Her name was Crystal and she was a local female rapper who knew Amber and she gave her a burned copy of her latest CD/mixtape entitled Ain’t No Other, which Amber and I listened to. The phrase “Merry Crystal Methmas” is a direct quote from Debra Wilson portraying Whitney Houston in a famous late 2002 Mad TV skit parodying her iconic Wednesday 12/4/2002 ABC Primetime interview with Diane Sawyer. The lyric “smokin’ creeks in the dark/lookin’ like Princess Superstar” is a reference to a lyric in Princess Superstar’s song Dichotomy off of her 2001 album Princess Superstar Is, in which she says “I'm a narc smokin’ trees in the dark part of the car park”. “Trees” as most people know, is a slang term for cannabis. The lyric “eatin’ a turd like a muthafuckin’ jit chink” is referring to how it seemed like everytime I stumbled upon the crazy smutty extreme side of the internet, it seemed like there was an overabundance of Asians (particularly the Japanese) on porn sites depicting coprophilia, also known as scat. It also seemed like they were about tied with Germans and central Europeans with regard to their representation in this genre of porn, and maybe they still are. Why this is the case and why this fixation seems to exist, has been the subject of a lot of articles and online discussion, often delving into culture and history, etc. But that is beyond the scope of this song description. The lyric “hope my roommates don’t come in the room ageen/“ was just me once again self-consciously worrying aloud that my roommates would come into the room and catch me recording and I would be embarassed. I also took liberties with the pronunciation of the word “again” in that line, just so it would rhyme. References to the South (the Southern United States of America, that is) reflect my ongoing interest at that time in Southern and Dirty South Hip-Hop/Rap music, particularly by female rappers. This was in spite of this unspoken sense that I was supposed to only like Jay Z and Nas and other comparatively buttoned-up, relatively non-ratchet East Coast/Northeast/socially conscious Hip-Hop/Rap artists, even though Southern and Dirty South Hip-Hop/Rap music was what was blowing up on top 40 radio at the time with seemingly endless club bangers. I then try to lead into this barely-there hook by ending my first verse with “and the hook goes…” as I think I had heard some artists do that. The chorus once again references my fear of being walked in on by my roommates. The lyric “Yeah, I’m a bad ass mutha wit a big fat rag/got these niggas…while I toss it up/“ is influenced and partially lifted from Dirty South Divas’ song “Look Back at It”. Dirty South Divas were also known as DSD, and they worked with Khia and appeared on her 2002 debut album Thug Misses. I now think that rather than strictly “corny”, as I described them and Khia, a term that Amber Scanlan and I used to apply liberally in describing almost anything funny or otherwise, I would describe their sound as female Southern/Dirty South Hip-Hop/Rap music with vocals so dripping in Southern drawl that they border on camp, and to the extent that they sometimes even surpass Khia in this department. I am also a huge fan of Khia despite her blocking me on Twitter, where her account is @QueenKhia, and I will continue to support her music and career. The lines where I mention Johnny Cash and Eighty-Six are sort of me sticking it to the heteropatriarchical male rock establishment, who I might’ve felt alienated from and vaguely oppressed by. Johnny Cash, however, was a world-famous country music legend, while Eighty-Six was just a local rock band from the Woods Hole, MA and Falmouth, MA area that I got the sense were worshipped by the sprinkling of local white indie kids and bros in the area. This of course probably made me feel threatened or resentful in some way, which probably led to me referencing them in this song. It was probably also just the general kind of 2000’s Eminem-esque lyrical aesthetic where you namedrop random celebrities and public figures and make incendiary quips about them. I mention Eiffel 65 after I mention the word blue, in reference to their 1999-2000 eurodance hit single “Blue (Da Ba Dee)” and I say “like it’s 2000 all over again” because that’s when I remember that song being popular. When I follow “wen Stefani is so hotty and the chronny in the body, dot a little little lotty/“ with “and I already said that in one of my other songs, B”, I’m referring to how I used a very similar line in a previous, similarly low-budget Hip-Hop/Rap song I did called “Number of Minutes”, which I think was originally released on my SoundClick page at www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music&songcount=107&offset=0&currentPage=2 on Wednesday 9/26/2007 as part of my album Blunt Juice. I don’t think it has since been released on Bandcamp, but I will change that soon. In that song I also used the line “and the hook goes…”. The line “but I really don’t care and really don’t care if you try to mention me/“ could be a reference to an Eminem lyric with the phrase “mention me”, from his song “Without Me” off of his album The Eminem Show. The line “I just chill smoke and roll through the hood” is a quote from the lyrics to Khia’s song “I’ve Been High” off of her 2006 sophomore album Gangstress. I mention the book “Girl with a Pearl Earring” by Tracy Chevalier because I was reading it for my summer reading for going into my junior year at Sturgis Charter Public School in Hyannis, MA for the 2007-2008 academic year. The line “I keep goin’ back to the grindy voice like Marilyn Manson/“ refers to how I sometimes have had a tendency, especially back when this was recorded, to have my rapping revert back into this really guttural and heavily vocal-fried voice. I can’t really put my finger on a specific artist it is influenced by, but I guess it’s sort of vaguely scurrilous, confrontational and bawdy. The mention of Marilyn Manson is because I noticed sometimes his vocals have that gritty vocal fry quality to them, from what I had heard from Amber Scanlan playing me some of his songs on her burned mix CDs. The lyric “don’t leave me there when I’m drunk, though” sounds like it could be in reference to one of my first big alcoholic jackpots I had in August 2007 when Me, Amber Scanlan, Kaeli Conley and a bunch of other people were chilling outside Kaeli’s house in East Falmouth, MA and I got way too drunk and ended up in the hospital after they left me on Kaeli’s lawn. But since I think this was recorded in July or at some time in August before that incident, I’m not 100% sure what that line is referencing, unless it was recorded during like the last few days of my time at Berklee College of Music’s 2007 Five Week Summer Performance Program, and after that had happened. But I thought that that incident happened after my last concert of the program, but maybe it was at the end of the last full week, followed after the weekend by the short few remaining days of concerts. I described the incident in much more detail at the time on my LiveJournal, and my father Matthew Walton did, to a lesser extent, in his diary. The lyric “Make you meet me” could’ve been a subconscious reference to Björk’s line “Make them leave me nature” in her song “Vertebræ by Vertebræ” off of her 2007 album Volta, which I think I misheard as “Make them meet me nature", like with her speaking from the point of view of nature personified.

lyrics

Verse 1:
Reuben Walton: Damn, damn, damn, there’s so much bass on the track, it might explode/might explode like a dick, and I’m really not even high, I’m just so fuckin’ bored up in this room/bored up in the croom, bored up in thy room, bored up in thy coom, board up ya house, board up lights s—fuck it/wait, wait, wait, there’s the high-pitched sound goin’ higher and higher/higher like a kite in the sky, higher like a bite in the rye/biting the rye like Madonna, smokin’ marijuana like Shawnna/it—the rapper, the rapper stab her/stab her in the back like a rapper/stab her in the capper/stab her cap her and cap her/scra—(pause) gotta get to the beat and I don’t care, even if it is cliché I will rap the muthafuckin’ way that I want/in the car, hauntin’ the house/hauntin’ the mrouse/lookin’ like a mouse out straight out the house straight out the South/even though I’m not from the South well technically I’m from South Falmouth/but they don’t call it that they call it WoHo/or Woods Hole as the old-timers like to say, P-Dub done shut the track down/so get the fuck up how you gonna act now?/wait, wait there’s another space/comin’ up in the back of the place/but wait, I can still rap even when I don’t hear the beat so fucka please/I’m like, w-whatever that girl’s name was, the one who showed Amber that CD/Ain’t No Other Crystal, Crystal, Crystal, Crystal Meth, Crystal Crystal Merry Crystal Methmas/smokin’ Crystal Meth at night/smokin’ Crystal Meth in the dark at night/with the mart on the dark smokin’ creeks in the dark/lookin’ like Princess Superstar/I’m such a superstar, I’m such a superstar/got hooters har, where are the hooters are?/they’re on your chest, silly, where the fuck did you think they were?/Think they were in the bird? Lookin’ like a bird at night with a turd/eatin’ a turd like a muthafuckin’ jit chink and eatin’ all the words/eatin’ all the words straight out of your mouth/(pause) gotta take a drink, gotta take a tink, gotta think, gotta think wait/hope my roommates don’t come in the room ageen/and I really just mispronounced that so I could make it rhyme, make it time, make it high, make it fly/make it flyer than a nigga err straight out the South, straight out the wouth, wait I just said that, what am I talkin’ about?/and the hook goes…
Chorus:
Pre-made instrumentals, yeah that’s how it goes/oh my God there’s thumping, I really hope nobody comes home/
Verse 2:
Yeah, I’m a bad ass mutha wit a big fat rag/got these niggas…while I toss it up/wait I stole that from DSD the band from the South, the ones that are even cornier than Khia on the mic/higher liah riah higher than a kite/higher than a kite, higher than a white guy at a rite/kinda morning wreallih cleanin’ the pipes/cleanin’ the rithe, cleanin’ the fipes, cleanin’ like the height/cleanin’ the Heights in Falmouth Heights with the rights/the right, Johnny kite, Johnny Cash/Johnny Cash can lick my ass and lick my fasten crap/craf and crap, craf and rats/Eighty-Six can do that too, they suck cock more than a fuckin’ grew/grew and grew, grew the shit, been to been through, what you know about blue, nigga?/Eiffel CC five in the rye/covered with Eiffel 65 like it’s 2000 all over again/in the back of the hen, back of the ren, back of the cleb/back of the cren, back of the quen and you know what when? When?/Gwen Stefani is so hotty and the chronny in the body, dot a little little lotty/and I already said that in one of my other songs, B/but I really don’t care and really don’t care if you try to mention me/cut his head, cut it right off and put it on a stick/parade it around the house ‘cause she’s takin’ a shit/really actin’ in the club, lookin’ magic in the bub/every rap nigga hub, and I’m walkin’ around in hella hub/in the bore hub, in the whore bub/mmm, (catches breath) yeah I didn’t say anything, didn’t say anything to the brats/didn’t say anything to the cat but I really don’t talk to cats/even when I’m high I don’t really talk to cats I just chill smoke and roll through the hood/roll through the hood and a roll through the bood, rollin’ the good and read a good book/read a bood book, like Girl with the Pearl Earring/can’t hear me? Can’t hear let me turn it up/turn it up like a muthafucka from a cut/straight out the back, straight out the gate, straight out the wait, straight out the hate/straight, don’t hate, don’t hate/I keep goin’ back to the grindy voice like Marilyn Manson/prancin’ around in a hats, pranny rounds in my ass, trannies around in the back, harrassin’ the back, crashin’ the rat, prance in a rat, prance in a hat/and the hook goes…(cut short)
Chorus:
Pre-made instrumentals, yeah that’s how it goes/oh my God there’s thumping, I really hope nobody comes home/
Verse 3: Oh wait, I should be rappin’ still/Pre-made Instrumental 2/two two two two two three/don’t you really really wanna try me, try me for a drink/don’t leave me there when I’m drunk, though, ‘cause I’ll make you meet me/yeah, now that’s some real shit for ya

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from Refinery, released September 10, 2011
Vocals by Reuben Walton
Vocal production by Reuben Walton
Lyrics by Reuben Walton, Debra Wilson, TaTa Parker and Khia Shamone Finch
Composed by Reuben Walton and Scott Storch
Programming by Reuben Walton
Produced by Scott Storch
Recorded by Reuben Walton and Scott Storch
Mixed by Reuben Walton
Edited by Reuben Walton
Track artwork by Reuben Walton

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Reuben Walton is a singer/songwriter and music producer based in Falmouth, MA. He is a graduate of Musicians Institute in Hollywood's Independent Artist program and their Electronic Music Production program, as well as UMass Lowell’s Music Business undergraduate program.
In 2019 he put out a self-titled EP working with producer AVLI Music and is now regularly releasing new music.
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