Volume 2 of Funky Fresh Mornings with Felonious Funk Presents: FUNK THE WORLD - Mikey Halim - Queens, New York.

FUNK THE WORLD - VOL. II - MIKEY HALIM

FUNK THE WORLD - VOL. IV - TOLINCHILOVE

It’s been a while but here we are.  And now, anything goes…

the funkiest of them all

Some sultry sounds for the more tender souls:

Runaway - MTBRD
Bounce - DJ Cam
Purple night - Cezaire
Blowback - Galimatias
Tangerine (Channel Tres remix) - Aaron Childs
Hold tight - Moods
Moon night club - Nigolas
These are just places to me now - Folamour
Fever tension - Fresh & Low
Actually - Dan Kye
I once was lost - Scott Diaz
Get up to get down - Ben Hauke

Photo: Dead Sea, September 2019

between the beats

Volume 5 of Funky Fresh Mornings w/ Felonious Funk presents: FUNK THE WORLD - aired exclusively on Radio alHara.

This episode featuring Jakes-Hid of House of Afandi, Amman-Jordan.

FUNK THE WORLD

FUNK THE WORLD - VOL. V - JAKES-HID (HOUSE OF AFANDI)

hello there hi there hello

Back with Volume VI of FUNK THE WORLD on Radio alHara.  This time with the banging beats of Sleazy Wonder.  Aired on 26.02.22. 

Graphics by Utsav Verma

Funk The World

FUNK THE WORLD - VOL. VI - SLEAZY WONDER

FUNK THE WORLD - VOL. VII - NAVORSKY

dang-dat disgo gud

twiggy tsardust

VOL. VIII of Funky Fresh Mornings with Felonious Funk Presents:

FUNK THE WORLD

This month featuring the all-vinyl gems of Ms. SoulTurner from Bogota, Colombia

[aired exclusively on Radio alHara]

FUNK THE WORLD VOL. VIII - MS. SOULTURNER

Cafe Disco

Decolonize your mind - Live on Radio alHara (27.04.24)

Felonious - 48 hours for Palestine

Decolonize Your Mind II

Funky Sermon for Darker than Wax - Worldwide FM (2021)

Felonious Funk-up of My Soul - the Cancel x MLK Jr.

Photo: Brooklyn, NY (2020)

My Soul Marches On (MLK Jr.)

Oddisee "Beach Dr"  x The Last Poets "New York, New York" 

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Photo: Coney Island, NY (2019)

New York Beaches (The Last Poets)

Felonious Funk-up of Maya Angelou* x Morning Dew (Matt Quentin)

*Speech to the United Nations circa. 1995 for UN 50th anniversary

A Brave and Startling Truth

[[Dedicated to the hope for peace, which lies, sometimes hidden, in every heart]]

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

The True Wonder (Maya Angelou)

A genre of her own, Felonious Funk blends jazzy funky hippitty-hoppitty rhythm-and-bluesy house sounds to curate a groovy and authentic musical experience that speaks to the soul.

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