junk science 'fire drill' music video trailer 01 from andrew gura on Vimeo.

it's called THE WASH RINSE ep and it's totally free. Me and Snafu are featured on the first track. It's a family affair, with beats from DOC STRANGE, J. HOWELLS WERTHMAN, SNAFU and SCOTT THOROUGH, and verses from COOL CALM PETE and PROBE.



You can get it at the following brand new free music site:

www.RADIOBELLY.com


download it and check it out, you wont be let down.

= baje

this hurt a lot. but due to general boredom and the need to spice things the fuck up (Snafu is at camp and so the next Junk LP is on hold at the moment), I decided to get pretty much the whole second verse to the hey remix tatooed on my forearm. And why not?




DANCING LIKE THE EARTH IS GONE,
THIS METAL BOX SUBMERGED IN SONG.
FLOATING HERE ALONE AND DARK,
BOYS AND GIRLS ON NOAH'S ARK.
AS THE DANCE FLOOR STARTS TO SWELL,
CRIES OF JOY WE START TO YELL
CAPTAIN RUNS TO FLIP THE SWITCH,
AND GRAVITY'S GONE, IN BLISS WE KISS.
FORGET THE FACT WE'RE OUT OF FOOD,
SHORT ON SLEEP, AND OUT OF FUEL.
WE ARE NOW, NOT THEN NOR SOON
AND BRILLIANT IS THE LIGHT, THE MOON


I feel like a whole a new man. And by the way, there is nobody in the world that can beat me at Tecmo Super Bowl for the OG Nintendo.

= baje

THAT BEING SAID (the J. Howells Werthman Remix) featuring Iller Than Theirs!

J. Howells Werthman is a longtime Junk-collaborator, and a member of our crew NUCLEAR FAMILY. He Executive Produced both of the Junk Science albums, co-produced "Just One Thing" on FEEDING EINSTEIN, and also rapped on that album on "Speaking." He also made an awesome remix of "That's the Way" for the POP ROCKS EP. He ran the studio for both albums, handling all recording duties and helped make all types of decisions along the weird way that has taken us here, whatever that means. He also happens to be the nicest guy on the planet.

A beat-making monster, J. Howells Werthman also produced nearly all of the tracks on ILLER THAN THEIRS' self-titled debut album. You can check them out in our top friends if you haven't heard what they're up to.


If you like the song you can get it at www.definitivejux.net

Itunes soon.

Peace, and stay tuned, much new music on the way...

= baje

http://store.definitivejux.net/store/artist_junk.html

go and get it, cause it's absolutely FREE!

This is my way to say a sincere thanks to everyone who's supported us over the last few years, through the 2 Junk records, the videos, the tours, the ups and downs and all that good stuff. For anyone who's believed in us, enjoyed our music, told a friend, rocked with us at a show...thank you thank you thank you.

So that being said, here you go, let me know what you think:

http://store.definitivejux.net/store/artist_junk.html

peace,

- baje

Hey Y'all.
time for the shocking expose' issue on life on the road...

First off. This is not the car we drive.


Ours is more of a sliding-door soccer-mom variety


We do get to see pretty things though.


But it ain't all pretty. (this was the room next to ours in the Knights Inn in Columbus Ohio) - and our room smelled like something died in it. - we made a new reservation somewhere else.


If you're like Tone Tank - or much of the automotive world out there. You'll probably be needing one of these.


and one of these (they were listed as "Tire Knockers" at a truck stop)... (I can think of another use for them) - needless to say we bought one. (well Tone did)


Krayo's grill did not get thrilled.


But all in all stuff can be pretty lovely out there. For instance: the lake where (te original) planet of the Apes was filmed! (the rock looks like a monkey fist) - we looked around, but couldn't find the statue of liberty head.


anyhoo. Signing off again. Tune in again. Soon enough people of the world.
-Snaf

So here we are again. The Fleetwood diner in Ann Arbor Michigan held everyone down thoroughly. (I think Tone went here 4 times in the less than 24 hours we stayed here).



This is where I want to work. - A beached donut boat that serves poutine too! Hell yes. That's the life for me. (Duluth got it all)




Oh. and unlike many places we found along the way, Duluth was way more gun-friendly than expected. - Good to know!



A heavy metal band named Hawaii. Note the flaming car passengers at the base of the lava flow.




Who doesn't love this record. Perfect art direction and execution, no?



Aspen was nice.



This is why Kray doesn't get to drive.



The Great Divide! - So as Kray informed us (via wikipedia): The continental divide is an elevated point where water flowing downhill from one side will enter one body of water (the Pacific) and flowing from the other will enter another (the Atlantic) - eventually. In theory. Through rivers and such. .. anyhoo. cold and beautiful.

Tune in soon for another update, Junkateers!
-Snafu

Hello world... Tour is going swimmingly so far. It is an absolute blessing to be sharing the stage with legends like Del and Devin. This is our kind of hip hop.

The Boston show was absolutely sold out. Lookey...

Shouts to Luke Oneil for letting us crash at his place, shouts to Mariel and Gardiner for coming through. Kray and Tone were featured in the Boston Herald too! So many cool folks. We went to Newbury Comics in Harvard Square. Snafu tried on this hat. Snafrael...



The next day we went to Burlington, VT. Leaves turning. They fed us good and even had our names on our own private dressing room door. Shouts to Word and his crew for the parking lot beers and foot races! Everyone kilt it on stage, although someone hit Zac (Del's DJ) with a projectile from the crowd. People need to get smacked for real. Check this out... remember when 50 cent wasn't famous? in 2000 50 was opening for Mos Def! It's like a weird alternate universe that i'd much rather live in...



The next day we hadda drive all the way to Michigan, a task we valiently completed last night at 5am. To get West of VT we hadda cross Lake Champlain on a ferry. Sweeeet.



After a few terrifying rest stop breaks (bleary eyed, watching CNN news, brought to you by Lockheed Martin and THE ARMY!) we made it to the worl'd most average diner somewhere outside of Rochester. There's nothing more depressing to me, I dont know why, something to do with the unstoppable march towards mediocrity. Krayo read us a passage from Travel's With Charley that put it all into perspective (next time for that one).

We got the good news about being featured on myspace too.

Somewhere in the dark and rain in Ohio the clock struck 12 and we silently acknowledged that the album was officially out. What a world.

Stay tuned for more news and pics. The HEY video is almost done, and we're also up in the new issue of Complex (shouts to Justin Monroe and Noah Calahan!)

to quote Del...Life is a blast when you know what you're doing, better know what your doin before your life gets ruined...


peace,

- baje

In 1948, James Baldwin, one the greatest American writers, was just getting started with his writing career. Working for THE NEW LEADER, he wrote a review of the now-famous novel RAINTREE COUNTY by Ross Lockridge. Coincidentally, his review was published just days before Lockridge's suicide. In a post-script to the review, after he learned about the author's death, James Baldwin wrote the following incredible words...

"The gulf between our (American) dream, and the realities that we live with is something that we do not understand and do not wish to admit. It is almost as though we were asking that others look at what we want and turn their eyes, as we do, away from what we are. This rigid refusal to look at ourselves may well destroy us; particularly now since if we cannot understand ourselves, we will not be able to understand anything."

    - Lockridge: "The American Myth", 4/10/48


My point: James Baldwin was ill.

Peace, and I hope you've enjoyed FOOD FOR THOUGHT THAT YOU NEED TO TASTE pt. 1

       - baje

I'm going to try my best to get this down without any bullshit or exaggeration...

I'm also gonna say that I'm sure there are good cops out there. Cops who don't treat people like shit just because they can...

There were cops, ambulances and fire trucks on the corner of Smith and Warren. This I noticed on our way back to the lot after work. A few minutes later, I step out of the truck lot on the corner of Bond & President in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. I say peace to my boy from work. We just finished a moving job, I had come back to the lot get my bike, which I keep locked inside the lot during work hours since the street outside is pretty desolate.

I am walking down the sidewalk, pushing my bike with one arm, checking my text messages with the other when a black sedan pulls up on my right. Both guys in the car are staring at me, one latin guy and one arabic dude, and the passenger rolls the window down. My spidey sense starts tingling but I tell myself they probably just need directions. Driver leans over. "You work here?" He says, pointing to the building next to the lot. He says it like a dick. I have no idea these dudes are cops.

"Nah" I say, and keep walking.

"You don't work here?" He says, even more like a dick.

I turn around, pissed off now by dude's tone. "Nah" I say, a bit more agitated.

The car pulls off. I walk a bit further and turn around. At this point I'm a bit worried. There are certain types of people in this area that you may not want to raise your voice with. Tough guys. When I glance back I see that the car has turned around and is now coming back the wrong way down the street towards me. I had already dialed my work number to call in my hours for the day, and I had the phone up to my face. Spidey sense is now freaking out, telling me to hop on the bike and get the fuck out of there. But before I react, the car pulls up on the sidewalk and both dudes are out of the car with their hands in their jackets.

What I think: I'm about to have to fight both of these dudes for no reason. Either that or I'm about to get shot for the way I just said "Nah."

"Police. Put the fuckin phone down." One of them says.

I hang up the phone and start backing away from them.

"Put your bike down and stop moving."

I lean my bike up against a streetlight. "Where's your badge. Let me see your badge." I say.

The latin dude pulls out his badge in the same hand he was holding his gun . "What did you think, I was gonna rob you?" He says it like a dick. Like I'm an asshole for not thinking it was all good.

"I didn't know who you were. Two dudes pull up on me on the street, I don't know who you are." I say.

"Where the fuck you from?" The arabic dude asks. "You don't know who we are... in the black car? Fuck you. Where the fuck you from? Kansas?"

"I'm from here." I say. This is true. I live 6 blocks away. My father grew up just up the street. I don't say these last two things.

"What are you doing over here? I just saw you come out of that building. You work there?" The latin dude asks.

"I work for a moving company. We just dropped the truck off in the lot. I have the keys to the lot and to the truck. I was just calling my boss to call in my hours. Listen man, I didn't know you were cops."

As I say this, the other dude, the arabic dude, steps up and starts running his hands through my pockets. Patting me down. Grabbing me. He pulls out my wallet. "Well why'd you think we stopped you?"

"I don't know." I say.

"We didn't like your fuckin attitude, that's why. What you got here? You got any guns?" He asks.

 I shake my head. At no point do they say what the fuck this is about. And every word that comes out of their mouths sounds like a threat. It's just a way that cops talk. Like they know that they have guns and you don't so they can come with whatever attitude they want.

"You know it's illegal to ride your bike on the sidewalk." The latin dude says. "You know I could give you a summons for that."

"I wasn't riding my bike. You saw me, I was pushing my bike and talking on the phone." I say. I realize immediately that he knows this.

The arabic dude takes my wallet and walks towards the car. "You got any warrants?" He says.

I shake my head. "Nah" I say.

I turn around. I have to be honest, I can't believe this is happening, especially so close to where I live.

"You know it's illegal to ride your bike on the sidewalk, right?" The latin dude says again, repeating himself.

It's quiet for a minute before the arabic dude emerges from the car. "So you got drug charges? You got drugs on you right now?"

I shake my head again. Drug charges? What the fuck is he talking about? I'm like the poster boy for the positive member of society. I become aware that I'm feeling a confusing mixture of shame, fury and terror. I'm wondering at this point... did he put something in my pocket when he was searching me? I check my pockets but feel nothing weird. What the fuck is about to happen? I become immediately aware of how I'm dressed: baggy jeans, baseball cap, boots, and a hoodie. Work clothes. I have to remind MYSELF that I didn't do anything.

"We've had some problems with robberies in the area. Male. White." The arabic dude says. He walks up to me and stuffs my wallet into my sweatshirt pocket.

The latin dude comes up to me. "I'm not gonna give you a summons." He says.

I should probably shut up. But no. "I know you're not gonna give me a summons." I say. "I didn't do anything." I say it the way it reads.

The latin dude shoots me a hard look. "It's illegal to ride your bike on the sidewalk. Don't let me catch you doing that again." He says, opening the door of the sedan. The doors shut and the car pulls away.

I get on my bike and ride home.

There's no way that anyone will ever convince me that they needed to act like that. Fuck that. I was on my way home from work. Two weird guys pull up on me on the street... how am I supposed to react? I don't know. I'm glad it didn't go any further I guess. I think what I hated most about it is how I was too shook to say the kinds of things I really wanted to say to them. I don't know. Fuck the police.

peace,

     - baje