Status: Single
City: Saint Paul (not Minneapolis)
State: Minnesota
Country: US
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November 5, 2009 - Thursday
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October 29, 2009 - Thursday
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October 2, 2009 - Friday
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Category: Music
Rebellion Politik Lyrics
Original Assumption Desdamona Verse 1: Along the rails lay broken whispers Bars severed into fragments Blasted and shattered by the passing trains of thought Without any inkling that they ever existed There are no brakes to end the erasure of these Urban story condemned building histories Patterns unlike any other known to mankind This pronunciation is cryptic to those who don’t speak it… speak it Brihanu Chorus: Scene’s so intense the time is changing Blowing in the wind I’m like the gage and Trying to get my aim but not sustaining It feels like a hurricane is raging Time keeps moving but I’m not aging Mic in my hand, I rock the stage and Praising the sun just like the pagans Stays in the sun I’m like the raisin Brihanu Verse 1: What is freedom? Is it the ability to move within the vicinity of a facility? A false reality, the façade of a totalitarian democracy Or is it how you rock with me mentally? Back and forth to the cadence of my voice You know, the complex schism of beats, rhymes and rhythm Desdamona Verse 2: Revolution revolve around the revolver Bending backwards to oblivion, soldiers call her Back into the switch the evolver Stand to fight for rights and signs of life She rise fly heights you’ve never seen Bright eyes might blind the fight in me Trying times, fine rhymes call my destiny Stride right, high life got the best of me Brihanu Verse 2: What is freedom? Is it the perceived option to choose between two preconceived concoctions Of a two party dictatorship, based on maintaining a deranged relationship With no explanation of our benefits Or is it how you venture into the scenery of this rythmatic entity Eventually taking hold of your brain chemistry Brihanu Verse 3: One time, you mesmerized Combine minds, we epitomize the sunshine Keep it rolling and flowing, back like stolen a moment Act the holding of currents in that nautical ship My audible clip split like particle shit The record might skip, you better get hip to the movement Cause it’s soothing, grooving humans with no delusions
Brihanu Verse 4: What is freedom? Is it an abstract concept to a degree? Something you can be partially? Or is it the sum total of your independent parts? Like book smarts and body art All or nothing, life’s original assumption Buried under an indoctrination of consumption Or is it a trigonometric function? Is that why you’re cosigning to the complex schism Of beats rhymes and rhythm? Desdamona Verse 3: Calling all freedom writers, Calling all freedom writers To not only rewrite history, but dismantle the mystery This is a new train of thought, don’t lose your ticket Mama is the pilot and the scenery is about to change You might feel some turbulence so buckle your seatbelts It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but it’s smooth on the other side
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Rebellion Politik
Chorus: Rebellion Politik, the opposite of what you know as politics Where corporate capital makes the government break their promise It’s a new day where people create the policy And the economy trickles up to eradicate the poverty So get up, stand up, these are our demands, what We want our money back so politicians get your hands up Equal distribution of the land and the profits An end to all war and a socialized democracy Verse 1: I’m writing inciting the clash of the titans The premise is frightening, my nemesis fighting Inciting the right wing with media hype But Chuck D was right, don’t believe the hype Perceiving the issues, misleading officials With thieving intentions and heat seeking missiles Invisible agents ain’t packing a pistol Subliminal goals to deal your souls For global control corporations bankroll Political whores patrolling the shores They lure us in stores to keep us all poor Ignoring the cure for what’s at the core Explore the floor of the third world poor Creating the wars for mineral ore Come on y’all we gotta fight back with… Chorus Verse 2: Right now I’m speaking as the voice of the masses Defeated, mistreated, believe it you beat us robbed us and gassed us We’ve been passed up, locked up, exploited and downsized But we will uprise, no compromise, this is the fire next time My mind is still inclined to form a rhythmatic rhyme But I got enzymes in my blood that let me break it down each time So I can’t digest all that bullshit that you feed me You think hip-hop is antisocial, you ain’t read the graffiti Cause you ignored us like the writing on an Indian treaty We from the seedy needy streets of each American city Where it’s gritty and grimy, public school hallways are never shiny Police be eyeing me cause public policy criminalized me And kept us in poverty like a third world resident Nobody’s exempt, not even the brother of the president Rebellion politik is rebellion scholarship The science of survival in a repressive environment Chorus
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Manifest Verse 1: The ingrained psychology of a philosophy so simple Where the principle is a symbol to show you we're invincible And if we're not convincing you, cause that's what we were sent to do We'll take a religious view and make it more effective Then embed it in a sermon so you know that god said it Cause god said it If we embed it in a sermon, then you'll know that god said it So the message becomes repetitive, seduce you like a sedative You hear it in school, in the media and in your church edifice We're the civilized here to save the savages Their culture is ravenous, they're a lesser people Not equal to receive the gifts bestowed on god's righteous leaders Let's teach them they're inferior and should despise themselves And if they don't conform to us, they've destined themselves for hell If they rebel we have no choice but to take them by force It's what we're destined for, so you know it's god's law And if need be it's a justification for war By any means necessary, destroy all our adversaries And spread our doctrine to the edge of the Earth Cause the world is ours, it was manifested by birth Can't you see we're the most respectable, intellectual, Our culture is superior, you mortals are forgettable We want your land and your resources for the nourishment of our society But don't fight it and don't test we Just realize this is your manifest destiny Chorus: This is your destiny, let destiny manifest (repeat 3x) And god bless Verse 2: First written by a Democrat, John O'Sullivan It was used to justify taking Texas from the Mexicans Not to mention slaughtering every Native American But why stop there, let's just snatch the whole Caribbean Haiti to Puerto Rico and the Dominican El Salvador, Peru and down to Colombians Where they pick coca beans, but let's expand overseas To the Philippines and slaughter the Vietnamese Niggas please, let's catch half of Africa and make them plow the pasture Cause the expansion needs to happen faster And I'll chop off your foot if you forget to call me master There's oil is Uzbekistan, so we control Afghanistan Build pipelines and ship it south of Pakistan It's manifested, the world is ours for the taking Forsaking every ounce of decency, call it the great awakening Manifest Destiny is a doctrine of oppression Cleaned and dressed up for national protection It's not historical or metaphorical because it happens today It's the driving force behind our foreign policy It happens from Nicaragua all the way to Falujah Every time a president says hallelujah We support it, hand over hearts, singing the anthem We support it at Starbucks, throwing a tantrum Like "I need my fucking latte, Ethiopian blend" We support it cause sweatshops make all the latest trends We support it with the diamonds on our necks and our fingers We support it overseas thinking they should speak English When we turn a blind eye to economic injustice Then invade your borders, turn around and say "trust us" But don't fight it and don't test we Just realize, this is your manifest destiny Chorus: (Repeat 2x)
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The Basics Brihanu Verse 1: My mind bends when I write rhymes Transcend space time like I got a flux capacitor in my spine So I rap at 88 miles per hour With the power to devour any coward stepping to me Got a recipe for sesame MC’s stir-fried to perfection It’s a delicacy, my rhymes practice celibacy You can’t fuck with me cause I rap sickly Let me quickly demonstrate how I elevate as I penetrate the bass line Procreate, write a new rhyme, make y’all react like an enzyme Electromagnetic like a photon, spin around your head like electrons Causing neurons to disintegrate, when I radiate you meditate Let your mind ventilate Come with me let’s vacate this dimension Did I mention the ascension when I flip it in triplicate Infinite sentiments complement throughout the continent Bring it back, let your foot tap Catch a contact from the black brainiac with the maniac flows Keep your eyes closed and you might overdose When I flip hypnotic prose at your souls Prime Meridian style, straight up and down The sounds too profound when I compound, let’s calm down Chorus: Come on y’all back to the basics Cutting and breaking taking it back to the basics Throw on your Kangols and lace your Asics We rhyming brothers, taking it back to the basics Repeat RDM Verse 1: Never mind that we got to rewind that, Hip-Hop Find that feeling in the middle of the rhyme Digie getting into the venue to send crews to the basics, Digie bodacious Flows spacious get it live when I see the b-boys fat laces, hands up high Give me the energy when I rhyme, so I can throw it back at you First with a passion, first with the cash man, first with the rap man Asking you, do you want to ride like a passenger? Junkyard bump hard bogaurd like a running back None of that whackness, Abstract Pack this representing lovely Better practice, if you think of stepping up we’ll leave you backwards Digie y’all, RDM no arguing, let’s go Diggs Verse 1: The word play is nice, tongue slices like Pentjak Silat Unorthodox context plus the impact is not what the people expect Cause every chamber's like chess, the mic check tests load breath stress depth To the nondescript I'm a fundamentalist, Who hits with the force of Dalton and Schmidt Swing batter The patterns and schemes cleaner than Irish Spring lather A multi-tasking mad hatter with a swagger reminiscent of Ricky Walters My aura is Gibraltar or pure iron ore, whichever is softer At peace like a Mennonite when I write, but then with the mic My life reflects the tribulations of a Cenobite With such sites to show you, suffer the pain The more you fear the more we overload you With blind fits of rage on stage we get emotional The greatest MC write a passage if any Now it's odd how weaker minds immortalize the vibe of melancholyness for pennies It's probably just envy, but nevermind the haters All that "greater than less than" just helps when its time to work the next plan So when it comes to pseudo-rhyme sayers, poets and essayists Let's say it's the fame to blame for ignoring the basics Above all, remember this before you spit, if it's not true love you shouldn't deal with it. Chorus: 2x
------------- The Conflict Pt. 1 (History) Verse1: The wrath of a path that’s destined toward extinction Two warring factions that blast without thinking One wants a home the other wants survival A tribal rival that predates the Bible Conflict, the philosophy of atrocity Where Israel’s become the epitome of hypocrisy An occupying force, endorse religious divisions And turned the Gaza Strip into a virtual prison So turn on your TV and see the effects of conflict Quassam rockets and suicide bomb threats The response from Israeli defenses beyond relentless A catastrophic attack on the heads of the defenseless Innocent civilians, women and children Bombs on homes and mosques and school buildings Cut the electricity, cut off the water Shot on sight if you come near the border It’s a slaughter, the murders and tortures with horror Marauders of the Haganah met with Jihadis and Infitadas in Gaza Daughters screaming “Inshallah” backed by U.S. dollars It’s enough to make you holla for the apocalypse to Allah Verse 2: Let’s take a step back and figure out how’d we get to this And witness this crisis with historical emphasis Palestine, a place of conflict for millenniums A land between the Mediterranean and Mesopotamia Conquered by the Philistines and Babylonians Persians, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans The romance would never last, homelands would collapse Religious wars happen fast, movements of the mass The city of Jerusalem considered a holy land By Hebrews, Christians and the Muslims A holy war led by Abu Bakar Then the Crusades for Jesus Christ the superstar All the while Jews were persecuted uprooted and muted This is the origin of the Zionist movement A way to unify and give their life improvement But the struggle continues in the search for a homeland Modern day Palestine, home to millions of Arabs A secular land with people of all religions That coexist despite all their ethnic divisions But the Zionists will stop at nothing to gain their territory Here’s where the story gets gory for the Zionist glory Verse 3: At first Zionism was about liberation A place for the Jewish Diaspora to call a nation But then came a superiority complex Thinking they were better than the Arab farmers Zionist racism with British imperialism Set the stage for a cataclysmic schism World War I, the struggle begins again England double deals with Zionists and the Palestinians But they were truly the ultimate liars Their only goal was to expand their empire But little did they know, they didn’t have a clue That Palestine was a bite that they couldn’t chew Soon the British bastards came to discover That the Arabs and Jews would fight them and each other (The Arabs and Jews would fight them and each other) It’s ironic to hear, with today’s theatrics That Israelis were the first to use terrorist tactics Bombing British targets and praising martyrs The situation’s ugly and there’s no progress The conflict continues through World War II And the Nazi Holocaust killed six millions Jews This gave rise to sympathy for the Zionist movement And the creation of Israel, it made the blueprint In 1948 it was made official, the UN sanctioned the state of Israel Dismissal of the Palestinians was abysmal They lost most of the land and this is critical The split of the land was pure frustration They got less than 50%, they were two-thirds the population But what comes next sets today’s context Israeli expansion and occupational conquest (Here’s the conflict) England moved out and Israel took over Plundering land like European explorers Palestinians flee with little possessions Israeli expansion turns to ethnic cleansing The future of the region becomes ominous Palestinians pushed to the West Bank and Gaza Strip Conflict, Conflict, Conflict, Conflict It’s the conflict
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Catharsis Chorus: There she was, a silhouette in the darkness A soul captivated by a world for the heartless An empty vessel adrift in the water for days A maze of infinite passages, she couldn’t find her way Verse 1: A genius as a child, she was the artistic quiet type She’d lay awake at night, eyes open, praying for daylight To erase the demons that haunted from the nether regions Or to muffle the screaming of her mother being fucked or beaten By age 12 the hell became a pain she couldn’t expel I remember the night I took her diary from the shelf As I delved through the pages her anguish became contagious The stages of stress and depression coursed through my spirit As I read how she faded She said “god if you ever existed how could this world be afflicted By this miserable condition I prayed for you daily to take me out of this place My mother hates the sight of my face Is it because I remind her of her youth once full of grace Or is it that she can’t stand to see me embrace the fact that her life’s become a waste Can anyone hear me? I’m scared, I’m not prepared for what’s waiting for me but it has to be better than here If I fall will anyone catch me? I remember walking on the train tracks that night Off in the distance was a faint light And the brief vibration of my destiny waiting Why did I step to the side and feel the wind collide with my eyelids It felt like I could fly and I didn’t want to die But now I do” She looked intense as she slept Empty bottles on the floor from the medicine cabinet As I lifted her head, I felt her pillow was wet I caressed her cheek Her eyes began to peek but before she could speak I said “Be still child, this is your final instance of pain I’ve been watching you for a while This world was not meant for you to stay” Then I held her hand as we walked into the darkness On the path to eternity, it was her catharsis Chorus Verse 2: He always felt different, a person of color But when he walked through the crowded room nobody called him brother He felt the eyes penetrate his entire being As if he were some object of spectacle only to exist for the seeing But he was used to this feeling so he embraced it He’d laugh as he danced alone though his soul felt naked Escaped, with a hit or a tab or a sniff or a drink or a spliff Or a walk along the cliff or the edge or the ledge or the bridge No joke kid, this is how he lived Or at least pretended to I remember that night as he stared down at his destiny Could he feel my presence as he stood to the left of me? He spoke softly as his mind drift away He said “God if you ever existed why did you make me this way? Why am I responsible to tell them it’s ok to be gay? Is this the journey of your son to change the mind of a people? If they’re his followers, tell me why they’re so evil Perhaps I can show them more through death than through life Maybe they’ll understand my pain on the other side of the night Can anyone hear me?” His eyes opened wide as we fell toward the earth He stayed silent, almost defiant as I recited this verse “Be still child, this is your final instance of pain I’ve been watching you for a while This world was not meant for you to stay” Then I held his hand as we walked into the darkness On the path to eternity, it was his catharsis Chorus: Repeat 2x
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Alternative Energy Remixed Chorus: J to the U-N-K-Y-A-R-D to the E-M-P-I-R-E The apex, stay fresh, rip up the party Plug it in, come feel that energy Repeat Verse 1: It’s the energy altering your entire brain chemistry Alternative styles by the piles, bombing your infantry Graphic imagery creates symmetry in your mentality Disclosing fallacies, recalibrating reality When I rhyme it’s like the sun beaming off solar panels To scramble polar channels with electromagnetic antennae Regenerate your mind state with rhymes I regurgitate Activate neurons to stimulate the brain to elevate I rhyme to the beat of a different drummer Air masses clash, bringing the thunder And the heat of two summers It’s a wonder, climate changing the temperature rising Not surprising, cause my eyes see what’s climbing the horizon The energy’s overflowing, exploding like supernovas Your head nodding to my flow, arms waving at the shoulders Show what you about, we rock without a doubt Got your hands in the air with everybody screaming out Chorus: 1x Verse 2: At a Junkyard show the energy is bananas So you see the anarchists faces covered in bandanas You see the police ready to jam us up in the slammers So all my street photographers keep clicking the cameras Take a panoramic picture of this dynamic mixture Hitting gigantic issues with a pandemic scripture You want to smash the system, then keep swinging the hammers I spit grammar to the planners that canvas the city frantic They say freedom or death, so I spit freedom each breath And address a protest until there’s no breath left We overloaded with energy so there’s plenty to focus Witness the opus of the dopest, keep your DNA encoded Twist you like the strands on the bands of a double helix Eclipse weakness with the Alternative Energy Remix So show what you about, we rock without a doubt Got your hands in the air with everybody screaming out Chorus: 2x
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June 26, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Music
The blog world has been showing Rebellion Politik some love, and it's not even out yet! Soon, we are gonna put a few tracks up on this site for you to check out while we are waiting for the final pressing of the album. Until then, you can hear the title track on these sites, and in some cases catch a few words about it: Perfect Porridgehttp://www.perfectporridge.com/2009/06/24/junkyard-empire-write-the-soundtrack-for-rebellion/"Never shy about a conflict, JE tackles topics like the
Israeli-Palestine conflict and Manifest Destiny. Just try not to shake
your fist while listening to this stuff." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DJ Pwelbs' blog Bad Servicehttp://www.pwelbs.com/post/127211960/junkyard-empire-rebellion-politik---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Midwest Broadcasthttp://midwestbroadcast.blogspot.com/2009/06/junkyard-empire-rebellion-politik.html------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Elbow.wshttp://elbo.ws/artist/junkyard-empire/
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May 18, 2009 - Monday
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Current mood:  happy
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May 8, 2009 - Friday
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Okay, yeah, I know there are "a lot of good people out there who are unfortunately depending upon banks loaning them the money to run their businesses, businesses that provide much needed jobs in our community," (voice of my inner "Devil's advocate")but let's just think about that a minute. Is it actually a good thing that the vast majority of the economy of the United States and indeed much of the world depends upon loans from banks who are essentially answerable to nobody? I mean, I just recently got a letter from Capital One telling me that my credit card interest rate is going up to like 24%, after I have only had two late payments in well over two years. Who the fuck are they actually in business for? [Wait, I want to stay somewhat restrained in this post, so that I don't look like a completely bloody revolutionist on the rampage.]
So, I ask the question: Why exactly are we so - and when I say "we" I mean our current and recent governmental leadership - sure that if we let the banks that are "insolvent" fail our society will not rebuild itself in a much more logical, evidence-based manner? I mean, if you own a coffee shop and you are not selling enough coffee and danishes to stay open without taking out a bunch of business loans from the bank, logic ought to tell you to close down the damn business, or somehow change how you operate the business so that there is less overhead, right? Under the economic paradigm of the past 30 years or so, the previous statement would be shouted down as blasphemy. So much so, that most business owners are remiss to envision any possible business that does not take out more and more loans the more successful the business becomes. That is how out of touch the business world has become; they can't envision operating without massive funding from banks. In short, we went from a basic operating assumption that a successful business is one that is solvent and can provide the amount of goods and services demanded by the customers of said business, to an assumption that says a good business is a big business - the goal being to get bigger, even if you operate on a huge loss every year. Needless to say, I tend to think the former is a much healthier, albeit tougher, paradigm to operate under. Being a musician, problems like running out of CD's to sell at our shows, are good problems. We don't run out and try to get a loan from a big bank to pay for the printing of more CD's. Instead, we partner up with colleagues and actual investors to print more CD's than we did the last time, so that we can service everyone that wants one. More on that later.
Look, my point here is simple: There is a big difference between going to the proverbial "bank" and taking out a giant loan with a high interest rate in order to create more product, knowing full well that you are going to have to pay back a ton of money, regardless of whether or not your customer base actually expands, and talking to partners in similar businesses about pooling monies together to put out more product, offering those partners "points" (as we do in the independent music world) or a piece of the profits for a certain period of time or until they are paid off, whichever happens first. Damn, that was a long sentence, but hopefully clear. Am I making sense here?
If all the big giant, community crushing, banks in the country failed, what would happen? Well, the same damn thing that has happened time and time again throughout history, we would "socialize" them, "nationalize" them, "rescue" them, or whatever term you want to use so as not to rile up your frightened capitalist friends. And when that happens, the taxpayer owns the bank, and if the taxpayer is involved enough in the goings on of government, the taxpayer can have a profound effect upon who gets the money and what the terms are. In our current situation, banks are no different than the mafia, in that they give you an offer you simply can't refuse, and then when you fuck up and miss a payment, they don't just come and break your legs, they take your home, sue you, and take all your possessions until they feel like they got enough out of you to "settle" your loan terms. In the case of homes, the government pays off many of the banks the minute you sign your promissory note, and every penny you are supposedly "paying off" to the bank is pretty much just them collecting twice. It's a complex issue, and I do plan on writing more about this in the future. But for the sake of argument, everyone knows that nobody who buys a house, myself included, really envisions paying the thing totally off - unless they are really damn wealthy. Instead, we plan to hold onto it until the market tells us it's smart to sell, pay off the loan, and then - you know it - go out and get another, bigger, better loan.
It's all bullshit people, a clever game that we all play, because our system is set up in a way that offers very few alternatives. If the biggest, baddest banks fail, and taxpayers either take ownership of them or simply refuse pay them off, the government will have little choice but to take control of the financial markets and rebuild them, hopefully in a way that is centered upon uplifting the human condition, not simply uplifting profit and capital.
Personally, I have already canceled all of my credit cards and I am paying off the remaining balances in payments I can afford. Within a few months, I will have no cards to speak of, and I am more than willing to live my life here without the "convenience". I am still paying off my car, which sucks, and I have a house to pay off. However, my home loan is guaranteed by the government, and sits at a fixed interest rate of 6%. Put that in your pipe and smoke it Wall Street! I, for one, am more than willing to deal with the pain of the end of the American banking system as we know it, compared with the pain of only being able to subsist in this culture via outlandish bank loans that I know I will never be able to pay back.
And finally, the failing of the banks will inevitably lead to the coming together of people from every walk of life, either on the streets fighting a long overdue revolution in this misguided country, or because we are forced to work together with our neighbors to take back our country, its economic system, and control of the engine of capital again. Only this time, we can't fuck up and let the so-called "conservatives" lure us in with the promises of exorbitant capital and profit for goods and services that do nothing but rape the environment, the arts, and the rest of the commons.
Bring on the angry mob.
-Chris Robin Cox
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April 13, 2009 - Monday
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March 3, 2009 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  angry
You have heard from us before that we are having a "big show", but this time we mean it in the biggest of ways. Blue King Brown is not only the biggest band that we have ever been invited to share the stage with, but they are a band that we look up to both as musicians and as activists. They have toured the world with the likes Michael Franti and Spearhead and Carlos Santana calls them his "favorite band." Nuff said right? Wrong. Here's the thing: If we can get every person we know to come down to the Cabooze on that Saturday night, we can show the men and women of Blue King Brown a Twin Cities welcome that will make them want to come back every time they are in the states. Plus, you never know, maybe we will get to join them for a tour sometime in the future. As if sharing the stage with Blue King Brown on a Saturday night at the Cabooze was not enough, we will also be celebrating some great news! Junkyard Empire is the first artist to be signed to a new up and coming independent record label called Media Roots Music! Our first recording will be an EP called REBELLION POLITIK, due out in the spring. So, please, if you like what Junkyard Empire stands for and you like our music, please tell everyone you know about this gig and get out to the party. This event is also 18+, so for all you folks under 21, this is going to be a big party! unkyard Empire's Biggest Show EVER! SATURDAY, March 14th @ The Cabooze
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February 21, 2009 - Saturday
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18+ Show!!!!!!!!!! 18 + show. Fresh off of his album with C-Rayz Walz, Kosha is touring the US. Kosha Dillz belongs to a Maimonides study group and references his Jewish heritage throughout his music. He came to explore his Judaism in the wake of a life of turmoil, and it has come full circle back to hip hop. Now, he melds the two seamlessly as his craft and as his identity. Kosha has appeared onstage with luminaries Killah Priest, Remedy, Subliminal, Platinum 112, Matisyahu, C Rayz Walz, Yakk Ballz and is the winner of several East Coast freestyle rap battles and hip hop competitions. His new album “Freestyle Vs. Written” is a collaboration with C Rayz Walz. He also speaks about his experiences to students, teens and other groups about the perils of substance abuse and the merits of leadings clean life. Special Guests Junkyard Empire are an up-and-coming political hip-hop live band out of St. Paul, MN. They have shared the stage with the Twin Cities’ biggest names and have received high praise for their recent EP “Rise of the Wretched”.
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February 19, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  awake
No, not with the trombone player's anger management! We need help getting posters, handbills, and word of mouth propaganda out there to the public about our big shows coming up. And, though we don't have the shows listed yet in our calendar, we are going to have a REALLY active Spring season, so we will need A LOT of dedicated revolutionaries to help us get our music and our message out to the people.
So, would you like to join the Junkyard Empire Revolutionary Front? We're hoping the answer is an emphatic "YES!" from at least a few of you out there. Our immediate needs include flyer and handbill distribution, word of mouth campaigns, and some online organizing as well. If you dig what we do and would like to always be the first person to get CD's, shirts, stickers, bandannas, all other shwag and free admission + back stage access to ALL of our shows, send us a message at junkyardempire@gmail.com and we will respond IMMEDIATELY.
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