ty bowen miller
so i wrote one, and then another, and then another, and then another, and then another…
and then i wrote 20 more. if you read them all, you’ll get to know me a little better. if you recognize yourself in there, you can do the whole “art is theft” thing. bless.
My name is Ty, and I’ve been ill for as long as I can remember. Before that, I can only assume I was even iller. A native of the 757, but bigger than area codes. I started off putting pen to paper for poems; not long after I began stacking my words my multi-syllabic soliloquies have become simply mesmerizing. That’s where I find you finding me. The questions: what do you want, and what do you need?
(and they’re off!)
I’m like what would happen if Wile E. Coyote caught the roadrunner. If deus ex machina had a favorite plot device, it’d probably come from some s*** I write. I got that s*** that make you feel like you finally found your keys. I got that pick-up game winner stuff, make you wanna tell your friends about it. The gems that “cut the green wire” type of pressure creates. The goodiest of good goods. My name is Ty, and I got it for the low.
(can you tell that i’m a fan of myself?)
The first song I ever memorized was “I just can’t wait to be king”. A young Ty either had delusions of grandeur, or a marvelously dark sense of irony. I learned from Andre Benjamin that the illest smiths could craft a word throne. Spike and Scorsese taught me that if you do the right thing, you’ll be remembered long after you’ve departed. I learned from Pac that sometimes we don’t get to see the fruits of our labor, and I learned from kendrick that it falls to those next up to tend the garden. I just hope one day to end up in some future great’s about me page.
(if you’re asking if i’m really going 25 deep, the answer is yes)
My name is Ty. I’m a simple man. I’m from Virginia. I like basketball. I will bar your life away. Pizza rolls are dope. My momma’s name is Helen. If I’m being completely honest, I really just wanna make dope s*** and lots of money. Maybe at some point make something that is forever. Or a lot of money. Or both, and word to Helen I’m gonna be the GOAT.
(if your question is why, then you got a good question)
What’s good? I’m Ty, and I make things. I can make big things and small things. I can make cool things. I can make pretty things. I can make gritty things. I can make things that are perfectly cohesive or beautifully incongruent. I can make words form a picture, and I can make moving pictures that move you to speak. The only thing I can’t do is lose.
(small exaggeration there, i can lose, but it’ll be a fight)
My name is Ty, and I’m kind of a weirdo. I’m the kinda guy with the Wikipedia app on my phone because you never know when you’ll get curious about how air conditioners work. I’m the reckless “how in the world is his shit together” friend. I’ll 100% be a “do as I say, not as I do” parent. I’m the guy bouncing ideas off of strangers on public transportation. I’ve been fired twice for trying to organize the labor force. I’m a lot of things, but most of all I’m a vessel through which stories are told.
(i probably seem extremely self-interested)
My name is Ty, and I think I’m a pretty interesting dude (I’m sure everyone does). I’m a socialist with wealthy aspirations. I’m a man of the people, but a lot of the time y'all get on my d*** nerves. A lot of the time I speak in shower thoughts. I go into full arbitration mode when discussing the difference between specifics and semantics. I’m not even a rapper. I’m an expression of an expression. I’d like to think you’d like what I think.
(i’m really only mildly self-interested)
My name is Ty. I’m a pretty straightforward guy, very easy to please. All I want out of life is greatness, extreme success, gratuitous amounts of money, and a clean Benz for my mom to brag about. It wouldn’t hurt to have my name etched in the history books. The fawning adoration of the masses would be a little much. Oh and dinosaur chicken nuggets. Those are good.
(moderately so on mondays)
My name is Ty, and I ain’t s***. I might be one day though. I don’t have any real experience to speak of. I do have jokes though. I can’t recite passages from Hey Whipple Squeeze This. I can’t say I’ve gone to the best schools or interned with the most successful agencies or really anything like that. I can say I know what dope feels like. It’s undeniable. And I have it.
(i call them moderate mondays)
Yooo. I’m Ty, and I wanna be the very best, that no one ever was… Or at least pretty good. Like, I don’t gotta be HOV, but at the very least I gotta be Busta. Actually, forget all of that, no offense to any particular rung on the ladder, mine is just the top one. I felt K dot when he said “I can’t fake humble cause you insecure”. With all due respect, I’m tryna raise the bar higher.
(everything in moderation)
My name is Ty, and the most important thing about me is that I strive for greatness. Not in a lip-service way, or some LeBron jock riding stuff, but on some work till my hands ashy and head nappy s***. Momma taught me to control what I can control, and whatever my name is on gotta be gold. Momma’s always right.
(including moderation)
Yooooooo. My name is Ty, and honestly, that doesn’t really mean s***. I haven’t done s***. Ask a few of my exes in particular, and they’d tell you that I ain’t s***. During the impossible to avoid imposter syndrome moments, I wonder if I'll ever be s***. But s***, I can only control the s*** I can control, which is my s***. So every time I do some s***, I feel like it’s gotta be the s***, or what’s the point of any of the s*** in the first place?
(in my defense, my parents were sailors)
My name is Ty. When I was five I asked my mom what made curse words different from regular words. Suffice it to say her answer didn’t satisfy me, seeing as I’ve been vulgar as f*** since. Artfully though, maybe even sophisticated on a good day, curses in cursive as they say. These days I usually use these vulgarities to reel you in a la usury. Usually. Sometimes I just like to f*** around just to f*** around.
(the ‘rents were unrelated to my vulgarity, but it’s a fun fact)
My name is Ty. I’ve been called disagreeable, but I don’t think that’s true. I think I’m more like agree-to-disagreeable. I got no problems with pets, I just think it’s kinda strange for people to own living things. I got no problems with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I just think they’re better grilled. I got no problems with the world, I just think it’d be better changed.
(there’s no way you’re still here)
My name is Ty. It’s short for Tyris, I actually dig my full name, but I had a lot of white folks as teachers early, and for some reason, white folks see my s*** and read it as Tyrese, which always led to an awkward interaction which was never fun for anyone. So I just help everybody out, it’s just Ty. I’m a nice guy. A good guy even. Go me.
(which begs the age old question)
I’m Ty. A human. A wavy human. A smart human. I think. A funny human. A human with thoughts. A lot of those. A human who thinks that things are best thought through. A human whose thoughts on things are that those thoughts are pretty solid.
(i actually don’t know the age old question)
My name is Ty, and I wanna be big. Not in the sense of gaining weight. Like, colossal, you know what I mean? Like if was to do it so greasy that I got Wayne to do a Mr.Carter remix with me. And for it to be so ill when you get to the end you don’t think “yeah that was cool, Kendrick did that already though” because as you start to think that the beat drops back in and the K Dot verse comes outta nowhere and then I come back and all you can think is “sheesh he kinda bodied that”. I think that would be cool.
(something about a forest and a tree sounds or some s***)
I’m Ty, and I’m really into procreation. Not just because I’m a pro creatin’. But because pro creations are almost like procreation because it begins as a part of you; and hopefully, if you do it right, and you get a little lucky, you can leave a legacy. A legacy that’s greater than any greatness you could have achieved as just a pro creative creating pro creations.
(would you believe i minored in philosophy?)
My name is Ty, and I’m the glue guy. I really dig that metaphor, and here’s why. I’ve always like to think of myself as a leader, but more so what keeps s*** together. As an adhesive I try to move out of the way, I’ve never been one for the cameras and whatnot. Most importantly, whenever I part ways with someone along the course of life I hope I leave them with more than they came with. Just a little something residual.
(you shouldn’t, my minor was political science)
My name is Ty. I’m a guy who appreciates the little things in life. For example, I really f*** with Christmas songs, like at any and all times. Always fire. And when the title of a movie is said in the movie. And unintentionally sexual phrasing that’s only funny in an extremely childish way. And how summer mornings in VA are at that point when the sun isn’t up but it’s bright out. And the part of the night when the only people left are the people that are supposed to be there. The little things are what birth the biggest ideas.
(i got an a in philosophy 101 though)
My life is a series of loosely related adventures. A lot of those adventures aren’t nearly as funny in the moment as they are when I tell the story. At the end of the day though, the story is all there is. It’s the fabric upon which our lives are weaved. I consider the role of the storyteller to be among the most important that exists. That is the way we remember, the way we imagine, the way we understand. All any of us are, is the physical manifestation of the stories in which we play a part. I just hope to make the stories that become known as Ty dope.
(i’m basically a philosopher honestly)
My name is Ty, and nothing is ever enough for me. There isn’t enough space in my physical body to embody my colossal existence. There isn’t enough room inside my head for my ego. There isn’t enough time to live all the stories I want to tell. There isn’t enough failure in existence to deter my intentions. There isn’t enough might in the world that can stop the movement I’m on.
(look at all this philosophizing)
I’m Ty. I’m not the most experienced. I don’t have the best credentials, I haven’t won all of the awards, or worked at the best agencies. I don’t have the critically acclaimed campaigns with million-dollar budgets. I’m not the traditional copywriter. I’m not the traditional creative. I am Ty though.
(you skipped ahead til the end didn’t you?)
Ty is a wild dude. The kinda dude to speak of himself in the third person. The kinda dude to eat ice cream in the wintertime, and drink hot caramel macchiatos on a hot summer afternoon. A dude whose suit seems ill-suited even when it suits him. But if the shoe fits and the walk is slick… then check that boy socks real quick; legend has it he could be a legend.
(don’t lie)
My name is Ty. I’m the go big or go home guy. When it comes to ideas, I go for the coolest, wildest, dopest thing possible. It’s really a general mantra I have in life. We only get one of these, (at least I think) so what in the world are we doing in the world if not trying to be the best in the world? Even if I get a little too much dip on the chip, the drip is still saucy.
(i never know how to end these kinds of things)