Soundcloud over Spotify, without a doubt. I paint & create. That is everything but music. Want a custom album or single cover? Ask. Good bud maintains the high. My pencil occupies this paper. This brain is leaking, deflating, sinking. Sand man visits those unable to sleep. KO'd by gritty thinking. A restless Ninja falls deep. Nightmares slowly seep to keep this young Ninja in the shadows of men same as sheep. Sword game tight. Eyes closed, no sight. An internal struggle. A battle to conquer all that is right. Yellow Black or White. Color makes no difference among the shadows, as one we fight. Grey the color. Grey the light. Grey I am. Gray is night. Emotions & color mean nothing here. The Ninja life is one of secrecy. One of no tears. One of no feelings. One of no fears. Your path is clear young funky psychedelic ninja. Stay trippy. Stay hippy. A weirdo. A formidable foe. I super-soak that hoe. All time low. Shame makes one slow. Vengeance begins to tow and row. Revenge like whoa. Heart black as feathers of a crow. A grey ninja with a bow. This ninja lifestyle has nothing to show. Hate I sew. Love I grow. Mary-Jane is my queen. Her shoulder so sweet yet so stanky but a pill feign results in a body so lanky. Skinny & swift, this Ninja's no Yankee. Georgia boy who's a bit cranky due to a woman so skanky. The ex. The sex. I'm a goddamn T-rex. Forever out of reach. Arms to stubby & short. A reputation tarnished as futile waves of self-reflection crash upon on the foggy shores of my beach. The sea-shells preach. Word of god like a leech. Feeding on all. Your true self, your true color, I will bleach. A naive grey ninja with no speech consumed the forbidden furry peach. Georgia on the verge of a mental breech. Peach fuzz tickles the memories of tomorrow. The future is but fuzz, the bee insists with each buzz that life is what one makes it... life is what one does. Make no effort to progress, you will be a Ninja that once was... soap without suddz. Meaningless & grey, not the ninja known to obey. A rogue ninja is the prey. Onward to thick white fog. As ninjas we sit & wait in solitude. Visibility a discrete analog. Life is but a drenched catalog of broken humans & creatures alike. Soaked in revenge, a red glaze blood-lust. Karma is my bitch & I'm about to bust. White as snow. Orgasmic glow. Ejaculate of the hero leaves all ninjas slow. Sticky demeanor. Tadpole creamer. Life never cleaner. Skeet. Skeet. Smoke the reefer. Twisted mind, blazing fever, village overseer. My heart & soul reside in hells freezer. The essence of a leader. Justice serves as evils feeder. Poison only, food is bitter. Ninja so lonely, sword aglitter. The reapers no phony, a death emitter. The reapers so bony, to fritter away countless souls and retain none is as bad as tossing away homemade macaroni.
I'm to high for this, cheese no pepperoni. 


i bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness

Call me the dirty ?, feet is on the couch
Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth
Forever drown in my pain in the pleasant sound
Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground
Gagged and bound with no hope of getting out
Save the secrets and lies, I'm tryna settle down
But like the weather now, I'm unpredictable
My hate's bitter but my love's unconditional
Living in this digital age, these are strange days
My rage taints, but freed on the same page
I make waves, till I wash away the refuge
God of the sea, these are the eight wings of Neptune
I make moves to refuge, but don't sleep
And walk the streets, with a rose in my teeth
And a bittersweet song in my heart, I take heavy steps
The hard-headed Jehst climbs his own Everest
So till the very end, I won't ever rest
I'll serenade my angel with every breath
God sends, your remembrance of lost friends
Whenever my top ten drops, I'll know what went on then
Provokes me to focus ahead
Close my eyes and get close to the dead
I'm the ghost that's meant to be released from limbo
Between two worlds like the thief at the window


'Jerilderie' (Laughing Outlaw Records- 2012)

‘The feeling that pervades is one of loving dedication to songcraft… Think Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and Steve Earle, then add to that pristine production… there’s a higher authenticity and honesty here that can only enrich Australian country-folk music…’(Unpaved.com.au)

‘…it’s his relationship to the land and people in his life that shines through in these songs…this is another beautiful country folk album from a man who should be a household name…’ (Tom Burke – SLOW Magazine)

‘There is a dust on these songs which comes not from the crumbling of dirt clods between the fingers but from the earthiness of the music…. John Stewart would love what Jackson is doing. He would love the music and like the man, there is no doubt in my mind. I wish I could hand him a copy of ‘Jerilderie’ and hear what he would have thought….(Frank Gutch – AcousticMusic.com)

An album of brilliant musicianship and engaging narrative….. (Denise Hylands – 3RRR’s Twang / JB HiFi Magazine)
Bill Jackson’s ‘Jerilderie’ …’you love where you are, miss where you've been, and look forward to the next place… (Jeff Glorfeld – The Age EG)

‘Jackson’s slightly craggy voice is comfortable as a well-worn shirt as he convincingly relates tales like the Vietnam vet-themed “Bitter and Twisted” and ruminative title track’…(Bliss Bowen – Pasadena Weekly)

‘An organic oasis of songs rooted in the Australian bush…’(Dave Dawson – Country Update Magazine)

‘…the excellent lyrical content and melody lines engage you from the very first track…’ (Rob Foenander – The Melbourne Observer)

‘…an undeniably robust collection of impressive songs…’ (Andrew Watt – Rhythms Magazine’

Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Once described as “…the best tabla player on the planet…” DJ Shiva Boom Bass began his career in the dizzying world of classical Indian percussion. A prodigy from an early age, Boom Bass developed and refined his talent at the District 7 Academy of the Musical Arts in Madiawhar, India. Many of his teachers were taken aback by his mix of precocious talent and desire to shock the public with outrageous display. One teacher remembers…

“Shiva would be seated and playing some rip-roaring old-time rhythms, but suddenly would jump up and start playing the Tabla with different parts of his body… a little like his hero Jimi (Hendrix), he was a one-man virtuoso, opting for the flamboyant as opposed to the conventional…”

It was the late 1970s when an adolescent Boom Bass would strike up his first musical collaborations. Having left Gujarat, the big-city music scene of Mumbai beckoned. Boom Bass hooked up with some old school chums and formed the now infamous Habib Patel Paan House Group of 3 (HPPHGO3). Experimenting heavily with ethereal German Art house and classical Indian ragas, Boom Bass started to find new dimensions to his artistic creativity. Habib Patel remembers fondly:

“Those cats could swing. They had this joint rocking night after night. It’s a shame they had to go to prison. I thought they were as good as, maybe even better than, the Stray Cats.”

Indeed, Boom Bass’ career started to go awry with his musical adventures in the early 1980s.

“(Collaborator) Sunil (Bass, Cello, Harmonium and Kazoo) and I really got into the whole London Punk and post-punk scene. We tried to make it our own thing, you know, and capture the angst of upper class life in India. In fact, Sunil added a great harmonium solo to Janie Jones. It was brilliant.”

This new musical adventure ended in tragedy. At the local district 1 school cafeteria, where HPPHGO3 would play their last concert together, a riot broke out and several people were injured after clashes between band members and the cafeteria staff. Boom Bass was arrested for desecrating a rented dholak after he jumped onto a table while playing before he knelt before it and lit it on fire. He was sentenced to 3 years at the Gharamnagar Maximum Security prison.

“The Gharamnagar years were a musical awakening for me,” Boom Bass politely intones. It was during this time that he explored the profound musical depths of his sorrow through his friendship with Jewish American Blues Master, Blind Hershel Rabinovitch. The two recorded an album together in 1985, The Gharamnagar Prison Blues. The sparse guitar-hewn tracks like “His name was Suneeta” and “Down to my last chapatti” bespeak the bitter, melancholic life that Boom Bass would have lived had he been born to a much lower caste.

“That Rabinovitch could play like some kind of bastard. His bitter, melancholic guitar-playing really forced me down new artistic paths. I can’t say that these were easy paths – they were very rocky and on a deep incline – but together we made it to the summit.”

Boom Bass and Rabinovitch played local prison social events for two years. Upon release the two collaborators parted way – Rabinovitch heading back to his native Mississippi and Boom Bass heading to Mombassa, on the sunny coast of East Africa. “I needed to see the sun once again – and be close to the magnificent waters of the Indian Ocean. I wish we had something so beautiful in India.”

In Mombassa, Boom Bass worked as a musician along the coast and built a reputation as a local celebrity with his unorthodox tabla style. Playing local music parties for a pittance, he was living hand-to-mouth along the coast. During this time Boom Bass was approached by a German ethereal musician (from the rock group, the Martin Heidegger Evening Club) Jorg Kiehler. Kiehler wanted to work with Boom Bass and introduced him to keyboards and turntables. Boom Bass took immediately to the fluid musical arts of DJing. Kiehler reminisces:

“At first he kept trying to hit the spinning records with his thumb and fingers – it sounded like industrial noise – lots of screeching and driving sounds. Slowly he incorporated a tabla style to mixing. We sounded a lot like Einsturzende Neubaten meets Pink Floyd in a café and then takes him to an alley in the back and kills him with a knife. That’s what it sounded like.”

Boom bass also started to develop friends in the nascent hip hop scene of East Africa in the late 1980s. Deeply influenced by RUN DMC and BDP, he recorded several tracks on his well-received “Nairobi is My Robi” EP that included the sulfuric local chart-topper “Pankaj salo cuti, you are going down”. The notoriety took him to Europe via the Berlin Macabre Music festival in 1988 – and on to the Sons des sauvages contents festival in 1989 and to Festivebury in the UK that same year. At Festivebury, Boom Bass once again had a musical revelation with Happy Mondays and the Madchester scene.

“Everybody was talking so much about ecstasy – and how ecstatic all of these English youths were and I also felt their ecstasy by dancing with them and chatting with them and then sharing deep fried Mars bars with them. What a gaggle of madcap vagabonds we were…”

In 1991, Boom Bass moved to Brazil, for reasons that remain unclear to him at the moment. “Brazilians have this very unique rhythm – my mixing needed a dose of Brazil.” But after a week in São Paulo, Boom Bass decided to return to Europe. “Things didn’t work out in the land down under – my mixing was too hard for these loose dancing Lotharios. Also, my Dad’s money ran out.”

In Uberwindung, Germany, close to the Black Forest, Boom Bass found a new community of DJs associated with the flourishing “Ethnikmusik” movement. In 1992 he started the Weltenschaungbildung Collective, or WC. WC became the vehicle which would propel DJ Shiva Boom Bass into the stratosphere of contemporary musicianship. His mind-blowing raga-meets-reznor-meets-robot-meets-roots-meets-ringo style, is a post-modern parable of modern music from a classical musician.

Recently, Boom Bass has moved his studios to the foot of the Canadian Rockies, to Wakooskamin, Alberta. Having deftly layered in a more organic sound into his mixes, he has unearthed a pure and worldly noise – a noise that began with the dawn of humankind and dribbles across epochs into the contemporary blitzkrieg of culture. He has reserved the title of “ Dawn as seen from the Fishmongers’ Wife’s Bedroom Window” for this collection of artistically transcendent mixes that will, without doubt, reshape our collective conception of music as we know it.

Despite this achievement, DJ Shiva Boom Bass remains humble and reflects peacefully…

“You know in the grand scheme of things, we are nothing but interlopers – pigeon shittings on the highway of time. But there are those moments of unmitigated beauty, moments where our spirits soar – that is when we transcend pigeon shit. That is what I want to accomplish. For example, look at these Majestic snow-capped peaks that Canadians mundanely refer to as the Rockies. This is art, my friend. I wish we had something so beautiful as these mountains in India.”

Guitarist/Songwriter and Music Producer Greg Gatti has played guitar in the following bands: The Last Days, Blackpool Republic, Derranged, Motochrist, Five-Headed-Cobra, Funnel Cake, Jesse Deluxe and his latest project Macho Chopper.   Greg has also recorded and worked with the following Artists throughout his music career: Dizzy Reed (Guns N Roses-Solo record RnR Ain't Easy full album-recorded & mixed)  Dave Catching (Eagles of death metal, Masters of reality, earthlings) Chris Goss (Queens of the Stoneage, Masters of Reality) Matt Sorum (Guns n Roses, Velvet Revolver) Todd Youth (Bloodclot, Samhain, Murphy's Law, Chelsea Smiles) Brent Hinds (Mastadon) Marc Diamond (Dwarves-Motochrist) Ace Von Johnson (Faster Pussycat-Blackpool Republic) Frankie Banali (Quiet Riot) Richard Fortus (Guns N Roses) Bumblefoot (Guns n Roses) Nik Frost (Bangkok Five-Five Headed Cobra-vocals) Matthew Venella (The Last Days-vocals) Neal Carlson (Bona Roba, Mink-vocals) Chris Page (Blackpool Republic-vocals) Adrian Young (No Doubt) Ricky Warwick (The Almighty, Black Star Riders) Del James (Guns N Roses) Harley Davidson (Deadbolt) Charlie Overbey (Deadbolt, The Broken Arrows) Nigel Mogg (Quireboys, Brulatists) Mick Cripps (LA Guns-Brutalists) Mark Torien (Bullet Boys) Antonio Ballatore (Murphys Law, H20)  and Ralph Senese (Tortured Dog -Megaforce Records)  Gatti started at age 13 when he picked up his friends guitar while listening Sabbath and AC/DC records, he played in various high school bands but in the late eighties it all got started when his NY Thrash Metal band DERRANGED, they opened for Alice In Chains on an early east coast tour in 1990,  then in 1991 Gatti was opening for Faith No More and Circus of Power another East Coast tour leg with Derranged.  Greg also attended the Institute of Audio Research in NYC and completed his music engineering degree in 1990. Contact and DM Greg for any licensing agreements or publishing information. Gregorygatti@gmail.com or on Instragram @machochopper

~Be yourself everyone elce is taken~
Well im a kind and thoughtful person. and I'm eazy going love the Outdoors, Bead work, Stained Glass work and Being with my kids Shane & Baylee I'm open minded most of the time and willing to see and learn new things ;) I'm £oven, £iven, £ife ~n~The~Five 0 Nine~        

*~DESIDERATA*~Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
 Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
 Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
 and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy~:) ;)

If someone tapped into the very essence of Geekdom, isolated the gene that created the utimate Fanboy...

Could not only read, but navigate the mind of the Comic, Video Game, Music, Movie and Porn Nerd at it's most raw:

That is Press Start

What do you get when you put 4 fan boys in a room with a mic?

From video games to comics to uncensored social commentary, nothing is off limits for this group of self proclaimed nerds and geeks.

Pistol Pete Jr. is the tech nerd, gadget guy... He likes to use big words even though we doubt he knows what any of them mean.

Meet Chubby Digits. This belligerent weed smoking super gamer doesn't care who he offends... but he'll leave you laughing your ass off.

The embodiment of what it means to be an Anime, RPG, Fantasy fiend. The Blue Guy's so off the wall he doesn't even know what he's talking about half the time.

Player 2  the resident player is best described as grimy dude in a nice suit. Movie nerd, music geek, and porn aficionado. The know-it-all, self righteous, bitter old man of the group.

So load up, log in, and Press Start. 

Keep connected with us and check out www.therealpressstart.com 
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This is Vacation On The Sun, nestled in comfortably in the niche of Electronic Alternative with a hammock and a sloe gin fizz.  The conception of VOTS started with the most unlikely meeting between guitarist Todd Deguchi (Dime Store Hoods, 3rd Strike) and vocalist Mike Biscotti (Million Dollar Mouth).  3rd Strike’s lead singer tragically passed away in early 2010, right about the time Million Dollar Mouth called it quits, leaving Deguchi and Biscotti looking for new co writers to work with.  Mike cast out a life line and found Todd on his first try.  They began sending sound fragments to each other online and wrote three songs together before they even spoke to each other on the phone.  Once they got in a room together there was no stopping the eruption of songs. 

Within 6 months they had amassed two albums worth of material and began the process of finding their rhythm section.  Deguchi and Biscotti come from a strong rock background, so their first instinct was to put together a standard five piece rock band.   They quickly found that working with programmer True:129 (Supreme Beings of Leisure, Bitter:Sweet)  was all the rhythm section they needed to round out the sound that would later be called “the ideal summer mix while driving to your favorite club on the Sunset Strip.”  Their singles “Throwing Fits” and “Summer Has Come” deliver the beats you need to move your bones while at the same time indulging in the kind of ear candy that may leave you feeling a little guilty that you want at least three or four helpings before you move on to the next cut.  Todd Deguchi provides the lush and spacious guitar lines weaving beautiful and tasteful harmonies over True:129’s deep old skool grooves.  He is generously dropping beats right where you want them, making them perfect for the club bangers or the head phone snoozers.  Mike Biscotti has a unique glam-croon quality that offers a surprising and refreshing vocal style.  His lyrics from song to song display a vast emotional range.  He conveys the kind of intimacy that draws you in like the start of movie with a character you can’t wait to know what their back story is. 

No matter what kind of comparison you try to make to them, there is no question that Vacation On the Sun has listeners turning their heads to a group that is truly in a class of its own.  The trio can only continue to make new ground when the formula is so fresh until others begin to imitate it.  Their first EP “Summer Has Come” due out in August 2011 features production contributions by Jim Wirt (No Doubt, Incubus, Fiona Apple) and Darian Rundall (Pennywise, Yellowcard, Veruca Salt).

RIYL: Gnarls Barkley, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Gorillaz, Beck

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