From: Nicolas Newbold
Date: Wed, Mar 25, 2009 at 7:27 AM
Subject: Chris Bell can go to He...


llo my name is Nicolas and I can't get enough of his digital tunes!

Chris Bell, a Native American from the often categorically mean streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania may have stumbled on what the Top 40 would call, The Over/Under 40 - in other words, they'll never see their light of day. What separates Bell (more commonly known as, "F. Books," when he's in creation) from his musical street brethren (think overweight, potato chip eating, former early 90's hacker living in Mom's basement) is his penchant for hope. His music transcends the violence of his city, the turmoil in his life (living with two left feet), and the simple fact that while he may never take the stage at Woodstock but his music playing through my speakers is not falling on deaf ears. I'm blind but that doesn't mean I can't hear. I have never in my day enjoyed the rhythms of electronic music but on this bright and sunny morning, I've taken to the glorious sounds of F. Books. If we could all wake up to the sounds F. Books creates in his dark sphere of death and doom, we may just become better people. A nation of hope and prosperity once more. He is a martyr in the purest sense - creating so that we may transcend.

I have no fucking clue what just went on up there but seriously, I can't stop listening to Chris' roofie induced hypnorhymes. The shit.