A real fool that gets paid to talk to strangers in the street.


Friday, November 2, 2012


One Saturday, weeks ago I opted out of having one more beverage when I was with a buddy. The next day he thanked me.  He stated that we were not going to find "any more truth” on that night.

I think that’s what we’re always looking towards though, truth.
Truth’s the drug.

I think whether you’re a mechanic or a poet you find words that are potent when youth is apparent in your life.  You buy albums and read books. You buy cigarettes and have conversations, or you do both of these things. 

Meanings are illusive when you want to have a memorable season.  Seasons are memorable when meanings are illusive.  Reckless behavior leads to memories or blackouts.  Blackouts lead to memories or behavior.   Words and phrases can be chopped and produced, and produce is something you buy when you want fruit or veggies. 

Everything I just typed is perfect.
Everything I am is the opposite,

But I’m evolving within every second. I’m finding truth in truths.  I’m finding finds in silence.  I’m finding that ignorance is bliss when you’re a jerkoff that believes in phrases like that, and I’m like that if you want me to define ignorance.

There’s an election.
There’s a November.
There’s a coast that you live on or,
a land called home that you run towards.
Whether you own it or not is your own business,
It’s my business to own November.

Monday, October 15, 2012


I'm here, alive.
My heart has a mind of it's own.
I belong where the brains laugh.
I belong where people shake hands and let their bodies explode.
I belong on Jupiter.
I belong in cement on some sidewalk somewhere...
In Ireland
In Brooklyn
In Suffolk County,
In some playground in some suburb that doesn't exist,
with children that aren't born yet.
There's a house where the future lives.
There's a bookshelf that fits into my dreams.
I'm just a messiah with a million.

Monday, September 10, 2012


There will always be days from my youth that I’ll remember, simply because the temperature made the grass smell right and the leaves more cinematic.

There will always be that street we grew up on.  It was hard on that street, but it wasn't all that bad.  My parents loved each other so much that hate was always an option.  I feel like we were always walking around on eggshells, that sometimes could magically turn into soft pillows.  You never really knew when the magic would happen.

My thoughts were and always have been my best friends.  I'm my worst enemy when that stops.

Seasons change literally and metaphorically.  New Year's resolutions are made every day and broken most nights. Most people love themselves and hate calories, or love calories and hate themselves.  The grass is always greener when it's raining.  The leaves are always lighter when it's sunny.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Revolution will be Televised on the Internet.

 Hey There,

I've been working feverishly on a lot of things, but rest assured that in the coming weeks a lot of new things will be released.  While you wait for what may be the most interesting experience this side of this summer, feast your giggles on my My Damn Channel, channel, McMayhem.  This is the wacky street art/humor/prank show that me and my buddies have been working on for the better part of a year.  Here is the 11 episode playlist-

The McMayhem Playlist

In the last half of year the series has opened my lunacy to the world and a lot of doors for myself and  the team.  Below are some pics and press that represent the revolution. 

Matt McManus


Saturday, May 26, 2012


Living here is a thing you’ll always here me talk about in this blog.  I in part started it out of missing where I’m from, as a way to cope with missing it.  New York, the ever-changing city of dreams, wishes, and wants.

I moved from a city where people dream and are idealists. It’s a hard place to become anything because you really have to work three jobs just to keep a roof over your head and any time you have free you strive for anything resembling a normal life.  Really though, if you live there there’s nothing resembling a normal life.  Success there isn’t being able to shop at Bloomingdales.  True success there is being able to buy a metro card for the subway, seeing the skyline as the daybreaks, buying a coffee to perk you up, and smiling at one person who needs it because you do too.

Living as an artist there is ridiculously difficult.  Truthfully most artists come from some other place and experience some major success, enough success to come back home.  New York’s a place for artists to retreat, relax, and retire in, if that makes any sense.  I saw a handful of famous actors, writers, and musicians living in close proximity to me in Brooklyn, when I lived there.  I strove when I was there.  I reached for the stars and stretched my talents like a famous yoga instructor, but it wasn’t enough.  It never was.  I was tackled.

So I moved here, the land where dreams come to live in a normal place for dreams, Los Angeles.  Dreams literally are silly experiences where our brains talk to us when we are sleeping.  Some would argue that they mean very little.  Some would argue that they are the most important things to ever happen in and around a person, because if realized they can turn into actual things that affect everything.  Some people dream at night and some people dream during the day, and some people do both.  I dream at night.  That’s certainly cool.  I dream during the day. All day every day I’m dreaming.  I see my thoughts in front of me like a beautiful prom date. I dance with them like a celebrity hoping for a forth chance at fame after a decade of failure.  They didn’t really fail.  They just had more to learn about themselves and humility.

Obviously I adhere to the latter, because I’m an idealist, or what some would say, a fool.
A wise man once said though, “You’re considered a fool when you’re chasing your dreams, but a genius once they’ve materialized.”

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I'm proud of many things.  I'm proud of my friends and siblings that are hard working parents and parents to be.  I'm proud of my parents for setting their differences aside after many years and being good friends.  I'm proud of all my friends that are dreamers and idealists that have thoughts that become things.  I'm proud of everyone who tries and keeps trying in the face of adversity.  I'm proud of my girlfriend, who's a constant harbinger of positive energy and care, for working hard, for being a great woman, and standing by me and my dreams and conquering her own WELL. While I try to make the world smile, she makes me smile.  I’m proud of our president for turning over a new leaf and planting seeds that will grow our country into possible prosperity that we so desperately have needed.  I’m proud of my roommate’s for keeping their eye on the prize and helping me along the way.  I’m proud of NY for bouncing back after that shit happened.  I’m proud of Hip-Hop music for starting to get back to where it started from, fun.  I’m proud of car companies training the minds of the masses to know that there’s a problem that needs fixing, and again I’m proud of our government who lent them money to do so.  I’m proud of my little brother who fought in the war twice, that just sorta ended.  The brother that came home and finished a four year degree in two years and went on to great heights, and became a great father and husband.  I’m proud of the immigrants in this country that slave in kitchens, garages, parking lots and dining rooms that dream of being president and citizens.  I’m proud that men and women in the projects of America go on to play Madison Square Garden and go to university.  I’m proud of my actor friends that pour their hearts out in rooms day in and day out hoping and praying that someone lets them play with them.   I’m happy that bullying is an issue now and there’s a massive change to stop it.  I’m happy that a silent movie won best picture.  I’m happy that I’m alive.  I’m happy to know that everything’s going to be just fine.

And when all else fails ladies and gents.  Remember this.  You’re breathing, and there’s a Batman movie coming out this summer.  So everything is going to be just fine.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

It starts in the streets. It stays in the streets.

The street has always been infinitely important to me.  I identify with it.  It’s outside and there are lots of them. They go to all types of places. They go everywhere.  Everyone has probably been on one at some point. Those odds are Fascinating.  Those facts are real.

Maybe that’s why I lived in New York City.  Those streets are a maze of amazing possibility.  A random turn down a street in lower Manhattan could give you a staph infection, a girlfriend, a buzz, a bloody nose, a hundred dollars, an erection, or a chill.  It could also just be a street to walk down and wave at someone, or nobody.

I skateboarded as a youth.  To this day the sound of a skateboard rolling down the street makes me feel 16 and rebellious.  In many ways I still am 16 and rebellious.  The difference being, back then I wanted deeply for a revolution to be attached to the rebellion.  Now there is and it’s because I never left the street. 

I wrote graffiti, listened to punk rock music, went to the Sunday matinee shows at CBGB’s, smoked, and attempted to learn how to rap.  I was a product of the street, still am.  Based on these things you could probably tell that my house was difficult to stay inside, and it was at times.  Regardless of that fact I always felt at ease sitting on a curb watching the afternoon pass as the sun went down.  

I found out very early on that I had the overwhelming ability to affect those around me.  I knew that my smile had possibility and promise behind it, beyond just telling a joke.  I knew I had an understanding of how the street could affect a person and leave them open for inspiration.  I was aware of the symphony in the street and I wanted so desperately to be one of it’s conductors. 

No matter what I studied, how much I learned, or how much I grew as a person I always found myself back in the street marveling, at the street.  Someone, years ago figured this out and began filming my shenanigans.  This was during the infancy of You Tube.  I had no idea what a viral video was, but I was in one as a character called The Chad that I’d created.  For the first time I realized that I could take the interactions with others in the street, record them and show them to the planet so the moment captured could affect anyone and everyone.  My head exploded with possibility and New York City caught the shrapnel.

I shot something like 98 videos as this character. The Chad acquired many fans and millions of hits.  He received emails from American Soldiers stationed in Afghanistan thanking him for making them smile for a moment amongst the violence they were regularly exposed to.  There were also countless youths that approached me on the street and quoted The Chad's silly words as they giggled.  That’s really why I do this anyway, for that.  After a couple million views and 3 years I retired the character.  It was a sad day. 

I left my home state and favorite grid of streets in my favorite borough, Brooklyn.  I drove across the country to LA and these streets were brand new and crazy.  People out here are just insane.  There’s something, literally in the air.  Every girl has a nice rear end and every dude is a bro.  The homeless people here are abundant and they surpass the lunacy in NY because they are at the end of America at the end of their rope.  Most of them have a blue wig on, truth.

After about two years of living inside the spice rack of West Hollywood I decided to get back to where it all started with my art and the street, back to me.  It’s hard for me not to talk to everyone in the street.  I’m obsessed with the existence of existence.  I smile at the world in the hope that it smiles back.  I don’t always win these games, and some people are adverse to my antics.  Regardless, people like seeing the outcome.  That’s where we are at now.

After some hard work with some great friends I’m in a ironic position.  A New York based company called My Damn Channel believes in my brain enough to show my antics to the world, using their web site as the showcase.  The show is titled McMayhem, a play on my last name.  I’m joining the lunacy of the streets of West Hollywood with my dear friends Stephen Seidel, Jon Hill, and Nate Cornett.  My super music producer friend Ariel Diaz from Long Island is the composer of the show. 

The long and the short of it is this.  I left my home two years ago. The first big deal I received is with a company based there.  It's a show in the streets. The through line and theme of Graffiti, Hip-Hop, and humor are the general focus. 

Everything happens for a reason.  The older I get the more that cliché makes sense.  I fell in love with rebellion and most art attached to the concept.  Years later I’m throwing all that into a blender and making a milkshake for all consisting of my dreams and favorite things in the hopes that people drink it. 

Today as I walked home from getting a coffee I was reminded of why I do this.  I decided to take an alternative rout home.  I saw a familiar face.   It was a man I went to college with. I wasn't particularly close with him, but we had a lot of mutual friends.  He was walking with a sullen look on his face.  I asked him what was up. He informed me that he had just put his dog down.  I immediately gave him a hug and held him close to me.  We barely know each other.  He wiped his face off and thanked me.  We parted ways. 

I’m in the street, because you can turn a corner and run into a situation where you must make people smile.  It’s there, in the street, that I’m needed.  I’m here.  It’s ok.