Motor City Americana born of an excess of beverages, Poor Player is a five piece band that takes to the stage with barrel house rambles, neo Dustbowl yodels, Tecumseh strums, and a hopped up grab bag of American riddles and laments. Saluting the guy flying a sign beside the highway exit, zigzagging through the post-industrial prairie, Poor Player is all about finding the roots beneath the rubble, the green beneath the ruin, the country blues in the pothole concrete, the folk in the f***d up, and the beauty in the city gone to seed. Always bring a flask to Poor Player shows and spill some firewater for the brothers passed and who are passing. Missing Poor Player one place search another, they play on some stage waiting for you.

Pone Lionell 
01-10-1980 
Chicago,Illinois (SouthSide)

Pone Lionell, born Antonio Lawson started doing music at the age of 12yrs old. He started out singing in the choir for Woodgate Elementary School. In High School, Antonio performed at various Talent Showcases and had many opportunities to be signed to a major record label. To make money for his career as an entertainer, Antonio worked a part-time job throughout school. After High School , Antonio continued to work and spend time in the studio. 
In 2001, Antonio lost his mom to a heart attack. He then stopped working and moved to Las Vegas. While in Las Vegas Antonio continued with his music working with his childhood friend Eugene "Chicago" Simmons. The two made a couple of mixtapes and went independent. Antonio was then known as Pone Gotti. The two went their separate ways and Antonio changed his name to Pone Lionell. Antonio never got a chance to make it to a major label so took a break from music. 
2009 was a great year for Antonio. He had his first child. A beautiful little girl named Syreneti. From that day he's been focusing on how to be a father to his only seed. Though financial issues hit from a nationwide recession, Antonio tried to get back in to the music by joining NWB(Nation Wide Bizzness). Antonio has performed at various venues with NWB. Now 6yrs later Antonio is still involved with NWB but has also stated his own music label called Knight Lyfe Muzik. KLM is solely owned by Antonio and he will be releasing his final album before going behind the scenes to sign new artist and become an executive producer/manager. He also hopes that this will be a huge success for him and his family. With his unique talent Antonio has performed in rap battles and cyphers, he's collabed with one of the greatest teams in I&M Studios(NWB) and also has a gift in production.

Movement Recordings | Revolt Music (Outta Limits) | Reload Records | deep dip 

Promos: mindersmusic@hotmail.com

Minders is a music project formed by the duo Santiago Luna and Carlos Luna. Two Brothers who grew up inspired by their shared love for electronic music. 

Inspired by genres such as Progressive House, Trance and Techno, Santiago began making music at 16 years of age. In 2014, he began leaning towards trance and gave rise to his alias “Lightform," with which he has been making trance ever since. He has been nominated as the best Mexican trance DJ in 2017 and 2020. His great support has landed him in the first place in the Beatport Trance chart with his track "Gamemaster." He has had the fortune to present his music at such festivals as EDC Mexico, A State Of Trance,  and Dreamfields Mexico.

Carlos Luna grew up surrounded by musical talent and under the influence of the piano and guitar, he found inspiration in many different genres at a young age. Motivated by several electronic music artists, he began DJing in 2009 and soon started to play at different events around Mexico. After transitioning to Canada and studying Neuroscience, he is now focusing his efforts on infusing understandings of the mind and distinct experiences into their music-making process. 

After following different roads through their unique music talents, their paths meet again. Minders are two skilled Djs and producers from whom you can only expect the un expected. Their melodic landscapes and deep roots can only assure you that what's coming is going to be unique and it’s going to be BIG.

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Tha True Godfather Of Ghetto Houz Muzik
Houz'Mon 
What words can describe the one and only "HOUZ'MON"? Pioneer? Party Rocker? Ghetto Houz Icon? Lets start at the beginning Houz'Mon grew up on the West Side of Chicago where he was exposed at an early age to Chicago, New York & Detroit dance music. Before Houzmon, or Rickki q houz was born I went by the name Slick Master Rick in 1987 sign my first record deal with Dj International Records. The name of my trax "Brother's and sister's house on 13th street! Aka Halloween House" this trax lunched the foundation and planted the seed of "GHETTO HOUZ" 
Aliases:X-men,Rickkiqhouz,Slick Master Rick
Mixing House and Techno, Houz'Mon created and founded the style we all know now as ghetto house muzik,The style was born at The Factory Nite Club on the west side of Chicago... that sound and this sense of crossing boundaries has made his music so appealing and enduring to many people across different musical scenes.
DJing professionally for over three decades has produced anthem after anthem including "Acids Warp", "Fear the World", Pack it up, Com mo ya, & "101" With his third release on his new label Orchid Records in Chicago "The HouzMon Ep" "The Rebirth Of Houz Ep" & " The Resurrection Ep" Evolutions Ep" And his new Cd "The Mind Of HouzMon" on Beat Boys Records which all on vinyl & Mp3 Down load..
In 1993 HouzMon release his first ep on his first record label "Beat Boy Records" And the Birth of Ghetto Houz Muzik was born!!! In 2006 Houz'Mon made friend with Arnold G Arnold G, the Grammy Ballot Nominated Recording Artist, was born and raised primarily in Camarillo, California ask Houz'Mon to do a remix for him on his label A&G Records his debut cd "Driven" on the dance floor the trax Houz'Mon remix was call "Can You Feel It". Houz'Mon also appeared on labels including Dj International, Dance Mania, Trax Records, Hard West Ent, Pro-Jex, Dirty Muzik Records, Underground housemuzik records, Ego Plastix, Fresca recordings and many other's HouzMon also did a movie sound track title " Check Mate" With American legendary martial artist & actress "Cynthia Rothrock"
Houzmon has played all over the world at high profile clubs in Chicago, St Louis, Denver,Michigan, Wisconsin, France, London, Germany, Scotland, Japan, Amsterdam and many more.
Houz'Mon also appeared in the dance music documentary "The History of House Music" by the legendary Rocky Jones of DJ International Records

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Poet  and Translator FETHI SASSI
Born on the 1st of June 1962 in Nabul  ( Tunisia )  .
He is a writer of prose poetry and short poems and haiku . He is a 
translator of all Its poems to English .
A member in the Tunisian Writers' Union . And member in the Literature 
Club at the cultural center of Sousse .
His first book of poetry entitled "A Seed of Love" was published in the 
year 2010 .
Second entitled ) I dream …. and I sign on birds the last words )in 2013 .
The third book of poetry  " A sky for a strange bird “ in Egypt in 2016.
The Forth published in Egypt in march 2017 (As  lonely rose ..one a chair
My first translated and published book in Canada  2017  ( and you are the 
entire poem ) .

  All is One, You are God, and the answer is LOVE...

   Inside most people there is a feeling of being separate, Separated from everything, and they're not.You're part of absolutely every one, and everything. PLEASE,  believe me. You don't because you have this spot that you can't see past.
  You know not just how beautiful you all truly are...
  There's no need to hide, or to lie, and it's possible to talk to someone without any lies, no sarcasm, no deceptions, no exaggerations, or anything people use to confuse the truth... 

   it's become appalling clear, that your technology far surpasses your humanity...  Someday your humanity might actually surpass your technology... 

  I didn't just go someplace, not away, just out, but EVERYWHERE...


Dear Beloved Soul,
   Some prose exposing my innermost emotions. I give you my words on a wing -  

BOOK OF HOURS

MATINS

Faith, Hope, Love.

 Deliver me unto myself that I may finish fretting the hours in vain, looking for what's lacking always elsewhere and otherwise. Grant me that peace which whispers like the wind between the earth and sky, the hush like intervals of silence between questions, between the calls of crickets, the sorrows of the seasons forever flowing one into the next, swift and sure as grace. 
Bleach my bones and twine my hair. When I am gone feed my flesh to carrion bent toward their erasures of antiquity. But first grant me this: let one day the shadows lift, that enslaves my soul to sadness. 
Teach me the beauty of my emptiness. Fill the hollows of my ribs with wistful winds until they ring like drained crystal goblets rubbed into song.

LAUDS

 Gift me in my lovelorn gloaming, the paled ashes of remembered passion: bathe me in the glad warmth gathered like a song's unfolding thrill that I might rise like smoke lofting up. 
Cloak me in the darkness of uncontrollable desire. Sanctify my spirit in a hunger that devours pride and fills my veins with urgency. Twist those anguished flames around me until my every limb curses this ripe fruit. Oh fill the abandoned rooms where my losses gather to lament. No longer thin in my blood to drain color from my face for want. In the half-light of love grown lambent, I can almost see a way to save me from myself.

PRIME

 Hone my gaze to the riches of detail- fine as the fur on the belly of the bee or the vein's thin as breath lining of a forgotten iris, translucent as thought. Reward's anxious eyes and a hasty heart do not recognize. Toll all the bells and raise the blinds, open the shutters: let this feeling overflow and swell the room with light. Save me from the doubts that swarm like maggots feeding on a wound. Leave me not alone in despair, gnawed raw to the nakedness of my existence.

TERCE
 See me, as I am, in this world of aspirations and broken dreams. Let me be more, yet possess some beauty. Heal my impatient heart which burns within me like a cankar. Teach me not to be annoyed by my faults, which roll within my ears as loud as thunder. Help me to love the fragile and small, the damaged and forgotten without sorrow. Fill me with understanding as an oak tree fills with wind. Caress my compassion; let my consciousness shake down and cover those I love. Help me to laugh with so much feeling I shake the earth and tremble quiet pools with my joy. Multiply my delights till they surround me like an echo resounding in a chasm.

SEXT

 Speak my mind in the tales of tongues turning words into wonder and wile away my wasted effort sweeping aside the bitter beauty of my betrayal. Seed the soil with loneliness until no plant will rise and paint the bright land black that I may blend my hide against its ravaged contours and disappear. Let me not forget the afternoons full of leisure when I flush in blessings lolling in your swoon so abundant and light every breeze was the lifting of time's wing. 
Hide me in another season: Use my shame like a prism to refract the light into shards of color, blushing this deed and that, embellishing a thousand years, until the renaissance roars of my regret that only centuries can comfort.

NONE

 Grant me hope the measure of a myth and my spirit will rebound: this love will burnish the air as if etched in lightening and my hands will clap like thunder. For I have come so long without a sign. Into my path 
let fall moments in handfuls, ripe and random, a little grace the comfort of this gift. Bless the blooms and the upstart grasses, single stark born broken-ribbed unbearable. All hallow the stoops and leaky asylum cracked alleys filled with broken inhabitants and dreams. Thank all the nouns we cling to, until calm blankets us like snow.

VESPERS

 Fill the evening with whispers. Smooth the air with the waft of worship from behind my pale facade, for even anger falters when the whole gasp of sky is mauve and gold and all the windows proclaim aflame. Protect me from the undertow of failing light, the suck of self-sacrifice lifting the last starling from the field leaving nothing but crickets and the bleak embrace of black. Angels have I none nor hope enough to fill this length of day yet let my heart rush as one with the swell of oceans, arising and the bells dispersing evening like smoke in the thickening air.

COMPLINE

 Slake my longing this heavy thirsting heart with draughts of God until the familiar burn and bruise is cooled as if by marble met or deep in earth the damp of darkness leaching from my skin the lingering fever so I may sleep again. Still this fear more loyal than a lie, that I may wake without the crease of hard dreams pressed into my flesh or the trace of brine when I swallow empty glassfuls in every breath. 
A gentle stirring flutters, filling like vowels swelling in my mouth tentative kisses these unfinished prayers: Bless me, do not break my heart.

Synopsis -

 "I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imagination". 
Cultivation of the soul might be as simple as listening to one's heart and examining the different moments of one's life. 
Perhaps enlightenment, isn't customarily found in the blinding bolt of lightning but rather in a series of tiny illuminations, none of which at the time seems important or interesting but collectively combine to lift the heart and widen the aperture through which we allow ourselves to view the infinite.

  A.'. A.'.



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