Black Hebrew Israelites far and near
Superbowl culture is what they fear
Partying partying having a good time
Laughing drinking hooking a dime
Repent repent repent

I was born and raise Detroit I am one of 10 growing up we didn’t have much struggling moving around a lot just about every yearI always stayed in church because my grandmother was the pastor. I always loved music But I didn’t know how to sing until the fifth grade when I jokingly Try it out to saying add my fifth grade promotion ceremony. From dinner music was always my escape and I loved getting lost in it. I sang in the choir solos plays and pretty much anywhere I could. 2014 I made a decision to try to be an actual artist performing all over Metro Detroit.I have many great opportunities opening up for Pleasure P Robert Curry K.Michelle and Tamar Braxton over the years. I am an aspiring looking for more opportunities and being able to finally live a stable life doing music.

The great, the only, the irrevocable Howell Mooney – multi-instrumentalist and neoclassic singer-songrocker extraordinaire - has made appearances in a damn-near statistically impossible array of situations in New York City and his current home, Los Angeles.

Since his first-ever public performance at a Planned Parenthood benefit, he has caressed the drumskins with Ricky Riot of the late, lamented political punk/klezmer act Schmekel; torn up the stage at an East Village tiki bar with his own instrumental surf-rock outfit, The Maui Hurricane; toured the cafes of Montreal with The Rude Mechanical Orchestra, a radical marching band; interpreted Gershwin with the poet and drama scholar Bender; seduced the audience with solo voice and dumbek as a featured performer in MANDONNA, an all-male Madonna tribute; and played his defiant bisexual anthem, "There Ain't No Fence," at more than one bi visibility event.

Mooney continues to wander the earth, expanding his group of talented associates who know how to turn on a dime from a three-chord slam-banger to a recondite, green-patina'd Americana ballad. He enjoys candle-lit dinners, long walks on the beach, and subverting the dominant paradigm through full-spectrum aural-emotional transubstantiation.

D-Rock Deeds Broadcasting Live from Studio 637 Cypress ave Hermosa Beach,Ca 

Video links music mp3s are down below on bottom. 

http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/37716397 

Studio 637 http://ustre.am/Zz7V

D-Rock Deeds with only 16oo bucks put a 1000 down payment on a truck filled it with ever it could carry drove 24oo miles from Va to Ca put his stuff in storage truck got repoed cause it wasnt suspose to be driven out of state.,

D was homeless for a while before he got a job bounced back got a band together and is ready to ROCK THE WORLD with the endorsement of Spawn Guitars and High 5 Productions,Studio 637 Chcuk Wilson, 
Metal Sanaz ,Club Vodka Joe Sutton, L.A. Music Awards AL Bowman. Ray Caffee 

Currently D-Rock now lives in Los Angeles... what he does not say is that he lived a rock star life before ever becoming a rock star.. meaning that he has been sober for over 12 years, and decided to take the Ted Nugget road, which is to make the girls the drug of choice. He is currently a fitness enthusiast that eats right, exercises and shreds guitars..

                             D-ROCK DEEDS/NOT-LIABLE  BAND   BIO
Not-Liable is an all original progressive punk national hard rock/metal band From Va  BUT now hailing/ LIVING  out of Los Angeles,Ca  

Gaining ground and fans with every performance. 

Three things describe D-Rock Deeds and  Not-Liable hard working, professional and on time. 

They have a stage performance that lasts all night and can't be duplicated.
 
D-Rock Deeds is also nominated this year for 2013 L.A Music Award for best guitarist of the year.

Touring over 250 dates a year (on their own dime) they have played some of the most famous places in the world including the Whiskey a Go-Go, Rainbow Room,Key Club,Viper Room,Jaxx, Knitting Factory, and Slave to Metal Tour etc.

Amidst their heavy schedule they also find time to do concerts for, and help several charities including The American Cancer Society and Cancer Awareness.


Now Sponcered / Endorsed by American Company Spawn Custom Guitars out of Fla, the stage is set for total domination ! Catch a show when they come to a town near you... You will NOT be disappointed.


National Music Acts that i have had the honer to opened for.

January 2006 – Present (7 years 7 months)The World
The Misfits
L.A Guns
D.O.P.E
Fozzy
DRI
Anvil
Vains of Jeena
Kings X
Jungle RoTT
Suicide Silence
TensionHead
ZO2 BAND
Evict ( BRET MICHEALS BAND)
Straight Line Stich
Trapt

PowerMan 5000
Woe of Trinity
Davey Suicide/Trauma Deville
Lynch Mob
Funny Money
Black Water Rising
Metal Church
Psychostick
Dizzy Reed
Love/Hate
DieCast
Saint Diablo
ShimeShank
BlackGuard

Venues i have Played

Venues I have Played

January 2006 – Present (7 years 7 months)The World
The World Famous Whiskey a Go-Go in Ca
The Rainbow room in Ca
Club Vodka in Ca
UBG- North Hollywood,Ca
The National Richmond,va
Jaxx Concert Venue in Va
The Knitting Factory in Ca
The Blackhole in Md
Blondies in Det
Hamiltons Pub in Det
JAXX Night Club in Va
The Asylum in Wash,DC
KC Music Alley
The Canal Club in Richmomnd,Va
Club Catalyst in Tenn
Alley Katzin Richmond,Va
MADD MOOSE Velvet Lounge in Wash D.C
HunderMeister in Germany
L&B -Dale City,Va
Oshaughnessys-Fairfax,Va

Dj & co manager of scientific sound along with brother mixxxmaster dj science (a.k.a.) jan capo 
murph also runs street team promotional and social media for the legendary  Caffeine Events / Caffeine Promo Crew / Stimulant /Stuck On Earth now known as Epic Entertainment and has music in his D.N.A. 3rd generation musician he always soulfully connected to rhythm and melody ! dime bag darrell from pantera was his first idol so his dad got a guitar at 8 years old the last day he seen his dad also a accomplished singer song writer who passed away shortly after ! at 12 he was at band practice and the drums that were there just looked so fun so he sat back and played found his true love and immersed him self in   drums playing in many bands in many states and different types of projects and paying gigs 2008 he founded THE REQUIREMENTS a electronic hip hop funk reggae fused band from Bridgeport CT with life long friends mc tnoc - mc napalm - uncle bob and stoner sedleck (r.i.p.) and The Drummer And The DJ with other life long friend and fellow dj Ron Classic know as dj Alias then and also his older brother the owner of Scientific Sound and Caffeine Events best and most loved DJ's mixxxmaster dj science and thats just to say it briefly !! Murph has also made it to the finals of a national  drummer of the year competition by DW & Roland 2 years in a row and its not a surprise to the people who seen him on his drums and in his zone will tell u "unique style man ! up rock with reggae and funk groves and hard metal and smooth transitional jams that will make u dance for sure " the rave scene in 1996 changed his life forever as he says " i finally found what i been looking for " and was on the way to what eventually became putting on events with other great crews and sharing stages with some of the top and most legendary Dj's and Musicians ever also Started Djing as well and is working on Chemical Imbalance a 2 man tag team project with brother MixxxMaster DJ Science that hopes to be coming to a dance floor near u in the next 9-10 months and murph and crews are no were near slowing down look out for Scientific Sound and i hope every one enjoys my mixes and tracks 
peace & love  d(*.*)b 


…This UnderWorld Impresario is drinken  drivin'  imbibem…taking pics ' n capturing bliss...slingin' saks (off 5th ave.) pitching dimes and stacking paper..pitching, but I never drop dime, gettin' higher than Hendrix in heaven, is just getting normal for me..Peer into the darkness long enough and you will pick up the rhythm  of Universe, while most slumber in sanctimonious cakewalks…I keep my gaze targeted on the dark rift and the burden of time.,.like my main man say's; I've seen things you people wouldn't believe [laughs] Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate…..All those moments will be lost in time, like... tears in rain."

LYRICS -  LYRICS - LYRICS

MY FRIEND (HOMME ORDINAIRE)

Early morning, and the wake up call disturbs your happy dreaming
A cup of tea and a piece of toast, fill your flask, leave a note on the freezer

You head off to the factory one more time, wind and rain on your bike
And you do it with no heavy heart

You know it's your life and you know what it takes to put dinner on the plate
Maybe catch some overtime, save a tidy dime, take the kids on a summer break

I can see that it's all enough my friend
I can see that it's all enough my friend

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For twenty years with your mates you worked the lines in a furnace of steel
The jokes, the jibes, good times, bad times, a cog in the wheel

Then men like Gods realise from some paradise that in other parts of this world
There's a man ready to do your job

And he gets paid shit, and he don't get health, working thirteen hour days
How in hell can you beat that math, fuck the aftermath, it's the markets all the same

I'm afraid that you don't make the cut my friend
I'm afraid that you don't make the cut my friend

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A treacherous night, bonfire flaming bright, blood warm in your veins
Death row vigil like no reprieve tonight, artic break of day

CRS build a wall shadows on the dawn, the drivers back in
One by one the machines are gone
 
You breach that wall, hammer standing tall, sparks as metal on metal grates
Break the tools that once paid your wage you can't help your rage, as the tears run down your face

I can see that you're all cried out my friend
I can see that you're all cried out my friend

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The money's gone and the family's hanging on, can't eat your dignity
One of the lucky ones, 'cause they've found you a job in a service industry

Times will be hard, 'cause your wage is cut in half, and the hours God sends
One by one all your dreams have gone

Je n'en peux plus, je ne peux plus m'y faire, d'être témoin et de me taire 
Tragédie nauséabonde qui n'est ni plus ni moins la mort d'un homme ordinaire

I hope you see that I'm all fired up my friend
I hope you see that I'm all fired up my friend





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WISE MAN

You should know by now what the winter holds
Yet you wake every morning fearing wind, rain and cold
You're just as scared of what the next day brings
So come meet the wise man who taught me how to sing

CHORUS
And if you're fine ready willing and able
Sit down and break bread at his table
You'll see one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white

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As it was for Moses when the light's went out
All the people around me started to scream and shout
But I know a wise man and he said follow me
I guess sometimes a wise man doesn't need to see

CHORUS
So if you're fine ready willing and able
The wine'll taste sweet at his table
You'll hear one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white

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It was Jude who brightened his most obscure nights
I don't know where he found the will for life
That's when the wiseman sat me under a tree
He said this oak will be here long after you and me

CHORUS
So if you're fine ready willing and able
The time wont be lost at his table
You'll feel one or two things you'll be grateful
Help you to the grave from the cradle
As the red tail-light disappears into the night
And as the dawn breaks on our roof red becomes white





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WATERFALL
	
CHORUS

They say I'm in freefall, but this is a waterfall
And by this dark and moonless night I swear I've risked what's left of life
Dove in the cold, black, pool, am I just another fool for you
Or do you dream the dreams I'm dreaming, are you drowning too

These rocks claw my gut
The water's red with blood
I'm engulfed, and that's not all 

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My friends say something's wrong, I'm not the same
I shun the life I have, and you're to blame
Though I must give them reason, I can't give them rhyme,
I will not leave this waters edge, I couldn't if I tried

CHORUS

Another place and time, another me
Your faithlessness was fine, we weren't a we
Now I can't stand the wrenching of my once forgotten heart
When I see you with another man the knife rips me apart

CHORUS

I've walked in shadowed veil, these long nights passed
No friends to share the pain, I didn't ask
When you found me on the sidewalk with the bottle at my lips
Was that a saving breath of life you gave or the memory of your kiss

CHORUS TO FINISH

I think we're in freefall, and this is our waterfall
And by this dark and moonless night I swear we'll risk what's left of life
Dive in the cold, black pool, a body and soul of fools
And we dream the dreams we're dreaming and we're drowning too

These rocks claw our guts
The water's red with blood
We're engulfed, and that's not all. 





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SIXTEEN

You're sixteen, Jesus ! how the years have flown
Another couple, you'll be leaving home
I recall being that old
And straying from the fold
Back then, I felt like a fish out of water
In this day and age I'd be like a lamb to the slaughter

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Sometimes they'll tell you the man you should be
I don't say they're wrong just tread carefully
If they're not friends you see
They may try to mislead
Trust in yourself and just learn to ignore them
A wolf in friends clothes will lead you like a lamb to the slaughter

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I've seen you've noticed all the girls out there
I've seen you with one she's got auburn hair
I've seen the way you stare
And she's nice you've got flair
But son, please don't knock up somebody's daughter
When you get home you'll be like a lamb to the slaughter





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THE BOULEVARD OF CRIME


Hid in the shadows of a concrete awning, in a cautious rain
A street corner in a waking city, could be any place
Night shifters walk from sight, dailies stake their claim
In another civilized parade of mistaken aims

It's like that morning time on the boulevard of crime
It's not that far from the street of shame
If you should choose to walk down the boulevard of crime
Mister don't ever pass my way

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Out of sight in a nearby park it's such a perfect day
So many people lying on the grass while their children play
Day trippers take a pause, lovers share an old refrain
Other people come and take their places this goes on again and again

They bask in sunshine near the boulevard of crime
Just one block down from the street of shame
But they don't stray too near to the boulevard of crime
There's such a heavy price to pay

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In the wings of the urban theatre of a neon light
Man leaves a bar with his head bowed down like it's a bitter night
They cut him up, they crossed the line, took what they didn't deserve
Left him lying in a pool of lies, just another job of work

Darkness has risen on the boulevard of crime
You could have sworn it was the street of shame
And if you lose yourself on the boulevard of crime
Do you think I'll let you walk away





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STATES OF GRACE

That morning,  I remember I saw her 
Step from the bus into water 
She laughed and I knew I'd fallen
I followed, as she went round the corner 
Straight to the cut I implored her 
It was something I couldn't ignore

Because I fell for that state of Grace 
Her smile it all but sealed my fate

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We partied, for so many years, how we partied 
No more than two nights parted 
As alive as the day we started
We wandered, over deserts and seas, we marvelled 
As each saw their soul unravelled 
On the best of the roads we'd travel

And as we erred discovering whole worlds
Easy dreams had I for what my life reserved

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We married, settled down in a house with a garden 
Kids were soon part of the bargain 
And always our love was as ardent
We struggled, with money and work and the burdens 
Yet of her I was always so certain 
She'd get us through to the final curtain
 
So many moons have since reflected sun
And each day passed is one fewer race to run

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We sit now, hand in hand out in that garden 
Hide and seek noises around us 
A feeling of grace abounding
I see her, in their eyes, in the shine on their faces 
She's passed to a third generation 
Is the meaning of life creation ?

And as I watch her slowly watch her life rush by
I recall the day she learned the way she'd die.





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YOUR TIME

Way back when I'd while the days away
Making plans on comets, couldn't decide who I should be
Hanging round the bars never tried to make my mark
Just living the life
Going with the flow, take it kind of slow
That was passing the time, for me. 

And at my back I couldn't hear time's chariot
Be they angels or be they demons, at twenty one I didn't care that much
I thought back then I'd so much time

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So many friends who would not lovers be
Couldn't imagine what they'd see in me
Down by the river, in the forest walking
Never letting her know
That every single minute that we spent talking
Was wasting the time, for me. 

Oh if we'd only had both world enough and time
All those moments of talk not touch, wouldn't have been a crime
What could have been if we'd had time

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I try to hide from you those sleepless nights
When I ask myself if I was right to give you life
When everyday I see at the window, on T.V.
A pitiless place
No tears in my eyes 'cause another future lies
reflected upon your face. 

We all wake up one morning with no tomorrow left
That's no reason to cry my darlings and you won't if you live your every breath
For what the hell you've got your time.




They say that talent comes a dime a dozen, but less than a quarter of those people will utilize it. Well in a nutshell, Black N Wild is one of those select few amd one that maximized the oppurtunity to utilize the raw talent presented to him.

While in high school two reluctant and longtime friends asked him to accompany them on a dj gig to a house party. The most appropriate way to describe the experience was "Love at 1st Sight."

He continued djing throughout high school, where after graduation he joined the navy. Two years later he got out and further pursued his dj career through mobile dj gigs, events, parties for associates, and into various San Diego Clubs.

His whereabouts are currently unknown but lots of people think that he's most likely somewhere in a club djing for a city near you. Government officials gave up the missing persons search after reportedly looking through more than 7000 clubs within a 1000 mile radius.

Some say he stayed in San Diego, some say he went to Europe. We'll never know until we're lucky enough to get a special guest appearance by him at a premier niteclub, but there is hope...Hope is what keeps us going and we hope to hear him spin one day...

My dad, Chet Van Lannen played  clarinet for a while in a little group named Matskie’s Men About Town. They played every other Sunday on the Bandstand at Bay Beach Amusement park. He brung me with too, and when the band would take a break to go catch a beer or something they would let me fool around with the organ just to keep me from bein’ a pest. One day dey came back an I’m sitting there playing the Whiffenpoof  song like nobody’s business, from that day on I was hooked. 

Once they seen I was serious, they sent me to my Aunt Verna. Verna had one of them pump organs. It wasn’t much to listen to, sounded like a camel giving birth to an elephant, but it was a good starter.  It had a pump that you pumped with your right foot while you played.  By the time I was fourteen I had a right thigh muscle the size of a Pulaski ham. 

I played birthday parties and family gatherings mostly. One spring we had Father Ollmann, from St. Bernard’s parish, over for Sunday brunch, and he suggested I play for the Easter services. 
I played everyday after school learning all the standards. “Holy, Holy, Holy,” “Peace in Heaven,” “Easter Parade’’ and a spiritual called. “Hey Lazarus You Can Get Up Now.” When Easter came I was as nervous as a lawn chair at a fat farm, but I got through it okay and got some applause. 

In the 50’s I moved down to Milwaukee, I started out playing the churches again, but I was getting restless and plus the pay aint all that good, so I started looking for other work. The first place I worked was the Roll’a’Bowl on Fifth. I drove by there a couple summers ago but there aint nothing there no more. That winter they opened up a indoors ice-skating rink too, down by the Mayfair. You could skate all day for a dime, fifteen cents if you had to rent skates. 
It was a couple a years later that they started putting out them new electric organs. The two big ones on the market where the Hammond, and the Whirlitzers. Them organs were fancy, but they didn’t play themselfs , and so every November they hired somebody to demonstrate all the features. Mostly what you did was just play all day and switch it back an forth between the different instruments so that folks could get a feel for it. Make it look easy, even though it isn’t! But which I made look like it was. 

About my forth day of showing off, I keep seeing the same young gal showing up to hear me play. She was a cute in her black and white saddles, and Saint Mathew’s school uniform, and right away I knew I had to know her better. One day while the boss was away I asked her if she wanted to sit down and try it for herself. 
Now, one thing I have to make clear is this was against the first rule of floor demonstrations. And they were very strict about it too; never let the customer touch your organ. If they touch it, the boss always said, they’d find out how hard it actually was, and then they wouldn’t want one for themselves. Even though I caught holy heck from the manager, it was a good thing I talked to her and found out her name that day, because she turned out to be my wife, Mrs. Evelyn Van Lannen. 

In the insinuating years following, I made a pretty good living playing weddings and wakes, brat fests and Brewer’s games, but the lifestyle of a professional musician, aint never easy, and there was a couple of three nights there were I didn’t come home till sometimes 11:30. 1976 was a particularly crazy year what with the bicentennial and all, and Evelyn suggested that maybe it was time to settle down some, so that fall we packed up the family and moved up to Lena.

There was a supper club in Lena called the Asp-Inn, where you could get a prime rib special for $6.95. It came with salad and bread bar, your choice of potato, and a cup of instant homemade French onion soup. The owner of the place, Less Vanness, played the synthesizer, which was really just an organ but with more buttons, but it also had its own drum setting, so you could play waltz or salsa, even disco if you wanted. 
Lucky for me, one winter Less drove his Ski-doo through the ice, up on Kelly Lake, he didn’t die or nothing, but his fingers got pretty frostbit, and whenever he played people said it sounded like a gorilla wearing work gloves. 
Finally he just quit altogether an asked me if Ev’ would mind me playing a couple nights a week. I said I could talk her into it which I was pretty sure I could do, since they stopped serving at 9:30. 
Over the next twelve years I played darn near every supper club in Northern and Central Wisconsin. But as any musician can tell you times change, and the restaurant business switched over to Muzak, which pretty much put yours truly out of business. 
But a while I was playing for Ev’s bridge club and they said that I aught to record an album of this before I can’t anymore. Which I took to mean before I kick the bucket or what not. And I thought, darn it, they’re right, this is a dying art form, and I need to save it for prosperity. 

So I rented a recording studio and made “Elmer Vanlannen’s Dinner For Two”. The studio technician loved it. His exact words were, “I can’t believe you did this.” Which is pretty much the reaction I’ve been getting from everyone who listens to it. 
So mix a couple of Black Russains, have some onion sticks and cheese spread, then sit back and relax, your dinners will be out shortly.

Elmer Vanlannen. 


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