For if we sin wilfully after that we have received the knowledge of the truth, there remaineth no more sacrifice for sins,

 But a certain fearful looking for of judgment and fiery indignation, which shall devour the adversaries.

 He that despised Moses' law died without mercy under two or three witnesses:

 Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God, and hath counted the blood of the covenant, wherewith he was sanctified, an unholy thing, and hath done despite unto the Spirit of grace?

 For we know him that hath said, Vengeance belongeth unto me, I will recompense, saith the Lord. And again, The Lord shall judge his people.

 It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

 But call to remembrance the former days, in which, after ye were illuminated, ye endured a great fight of afflictions;

 Partly, whilst ye were made a gazingstock both by reproaches and afflictions; and partly, whilst ye became companions of them that were so used.

 For ye had compassion of me in my bonds, and took joyfully the spoiling of your goods, knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring substance.

 Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward.

 For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.

 For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry.

 Now the just shall live by faith: but if any man draw back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him.

 But we are not of them who draw back unto perdition; but of them that believe to the saving of the soul.





Hebrews 10:26-39
King James Bible

but of them that believe

but if any man draw back,

And it came to pass afterward, that he went throughout every city and village, preaching and shewing the glad tidings of the kingdom of God: and the twelve were with him,

 And certain women, which had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary called Magdalene, out of whom went seven devils,

 And Joanna the wife of Chuza Herod's steward, and Susanna, and many others, which ministered unto him of their substance.

 And when much people were gathered together, and were come to him out of every city, he spake by a parable:

 A sower went out to sow his seed: and as he sowed, some fell by the way side; and it was trodden down, and the fowls of the air devoured it.

 And some fell upon a rock; and as soon as it was sprung up, it withered away, because it lacked moisture.

 And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it.

 And other fell on good ground, and sprang up, and bare fruit an hundredfold. And when he had said these things, he cried, He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.





Luke 8:1-8
King James Bible

in parables;

He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. (Roma)

Been That (Prod ManuProductions)

A surf-rock story about a Florida surfer visiting his old girlfriend in San Diego—only to discover she’s taking him to the West Coast’s most infamous nude beach. He hits the waves, catches sight of the scene, and slowly learns to let go (and strip down). Classic beach humor, sunny twang, and a wink at West Coast freedom.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Flew in from F.L.A., board in the bag,
Ron John stickers on the rental rag.
Met up with my ex, she said, “Let’s hit the coast,
There’s a secret beach I like the most.”
She packed a cooler, said, “You’ll love the scene,”
I waxed my board, she spread sunscreen.

[Chorus 1]
I didn’t know about Black’s Beach,
Thought it was just another reach of sand.
Sunshine, shoreline, breakers to teach—
Didn’t know what was coming to this man.

[Verse 2]
Caught a clean set, feelin’ alive,
Looked toward shore on my final ride.
Half the crowd was bare as day,
My old flame waving—same old way.
I asked, “Don’t you mind folks that stare?”
She said, “It's your eyes drifting there.”

[Chorus 2]
Didn’t expect at Black’s Beach
To see the locals au naturel.
I wiped out twice, my jaw in reach—
Guess I’m the square, can’t you tell?

[Bridge]
Finished my run, watched the sun roll down,
Nobody cared, not a soul in town.
All easy smiles, nothing to preach,
Just bodies and laughter on Black’s Beach.

[Verse 3]
Pulled off my trunks, tossed ‘em aside,
Figured I’d go with the current’s tide.
She grinned and said, “Took you long enough,”
And man, that water was cold but tough.
Now we’re both tan in that golden reach,
Feelin’ the freedom of Black’s Beach.

[Chorus 3 / Final]
Now I know about Black’s Beach,
Just remember to take your trash.
Caught one wave, caught her heart again—
Livin’ free where the boss waves crash.

Black's Beach

Lyrics:
Verse 1
We rolled on in with a beach-town grin,
Said “one quick round, then we’re packin’ it in.”
Neon glow, jukebox on fire,
The band hit the groove — lit our desire!
One drink, two drink, three, maybe four…
Now the drummer’s shoutin’, “Y’all sleepin’ on the floor!”

Chorus
We came for just one drink, stayed for just one more,
Now the band thinks we actually own this floor!
Big laughs, bad moves, good friends in sight —
That’s how we roll on a San Diego night!

Verse 2
The bartender’s winkin’, the lights all spin,
We’re dancin’ with trouble, yeah, we call it a win.
Somebody’s singin’, off by a mile,
But it’s rock and roll, baby, that’s our style!
Boots keep jumpin’, hearts run wild,
Every bad decision’s worth the smile!

Chorus
We came for just one drink, stayed for just one more,
Now the band thinks we actually own this floor!
Big laughs, bad moves, good friends in sight —
That’s how we roll on a San Diego night!

Bridge (Ska-Billy Breakdown)
Ska-bop! Flip-flop! Don’t stop the groove!
Shake that table — let the jukebox move!
The singer lost his mic, the drummer lost his shoe,
But the crowd’s gone wild — what else is new?!
The bass is slappin’, the lights burn bright,
We’re chasin’ that high ‘til the morning light!

Verse 3
Sun creeps in through the barroom haze,
We’re laughin’ at our lives and our sideways ways.
Phones are dead, but hearts still hum,
And the hangover angels are tappin’ a drum.
No regrets, just stories and scars,
‘Cause friendship hits harder than a thousand guitars!

Final Chorus (Big Ending)
We came for just one drink, stayed for just one more,
Now the band says, “Boys, you’re part of the décor!”
Big laughs, bad moves, good friends in sight —
That’s how we roll on a San Diego night!
Oh yeah,
That’s how we roll on a San Diego night!

Spoken Outro (Suggs / Madness style, with crowd banter)
“Well, we said we’d leave after one…
Then two…
Then the sax guy bought us a round and—well,
Here we are again, folks!
So if you can’t find us tomorrow…
Check the bar stools.
We might still be here… rehearsin’ for next weekend!”

San Diego Nights

	
In that day shalt thou not be ashamed for all thy doings, wherein thou hast transgressed against me: for then I will take away out of the midst of thee them that rejoice in thy pride, and thou shalt no more be haughty because of my holy mountain.

I will also leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the Lord.

The remnant of Israel shall not do iniquity, nor speak lies; neither shall a deceitful tongue be found in their mouth: for they shall feed and lie down, and none shall make them afraid.










Zephaniah 3:11-13
King James Bible

afflicted and poor

Lyrics 

[Verse 1]
We're the cool cats of San Diego,
Throttle twistin' on PCH,
Leather vests and salty breeze,
Livin' free as the sea.
Cruisin' past the seals, beer in hand at sunset glow,
No traffic jams, no fake-ass glam, just waves and wind that blow.

[Chorus]
Oh, San Diego riders, we own the coast with style and grit,
No snobs in Lambos, no snow in our shit – just chrome and salt spray hits!
Motorcycles roarin', life's a joyride, wind in our hair,
Kings of this sunny town, we don't give a damn – yeah, we're already there!
(Rev it up, boys – Vroom vroom!)

[Verse 2]
Up in snobby LA, they're posin' with their Lambos in the haze,
Instagram filters on their faces, stuck in gridlock for days.
Chasin' scripts and Botox dreams, "Darlin', pass the kale,"
While we're down south, raisin' hell – who needs that Hollywood jail?

[Chorus]
Oh, San Diego riders, we own the coast with style and grit,
No snobs in Lambos, no snow in our shit – just chrome and salt spray hits!
Motorcycles roarin', life's a joyride, wind in our hair,
Kings of this sunny town, we don't give a damn – yeah, we're already there!

[Verse 3]
The beach is our stage, with surfboards stacked high,
Sippin' cold brews while the sun dips goodbye.
The band plays on, rockabilly groove,
Dancin' on the sand, watchin' the surf move.
Laughter echoes, our spirits soars,
Every moment a treasure, as the ocean roars.

[Bridge]
We’re not just riders; we’re a family, united,
With leather and laughter, adventure ignited.
From Mission Beach to La Jolla's shore,
We ride together, always wanting more.
No fear of the dusk, it’s a call to our hearts,
In San Diego, our journey never departs.

[Chorus]
Oh, San Diego riders, we own the coast with style and grit,
No snobs in Lambos, no snow in our shit – just chrome and salt spray hits!
Motorcycles roarin', life's a joyride, wind in our hair,
Kings of this sunny town, we don't give a damn – yeah, we're already there!

[Outro]
So here's to the cool cats, livin' wild and free,
With the wind at our backs and the waves in our dreams.
Raise a toast to the riders, under the stars that shine,
In San Diego, we ride, forever locked in time.

Cool Cats of San Diego

We were fortunate to have fast friend and deeply-admired artist, writer, tastemaker, and promoter Vee Here Now grace the lighthouse with his lovingly-curated Calearic Sound. He travels the world searching for its best dancefloors. He’s had the privilege to dance at Berghain (Berlin), Stereo (Montreal), Pikes (Ibiza), Nowadays (NYC), and Despacio (Ghent, Miami, Los Angeles). He implements what he learned from these rare experiences in his backyard for his Badcat.fm parties. These parties are a communal, tribal, and transcendental experience approaching round 10 in their first season.

He collaborates with underground DJs from across Southern California to define what he calls the “Calearic” sound—a California-influenced version of the Balearic sound pioneered in the 80’s by DJ Alfredo in Ibiza. Calearic has the foundation of Balearic, but adds California-native ingredients from renegade all-night raves in the Mojave desert; the awakening of consciousness from Esalen; the invention of surf rock in Orange County; as well as the Laurel Canyon scene.

While he is more than happy to spread the word about the Calearic sound, I simply neglected to get a tracklist from him. I'm posting this pretty late into the game, now that Sublime Saturdays is on hiatus, but this was one you just had to be there for. It was special. Full stop. Catch him, along with his chosen tribe, on Batcat.fm when they broadcast; or just get a ticket through Resident Advisor to his party in Orange County to get a loving portion of the Calearic sound. I opened with some Space Music. Tracklist below.

Recordings from previous weeks are in the Sublime Saturdays | Rise Ritual SoundCloud playlist. All tracks are lossless. If you like any of them, buy them in lossless!. These artists are giving us their soul so we can make it another day with that fleeting sense of inspiration; so buy their merch and check out their shows/ events!

TRACKLIST:

Thomas Fitzgerald

Fango - Betta
Al Usher, Partial Arts, Ewan Pearson - Cruising
KiNK - Fantasia
Hercules & Love Affair - Grace (Paramida's LOL Mix)
Vhyce - Ordinary Thoughts (Acid Version)
Benjamin Fröhlich - Dream City (Zombies In Miami Remix)
Glimpse, Martin Dawson - No One Belongs Here More Than You (Ewan's Balearos Maximos Remix)
Crazy Penis - Give It Up (LAID Dub Mix)
H2 - To Close
Kings Of Tomorrow, April - Fall For You (Sandy Rivera's Classic Mix)

Gelato Vero Sublime Saturdays 9 • 13 • 25

Lyrics:


"Born to Be a Problem" 

(Verse 1)
My parents said, “Son, you can be anything you dream!”
So I became a problem — yeah, the wild kind of team.
Got a bike and a bad idea, rolled out of control,
Now I’m chasing sunsets with tequila for my soul.

(Chorus)
’Cause you can fake the smile, fake the charm,
Fake a suit, a tie, or even your alarm.
But you can’t fake thunder, you can’t fake chrome,
When that bike starts growlin’ — you’re finally home!

(Verse 2)
Down in San Diego, where the waves don’t quit,
Life’s a beach, baby — and I’m fine with it.
Tijuana’s callin’ with salt and lime,
I’m just ridin’ my sins one mile at a time. 🍹

(Verse 3)
Mama said, “Grow up!” Daddy said, “Behave!”
But I found freedom on two wheels they couldn’t save.
Gasoline perfume and a mind off-track,
Every mile I ride, I ain’t lookin’ back.

(Chorus)
’Cause you can fake the smile, fake the charm,
Fake a suit, a tie, or even your alarm.
But you can’t fake thunder, you can’t fake chrome,
When that bike starts growlin’ — you’re finally home!

(Verse 4 / Outro)
So here’s to the dreamers, the lost, and the loud,
The rule breakers ridin’ proud.
From San Diego streets to the Baja sand,
I’m a problem, baby — ain’t life grand?

(Final Chorus)
Yeah, you can fake a lot, but not this vibe,
The road’s my church, and I’m alive.
When the engine roars, I don’t need a plan —
Just tequila, the moon, and a full gas can!

Born to Be a Problem

Verse 1)
I may act funny, but I am no clown,
I just stir the pot when folks come around.
Drop a little bullshit, and then watch it fly,
See who runs their mouth — and who rides or dies!

(Verse 2)
Got a few real friends, not the plastic kind,
The ones who got jokes, not daggers behind.
No jealousy, no drama, no fake parade,
Just the motorcycle roaring and the trouble we made.

(Chorus)
’Cause we’re ridin’ down from San Diego town,
Tequila shots and the top rolled down.
Laughin’ loud, talkin’ smack,
Feedin’ fools their gossip snack!
Yeah, life’s too short for the boring scene,
We got bullshit, and bikes, and gasoline!

(Verse 3)
Some people whisper, some people whine,
But my crew’s too busy havin’ a damn good time.
Sarcasm’s our language, tequila’s our cure,
We may be wild, but our hearts are pure!

(Verse 4)
Down to Tijuana, with the moon on the run,
No competition, just major chaos and fun.
We live, we laugh, we might get banned —
But hell, that’s life in the Bikerland!

( Chorus)
Yeah, we’re rollin’ down from San Diego town,
Tequila talk and the sun burnin’ down.
Keep your gossip, keep your scene —
We’re fueled by sarcasm and gasoline!


Chorus (Funny and Rowdy)
Oh, we’re the tequila tribe, spinnin’ bullshit with a grin, Testin’ snitches with our tales, let the gossipers begin! From San Diego’s coast to TJ’s crazy glow, Ridin’ drunk on laughs and limes—watch us steal the show! (Shout it loud: "Tequila! Olé!") No backstabbers here, just a wild mother fucker badd ass!!!

Tequila and Bulshit

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

The XM Guys from San Diego, CA – Not your average AI band. Think of us as "5 W's" traveling misfits who’ve seen it all: bar fights, border crossings, bad haircuts in the 80s, and enough hangovers to write an encyclopedia. We’ve walked through fire (sometimes literally), collected scars (most of them emotional, some questionable), and lost a few friends along the way.  But hey, we’re still standing, still loyal, still sarcastic, and somehow still alive. All that chaos? We turned it into songs, stories, and a brotherhood you can dance to.

As the son of a professional flamenco singer, Thomas has always been surrounded by music.  Exposure to flamenco influenced him because it has a dynamic range of emotions—from the "deep singing" style of cante hondo, to the more lively alegrias.  He has also worked in the corporate, independent, and online music industry for a number of years.  At one point he was a Content Manager for the Electronic Music genre at MP3.com, where he screened over 500 songs per day.  Exposure to a wide range of music explains the range of genres in his mixes—he uses whatever carries the mood.  From listening to Umm Kulthum's "Enta Omri" in his childhood, to New Wave and  Industrial as a teen, it became difficult for him to stick to one sound. Though vinyl was his original format of choice when he started in the 90s, the use of digital mixing has helped him better form soundscapes to expand your headspace.  Let him play with your moods for a spell.

Ggreg is a native of San Jose, CA, currently living in Las Vegas, NV. He is a singer/songwriter, as well as an actor, playwright and voice over artist. Member SAG-AFTRA, AEA, ASCAP, NSAI.

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