Back in the Olden Days before cable television, I watched a lot of PBS growing up. Granted it was mostly because I couldn’t get CBS to come in without taping the rabbit ears into the right position, but regardless of why I watched, I caught a lot of The Joy of Painting.
If you’ve never seen Bob Ross work, it’s an amazing experience. It’s like liquid Zen. He’s got this smooth, calming voice and he’s just so nice and supportive, like Mister Rogers with a paint palette and a neutral Midwestern accent. Bob Ross was the real deal, too – he earned his mellow demeanor the hard way by way of becoming disillusioned with the time he spent yelling at people and making them scrub latrines. Vowing to never scream at anyone again, he turned over a new leaf and dedicated his life to producing queerly soothing, beautiful, and non-threatening oil paintings.
However, unbeknownst to me Bob Ross can also drop some of the phattest beats ever. Observe.
I love this man.