I'M ON THE RADIO, KID!! SOUNDWAVES RADIO!! 90.7FM FROM SAT 12-2PM

(from the Soundwaves website at http://soundwaveskpfk.wordpress.com)

Hello hello!! My name is Abraham Beltran, and I am the new host of Soundwaves, coming to you live and direct every Saturday from noon-2pm on 90.7FM KPFK (streaming and podcasting on www.kpfk.org). Every week I’ll be showcasing individual artists and groups whose primary means of promotion and exposure are the internet. This show is all about giving props and shine to these sounds that are bubbling up on the underground and don’t really have major distribution or mainstream exposure for one reason or another. I’m constantly searching the internet for new acts, seasoned acts, and pretty much any groups/artists that are doing it to death but are still beneath the radar. It’s on THIS SHOW that I hope to keep that internet buzz going and really create a sense of community among these artists and their mutual desire to gain visibility via non-traditional, non-major-label means.

Aside from being on the radio waves every Saturday from noon-2pm, this here website will be working overtime to keep you informed on these new artists via our weekly playlists, video clips, interviews, and pretty much anything else that you should be knowing about in the music realm.

By all means, THIS SHOW IS AS MUCH YOURS AS IT IS MINE!! Any and all recommendations, requests, criticisms, and contributions are welcome. You can reach me via:

- email/GChat: soundwaveskpfk@gmail.com
- AIM: SoundwavesKPFK
- MySpace: www.myspace.com/soundwaveskpfk

..or you can leave a comment here!!

I want to thank each and every one of you and welcome you to join me on this adventure, and I promise we’re gonna have great fun doing this!!

Peace and blessings….

-Abraham

PEEP THE COMMERCIAL!!

SPEECHLESS

FUCKING. EPIC.

Saw the midnight showing and I STILL have chills from how mind-blowing this movie is.

That's about all I have to say right now. I will spend $80 watching this movie in the next two weeks.

FUCKING....EPIC!!!!

Sam Sparro covering Estelle's "American Boy"

I really, REALLY like this cat's voice. I don't know if it's merely because he's a British soul cat or if it's because his range seems very similar, but he reminds me a lot of Jamiroquai...and I LOVE me some Jamiroquai. Sam Sparro's version of this already-lovely Estelle track is quite nice, and I especially enjoy how the band slowed the tempo down and gave the music more of a loungy feel.

Peep the video:



..and here's Sam doing my new favorite track, "Black and Gold" in the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge:

07.12.08 Photoshoot

This past Saturday i was invited to partake in a photoshoot for a photonovela project with my brother Carlo.

For those unfamiliar with the concept of photonovelas, here's a brief primer:

Photonovelas are materials used internationally to educate communities about a myriad of topics. They have been used for many years to enhance literacy of issues such as health (prenatal care, diets, sanitation), safety (eye protection of farm workers, noise control) and government (how to vote). The intent of these materials is to reach those populations with low literacy skills. Photonovelas appear in the form of booklets, pamphlets, handouts and books using a format similar to comic books. Most of the photonovelas that have historically been produced present hand-drawn characters accompanied by short dialogues in 'bubbles". Recently social and governmental agencies, and publishers have started to use photographs.

The gentleman in the third pic below (2nd from the right, head slightly tilted back) was the one who coordinated the whole effort. His name is Greg Molina, and the guy is cooler than a polar bear's toenails. He is on staff at USC and is responsible for producing these photonovelas that the USC Medical School publishes and distributes to the community in hopes of educating the people about everything from depression to diabetes and everything in between. it's an extremely beautiful thing that the medical school goes out of its way to take such an active role in the community, and I was glad that i was able to be a part of this particular photonovela..can't wait for the next one...

Props are in order to my man Greg Molina for putting the whole project together, Mike Powers for being one of the illest photographers to do it (the man's proofs were AMAZING), and the entire crew who was quite cool....Eric (the beat master!!), Ariana, Ms. Oliva, and errbody else....thank you for being so down to earth!! I must admit..a brutha was a bit nervous!!

Peep the photos below. Until next time, kiddos....


The obligatory artsy shot


Super Mario..Mr. AAP...always grindin'...


The brother Eric getting that feedback from Greg...dude's photos came out AMAZING...


Take a closer look at the bloke in the photo...


Job well done, Agent Pappas...on to Alhambra to the ill grub spot we go...

This Here is the Anthem

Andre 3000, Bentley Farnsworth, and Kanye on the same track?!?

And SA-RA on the production?!?!?!??!

THIS TRACK IS TOO DAMN SEXY!!

Mark my words....you'll be hearing this in your club in a month or so...the new hotness.....

..oh wait...you won't.....but you WILL hear it when you come through and rock with your boy this Friday at RESIDENT FRIDAYS!!

Them Resident Friday boys. We give you that goodness before you even knew it was good for you. Like a vitamin hidden in a cupcake.

Enough tawkin'....peep the video:

TODAY'S MARKETING BEAST AWARD GOES TO ABSOLUT VODKA

It turns out the pics that my man sent me earlier are part of a new campaign that Absolut Vodka has rolled out with one of the features being the "Be Like Kanye" campaign.

If you already peeped the pics, go ahead and peep the video below:



There's something to be said about alcohol brands getting their marketing game on point. You figure they've already got a leg-up in the branding department since alcohol and nightlife go hand-in-hand like hipsters and tight pants.

All you gotta do is make it look sexy to be drinking your product. Like Belvedere did below (although I think having Terry Richardson and Vicent Gallo might help a little too):

If only it were this easy for some...

My man Heron Preston put me up on this, and I was instantly cracking up.

Say what you will about Kanye, but the man rarely (if ever) misses. Dude truly understands the importance of maintaining the "Kanye" brand.

Let this be a lesson. Brian Tracy said it best:

"Our greatest aspiration in life is to become the person that we are in our heads."

In other words, you have to be sold on YOU in order for others to be sold on you.

Enough with the motivational talk. Shake the shyness, embrace your flyness, and become as ill as you want to be!!

Much love,
B. London

The Grouch - Artsy

This is a beautiful song. Just do me a favor and actually LISTEN to what the brother is sayin'....PRICELESS, and it's something that needed to be said.

Drop knowledge, not names!! Tell 'em, Grouch!!

Pharrell, Julian Casablancas, Santogold - My Drive Thru

As you probably already know, I'm a BIG marketing/branding guy, and I think this video is a GENIUS idea on Converse's part to start getting there name out there again in a major way.

Be on the lookout for future moves, but if this is any indication of the direction in which Converse's marketing department is taking the brand, I'm excited to see what else they've got up their sleeves.

Kudos, Converse!!

Ms. Grier

Flyest woman ever. End of discussion.

Tip your waitress, get home safe, and goodnight.

This pic was taken in 1975. I want my 34 years back (since I would have been 25 when I got her on my team and what not).

Ms. Grier.....HOW WE LOVE THEE AND THINE FLYNESS!!

(sidebar: Cecilia (aka Sweetie) agrees that this is my dream woman, and she loves me and she agrees that Ms. Grier is still fly to this day....yes, I said it....you know you'd wife that and she'd hold the fort down 25 hours a day, son!!)

Another Gem from my boy John Mayer

John stays dropping gems. Peep the wisdom below:
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I'm laying in my London hotel room in one of my least favorite scenarios: the job is done today but the plane takes off tomorrow. The European tour was an absolute blast and I think I speak for the band and crew when I say that all sights are set firmly on the US tour and making it the best ever.

As a 30-year old with an eight-year mainstream professional music career, I couldn't be happier (and more thankful) to still have a gig. All I can think about when I'm on stage these days is how terrible it would feel to have learned how to make the most out of each and every show after the gig was up.

It's a funny time to be alive right now, in that I'm not quite sure we're celebrating like we should. I don't mean the "Hand me your keys, Dan!" celebrating. I mean the very innate act of celebration; human appreciation. Group reveling. A general sense of "This is my tribe and this is our fellowship." Like a concert.

I know I've written along these lines before, but do you know why it matters? Because someday you're going to be old, and things are going to change. Your body is going to turn on you. I already know where the L-5 and L-6 discs in my back are, because they're wearing down a little, and when I ask the doc how we lick this, he says "It is what it is. You're not 18 anymore." I have 3 gray hairs that I insist are "mutant clear hairs" but they're not. They're just gray. And right on time.

Chances are you won't get hit by that proverbial bus people always talk about when they're smoking a Lucky Strike and tipping back on their chair. Odds are also on your side (thank God) that you won't ever get the news from your doctor that you have only months left to live. But you know what he may very well tell you? That you need a new hip. Nobody ever says "live it up because someday you might need a new hip" but it's the truth. They don't say "Be good to one another because in time we'll all know a medical lab technician on a first name basis" but it happens every day.

My point is that whenever that someday comes, when I slide into the MRI scanner and the thing starts spinning up, spitting lasers and screaming into my ears, I may very well say to myself "I wish I had just one more of those summers."

Being a young man is kick-ass. Being a young man who knows that being a young man is kick-ass is what it's really all about. And as a musician, I'm finally learning to distinguish the notes that matter from the ones that don't. I'm also getting better at knowing those notes as a person, too. I'm excited to bring it all on stage, and even more excited to see you all out there.

Thank you for another one of those summers.

John

What The Fuck Happened To The Radio?

What the fuck happened? Like, seriously? I've always been of the belief that the people behind these radio channels could have just as easily mass produced good music and spread the sound of soulful music...Stevie, Rene & Angela, The Time....shit, ANYTHING with a heart instead of this plastic bullshit that they feed our kids these days!!

Consider this a rant, but I chuckle angrily (wtf?) when people ask me "yo, Abraham, you heard that one song on the radio?" You already know the answer!!

"Nomuthafucka!! Getthefunkouttamahfacewiththatbullshit!!"

Aww fuck, man. That's what I love about having my own radio show. I get to hit you with that soulful goodness to make you free your mind so your ass can follow.

Episode 7 is on the way. To be honest, it's just been hot as a muhh lately, and I've been chillin on the porch in my boat shoes drinking Arnold Palmers and watchin the clouds go by like a 70-year old Italiano.

I'll be hitting you with Episode 7 this week!! (Don't hold me to a deadline and what not...it's just a goal, now....not etchin it in fuckin stone or nothin like that)

Peace and blessings, fam!!

-B. London

Gordon Gartrell Radio

My man Phonte and DJ BrainChild bring the hilarity.

From the hilarity of the R. Kelly trial to the unreleased recorded tapes of 50 Cent chewing out his nutritionist, Phonte is a comedic genius.

You can peep all 4 episodes here and subscribe.

Gordon Gartrell Radio gets the Color In Flight Radio seal of approval.

Marvelito!!

McFly Hyperdunks...oh my Lord...

Jesus Christ, I've done my best to evolve past my sneakerhead days and keep my style clean like Paul Newman, but these Marty McFly Hyperdunks??!!??

These right here??!!??

I just might have to take a pause on that deferment of gratification and take my feet Back to the Future.

If these joints were $80, I'd cop about 6 pairs. No lie. These shoes are THAT fucking bananas.

God bless the Swoosh.

The Sartorialist

From Scott Shuman's (The Sartorialist) bio page:

I thought I could shoot people on the street the way designers looked at people, and get and give inspiration to lots of people in the process. My only strategy when I began The Sartorialist was to try and shoot style in a way that I knew most designers hunted for inspiration. Rarely do they look at the whole outfit as a yes or no but they try and look for the abstract concepts of color, proportion, pattern mixing or mixed genres. I’m always really happy when I meet a designer and hear that they use some of my photos for their inspiration boards. At the same time I’m also really touched when I get emails from everyday people who say they have been inspired to see themselves and others in a new and usually more accepting way.

For those who don't know, what Scott Shuman does in capturing people's subtle and sometimes overt attention to the details of getting dressed is nothing short of awe-inspiring and motivating to those looking for a fashion muse.

If you haven't already clicked on the link in the Blogroll to the right, you can check The Sartorialist's website here

Women: 5-Word Review

I could go on and on about how utterly fucking amazing this book is and how it turned my world upside down, but I thought it best to keep it short and sweet and hit you with a 5-word review of this book and it's central theme...WOMEN.... :

They come in all flavors.

Reviewing this book would be like trying to describe how food tastes. If you are a man and need an impetus to help you stop wondering if you should ask that dimepiece you see on the train everyday out to dinner, this book is for you.

Life is long, life is short. Stop half-stepping, grab that dame on the elbow, pull her close, and tell her to meet you in the coat room for a quickie.

If that's your sort of thing. It is the main character in the book's style, and it works out pretty well for him until he messes around and falls in love.

Players play on, and cupcakers enjoy married life.

This review is schizophrenic as fuck, but it's 11:00pm and I don't really feel like finishing the review of this book. I almost wished Chinaski (the main character) would have kept on with the neverending, ever-growing list of birds.

Instead, he cupcakes out, gives a woman the ole "till death do us," and the bull is back in the bullpen.

Read the book. It's worth it. Wow. What a half-ass review, eh?

"Women" by Charles Bukowski

I'm 32 pages in and this book already has me writing again....

More to come once I hit the finish line on this one...

READ BOOKS NOT BLOGS!!

Attention MCs: Know Your Audience

Now before we get this started, please excuse the profanity used in the above title. As I've grown older in this past year (which sounds hilarious and makes perfect sense at the same time), I've fallen in love with the idea of cursing less and less. Attribute it to too much reading of issue after issue of Esquire and GQ if you like, but as I spend my 25th year putting a bow on the completion of my first quarter century I feel that using less profanity fits right in with my quest to understand my evolution into Quarter Century Man (which I will break down in further detail in a future entry).

For now, let's just say that we'll get back to today's title, and you'll see why I used that word. (Wow..a 125-word apology for one word makes me think I should have passed up using "pussy" altogether).

Yesterday was spent at UCLA with Sweetie attending the Jazz Reggae Festival that the school has slowly but surely made a yearly event. The scene was quite pleasing upon walking out onto the intramural field where the festivities were being held. Families sitting recumbent on the grass with some amazing picnic spreads in front of them. Vendors with quite a mixed array of goods ranging from fedoras to free ice cream samples. The waft of Lousiana-style hot links and tri-tip permeating the crowd and bringing smiles even to those who decided not to fork over the $8 that others did for a kid-sized beef sandwich. All in all, this had the makings of being a beautiful day.

Upon our arrival, there was a mellowed-out, soulful, church-sounding jazz quintet jamming onstage at around a 4 on a 1 to 10 scale. (For reference, Yanni would constitute a 1 on said scale..N*E*R*D live would deserve a 10). The little lady even commented on the seemingly perfect fit of the band onstage in the context of the day. "Wow, this is perfect Sunday picnic music," she suggested. I had to agree.

That is, until Immortal Technique hit the stage.

Now given my background in music, promotions, and, well, having ears attached to my head for 24 years of my life, there are certain do's and don'ts that are involved when you look to book a band. I've always admired the good folks at the Hollywood Bowl, for instance, for pairing acts during their Summer Concert Series that go together like ice cream and waffle cones. Sharong Jones & the Dap Kings paired with Feist. The Police paired with Elvis Costello. These are excellent combinations, and I can see a great number of attendees who came to see one band in particular inadvertently falling in love with the musical stylings of the other act.

On the other side of the coin, there are less than ideal pairings. Snoop Dogg and Diana Krall comes to mind. Sade and Soulja Boy. John Tesh and Kanye West. You get the point.

I can safely say that whoever dropped the proverbial ball and decided to book Immortal Technique for this show probably has an email inbox full of "Dear event planner: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" messages awaiting him or her when said person returns to school on Tuesday and checks the ole eventcoordinator@ucla.edu to see what feedback the good folks who paid $25 each decided to leave over the weekend.

As the little lady and I are sitting enjoying our chicken kababs on the grass and watching all the free-spirited kids running freely in circles around their parents' picnics, a figure comes on-stage in a black t-shirt and a fitted cap on backward. Seeing as his shirt has the words "Immortal Technique" emblazoned around a large picture of an assault rifle, I'm pretty sure the crowd (as well as myself) is in-the-know about who has just graced the stage.

What I'm betting most of the attendees didn't expect was the following to be the first words out of his mouth:

"How y'all motherfuckas doin? Huh?!? Man, y'all sound like some bitches..I said HOW Y'ALL MUTHAFUCKAS DOIN?!?!?!?"

At that precise moment I started glancing fervently to my left and right to see how many parents had the same "what the fuck did he just say?" moment that I had.

Yeah, there were quite a few.

Here we are, enjoying a beautiful day in the sun at a festival that celebrates the unifying beauty of jazz and reggae, and this blowhard spends the next 45 minutes rapping about diabetes ("my rhyme styles will kill you sweet niggas like diabetes"), vaginas ("all you ignorant motherfuckers are oblivious to the fact that you were spewed out of middle-American pussies!!"), and the obligatory kind words for the local law enforcement ("yeahman, fuck all police..and that's a big fuck you too to the undercover cops up in this motherfucker today..yeah, I see you..we ain't scared, motherfucker").

Luckily, The Roots came on shortly after (preceded by the lovely Goapele who finally sold me on her skills and prompted me to put "buy her album" on my to-do list) and ripped the stage. I've seen the Legendary Roots Crew twice in my lifetime, and both times I've caught myself smiling like a kid on Christmas as they put on the most energetic, amped, neck-breaking set one could ever hope to see. And as always, their vignette of hip-hop classics that they flow through seemlessly about mid-show (a Roots tradition) was a perfect response to Nasir Jones' assumption that hip-hop is dead.

Hip-hop is indeed far from dead, and The Roots gave that UCLA crowd a 2-hour dissertation on why the art form is and will continue to remain alive and kicking as long as MCs and bands continue to pump positive vibes through the speakers and do what they can to keep the party moving, both literally and figuratively.

As for Immortal Technique, I've got a memo for you, brother:

We all know shit is fucked up. But you can either curse the darkness or light a candle.

Grab a candle, motherfucker. And get to know your audience a little better before you start name dropping pussies and diabetes on an easy, breezy Sunday afternoon in front of an intramural field full of families and people who came to have a positive, smiling time.

Till next time, kiddos....

Color In Flight Radio!! Episode 6 now available for the iTunes impaired!!

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Episode 6!! Now Available on iTunes!!

Ahh yes, it's a lovely Saturday afternoon in the marvelous City of Angels, and I'm on a train headed south to meet up with Pops in San Diego with my Pops' side of the family (hence the pic of Union Station above).

After spending the morning chillin with Ma Dukes at Yoshinoya gettin caught up on the extended fam, she took me to Union Station to hop the Amtrak Surfliner and meet up with Pops in San Diego.

Last night's Resident Friday was BEAUTIFUL. I was practically fallin asleep en route home from Sweetie's crib and therefore was unable to make it out to my Friday night, but my man Sloepoke and Wyatt ripped the roof off the building (according to Sloe's 3am retelling of the night's events). To the 316 beautiful souls who came through and rocked with us last night, I can't thank you enough. True, there was a little scuffle last Friday that might have thrown a few folks off, but sure enough our regulars came through and showed us bundles and bundles of love. So to those in the building (and those that wanted to come through but just needed some rest like was the case with your boy last night..haha), INFINITE LOVE AND THANK YOU'S!!

I woke up extra early this morning and finally finished the mixdown of Episode 6, got it loaded onto iTunes, and I'm here to tell you that I WENT IN on this episode.

There are times when you feel loved, and then there are times where life's so damn beautiful that you want to cry tears of joy.

Yeah, THAT'S where I was on this episode.

As always, I hope you all enjoy it like fine wine and by all means, hit me with comments, feedback, requests, or recommendations either here, on the iTunes page, or via email at colorinflightradio@gmail.com.

Drop knowledge, not names....

-AB

Bilal & The Witness Protection Program - "Since I've Been Lovin You"

This was already one of my favorite Zeppelin songs of all time. The blues is ALL OVER this track, and Robert Plant absolutely murders the original. But I came across this a few months back on Okayplayer..and my reaction????.......

Let's just say this was one of my favorite songs ever..

..and then Bilal had to come through and turn the song upside down on its head..



If you don't know about this man, please educate yourselves. His album entitled "First Born Second" was amazing, but his unreleased "Love for Sale" album?

OOMPH.

Yeah, if you don't have that, drop me a line and I'll square you up with that hidden treasure.

And you can come back here and snap on kids for not knowing about the same album that you didn't know about as of yesterday...haha..the circle of life, huh?

I've Got A Thing, You've Got A Thing, Everybody's Got A Thing

As you'll come to learn, I'm an avid reader. I pretty much devour any stack of papers bound in a book or magazine form that has words printed on the sheets, and I'm always floating around the internets looking for hidden gems.

I do encounter great stuff most of the time, but there is the rare occasion when I come across something so simplistic and yet so perfect that I have to share it with my extended family--you, the listener!!--and hope that it brings a smile much like this article/blog entry/story has done for me.

Our first such swipe comes from John Mayer's blog in an entry dated on my birthday of this year.

It's like the universe was talking directly to me on this one....

Be good!!

-Abraham

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THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 2008

FROM THE HEART....

I need to write this.

I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.

I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)

What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.

This is about us all.

This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.

This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me."

This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.

This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.

This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.

This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.

I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.

And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.

What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.

Root for others.

Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.

Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that.

And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you.

I'm going quiet now.

John

The Mothership Has Landed....

....and we're here to stay.

My name is Abraham Beltran, born and raised in the City of Angels.

I created this here website as a place where I could show you the things that keep me inspired on a day-to-day basis. Music, fashion, photography, food, and the written word....INSPIRATION SURROUNDS YOU!!

The radio show was birthed from 24 years of being exposed to some of the most beautiful music on Earth. Mom, Pops, my sister, my older brothers, the barbershop, driving down the street and hearing something coming out of another car, walking around Amoeba Records and hearing something playing on the in-store system.....somehow the music just keeps finding me, and I felt that I had to do something with this gift.

And Color In Flight Radio was born.

We're currently 5 episodes deep, with Episode 6 completed and hopefully scheduled to hit your ears this week.

The beautiful thing about this here spaceship is that we've already reached folks on the other side of the globe!! People have been kind enough to hit me via email or on MySpace, and so far we've got listeners in Argentina, France, and Germany, and all across the U.S. Much love and humble thanks to all those who have gone out of their way to drop love/criticism/opinions my way, and I hope to keep the channels of communication flowing!!

If you've got any requests, questions, or think you might be suited to come in the studio and rock an episode with the Color In Flight family, by all means PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO REACH ME!!

The email is: colorinflightradio@gmail.com

We're on iTunes doin' it real big, but if you're not the iTunes type, you can always listen to every episode on the radio player up at the top of the page.

I hope you dig every episode and are able to drink each episode in like the fine wine that it is. Every episode has been a fuckin blast to record, and I'm constantly itching to knock out the next episode as soon as the last one is completed.

Be good to each other, spread smiles, and drop knowledge not names....

- AB