It all started when i sprinkled out of my fathers penis into my mothers vaginal region and made out of there a new born fetus surrounded by the storms of the winter season. 86 the streets was hot the homeless was freezing hip hop on my block the wax we receiving where the same raps that had krs and eazy e eating around my 9th year my ears heard these guys from cleveland and knew "i" one of a kind had a rhyme and reason people like the mind of Prototype got the mic bleeding but the business side cant trust no mice i better try reading everybody site seeing trying to find weakness im the nerd who stirred the punch you drinkin the one who murders and herds the one you sheep with battle emceein all week and weekend, then they had the wild outline and that shit was hip no jive i got to compete with emcees from all sides... of san antonio was like you cant control the flow as it masses off the dome shot out to DJ SWISS and VELENCIA when yall let me spit i felt as if i could shake a peninsula now these mumble bitches bump like we vintage fucks but we was spitten volcanic ashes and dust since i did things with mobs 1 who deserves the credit s-p-o-t forget it i could never tell if he was a homie or a nemises and i never needed help knowing how many friends left in this... trial of life and ill never allow my self to go into exile and hide thats the style i like fight till you die, raising and grazing with wild in my tribe your crew walking dead and we killing you and clemintines...   fuck yall haters tryna hold me down and black ball a mufucka, most of all shout out to Watson aka Layzie and Rey Mero and Mz. V.I.P for standing by a mufucka accepting all my flaws and allowing me creative control on all of my Projects, i bring u guys my lyricisim+reality u know shit that i expierenced first hand i have nothing but analog recordings no pro-tools nuendo etc so these are what dj lucky of southern streets described as "Proto-Tools" ha enjoy them also shout out to street dreams radio, the juice, dj swiss and the real rubin rodriguez or rodriguez and all other independent sources mch love also my cousin big NIK and his squad for always showing up to my battles and supporting me at my shows we love you guys and hold you dear... 
#freevic

🔯 WHO AM I AND WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT TRANSFORMATION?

I was a powerhouse in the boardroom while my personal life crumbled on every conceivable level. It was during my second emotional breakdown that I was forced to face how I used my career success to avoid facing the dysfunction that ruled my personal life and relationships. Everything I ever accomplished occurred in the midst of personal chaos.

Carrying trauma from domestic violence, homelessness, sexual assault and divorce nearly sidetracked my life and career. After decades of abusive and toxic relationships, stifled professional growth, and financial devastation, it became clear that something had to change.

Eventually, I realized that what I needed to change was me. I couldn't change my past-it was a done deal. I could, however, take revenge by helping others who feel stuck on the wrong side of destiny's door.

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Michael Push is building a solid foundation in dance music and has already worked with several labels worldwide. The London-based DJ producer is a skillful songwriter who writes most of his music, lyrics and melodies. Unlike many today for Michael, this is vital to staying true to his creative process; his tracks combine and move effortlessly from club to crossover with catchy hooks and thumping beats.

Since Michael broke into the mainstream in 2012 with “Freeze” on Restlyers/Disco:Wax he has collected several achievements included a #3 on MTV’s Top 10 Dance Chart between J.Lo and Madonna and a feature as new talent on “Dj Mag Italia” along with an interview.

“I Miss You”, out on Cross Records/Island, peaked at #3 on the official Music Week Club Chart and gained airplay on national radios, with Kiss Fm in the UK as the biggest supporter.

“I Can’t Stop”, out on 21HNG/Relentless, also managed to enter the Top10 on Music Week UK, peaking at #9 thanks to the heavy dj support in the country.

The following singles “First Kiss” and “Under The Cover” repeat the same formula, blending perfectly pop and house to make all dance floors move along with their catchy vocal.

  *Born unto an unexpecting mother who was surly not wanting me, my first lesson lived was cries will never bring answers.          

  Therfore I quickly developed my own coping skills to endure the loneliness of a dark room & being cold (as I was always soaked in my own mess with no blanket and disturbed by my own smell)I resorted to my deepest roots for comfort reckelecting the womb I'd curl into fetal position with my knees down and rest my head on my hands... I must've only been 6 months to a year... my focus was always the light under the door and the motions of people passing on by, I would always gain a moment of excitement hoping someone was coming to see me, love me, change me or feed me whenever a shadow was going by. I never seemed to lose that hope even though rarely was a shadow for me & when so, the visit was quickly short lived. 
  
  My point being, this was just the beginning of becoming the warrior woman I am and although my life and road has been full of pain, loneliness, tears, numbness and regrettable hard learned lessons, my experience has a purpose, I am blessed to say in this such first year I was introduced to my higher power, as I remember those days in my crib so vividly I still feel my most significant memories of all as if they were today. 
  The ones that first seemed the most sad and lonely, was in those moments that the heart would start to race with ache the mind crowded with confusions and hurt feelings on why nobody cared or just remembered me in that back dark room.
 This face would become hot and heavy, eyes would begin to swell burning with sights becoming blurry, stomach so sick making ways with turning my soul was yurning and just before those crocodile tears were fully coming to the fall something lay it's hand upon my back and slowly caressed away all such pains from my head, my heart, my chest and I could only feel the message that it's all going to be ok in the end and all I felt then was genuine love and care yet nothing was there when at times I'd quickly get up wanting out of the crib, soon I became aware that as I am not alone, I am. Because this supernatural love bomber wasn't going to let me feel such ways as it did all together seem agonizing because I did know for certain I was being neglected, I just couldn't understand why or what was wrong with me for them not to like, love or nurture. 

  My premise to this knowledge gained from full fledged experience is that
 
 1. We must be ascended from some past existence because my knowledge base was fairly large and logical at such an age. It was just that my physical body was not trained yet to operate and expel the knowledge. 
 
 2. I could guarantee anybody in doubt of a higher being, that there most definatly is as I have not only been nurtured by it in my most essential years of needing. But I have been shown so many spiritual experiences and shown in sobriety folks. 

 3. It is said that God will bring suffering because it is at the most agonizingly desperate and lonely times that mankind will come and seek him and once again know him and ask him for guidance and help. Therfore so be it if that's what it takes.

 4. We have to learn to appreciate the darkness of this world because if it wasn't for its existence we wouldn't know there's light and that there's things to be grateful for. 

I AM GRATEFUL TO HAVE HAD AT LEAST THAT LIGHT UNDER THE DOOR BECAUSE IT WAS THAT LITTLE BIT OF LIGHT THAT ALWAYS KEPT ME HAVING HOPE and FAITHFULLY OPEN TO STAY LOVING AND APPRECIATIVE. 

IF IT'S ALL ONLY LIGHT, WE WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE. 

IF IT WAS ALL DARKNESS, WE WOULDN'T KNOW HOPE TO KEEP OUR FAITHS. 

    *<3 IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS, I HOPE YOU RECIEVED THE MESSAGE THAT IS MEANT TO BE GIVEN THROUGH MY FIRST JOURNEY AND SURVIVAL.*<3

     PEACE, 
           Angela Marie Monson



In Sunderland everything of worth was born of adversity. This is the terrible truth for the creative freaks in this city. 

In 2008, Frankie & The Heartstrings found each other in a bar on Sunderland’s left bank. It was raining (obviously), words were exchanged and the rest is up to you to pick out of the anecdotal lucky dip. The truth is the band had been formulating itself without us knowing. Our very own hideous experiences in pit villages, school-yards and Sunderland’s city center, meant that Sunderland knew long before we did. It wasn’t romantic, it was cold, and it was necessary. 

Frankie ran a bar at the time; it served poorly-kept lager at a price which regularly angered natives already juiced up on their cheap angry dust. Michael was a teacher who seemingly taught nothing but how to cope with being a teacher who teaches nothing. Den was handsome and enigmatic (turns out that was thrush) and I was getting older and less talented by the fortnight. The other one, with the benefit of hindsight, has been erased from the band’s history. We then recruited Mick Ross, who soon after was granted the freedom of The Cluny.

Having no aspirations beyond playing music and putting on shows the way we wanted to hear it and see it, we set about the North East, not giving a fuck as we went. We played the shows we wanted to play, politely (to their faces) said ‘no’ to the shows that made no sense - they were usually spearheaded by a promoter we thought was a wanker.  A demo recorded in a fucking freezing back room later, and Bob’s your uncle.  I’ll get to Fanny being your aunt later. 

We found a home with independent loose cannons Wichita Recordings who continue to tolerate 5 pig-headed wankers until they read this.

After dealing with the bombshell that Brian Connelly from The Sweet was dead, we recorded our first long player with Edwyn Collins from the 1980s.  Over 3 weeks we endured being treated with respect and love from the Collins family and in return we got drunk in their house and watched a man put his testicles in Edwyn’s didgeridoo.

Our debut album Hunger entered the hit parade at number 32. The week after it didn’t bother. 
Then we went around the world a bit. 

We ate chicken cartilage in Japan, we tried (unsuccessfully) to get mugged in New York, drank beer from bags in Australia, confused Morrissey in Sweden, soiled beds in Germany, had chips in Wrexham and we have enough anecdotes from Holland to give my dad another heart attack. To all the countries I haven’t mentioned, just take it as read that we are sorry but that it will also probably happen again. 

Not being huge fans of liars we do try not to bullshit too much ourselves. We haven’t got 150 songs for our second album, we don’t always love one another, we frequently contradict ourselves and we are not the best band in the world*. We do play as hard as we can to whoever we play for, we do not take anything for granted and if we behave like dicks, it’s because we are dicks, not because we are dicks in a band.

We have been privileged enough to support The Vaccines (showed them my penis a lot), The Kaiser Chiefs (again, penis), Florence & The Machine (invented a game involving a well known confectionary and a penis). I could make a list of bands that we have played with to make us look cool but I've forgotten (Primal Scream) most (The Walkmen) of (The Beatles) them if I’m honest.

Last time round we played all the festivals you pay a fortune to attend and always said ‘thank you’ to the caterers, from Glastonbury to Deershed and then back to Split fest in Sunderland. Which is especially handy for me because I live round the corner and I had a dicky tummy. 

But these things are a privilege.  Over the course of the last few years, we’ve seen every backstage wanker in shades and boring band bastard going, and Harry Enfield and Steve Davis. We saw people ‘accidentally’ dropping snapper bags out of their pockets and one unfortunate band who thought it was a reasonable idea to take one of Dennis’s beers.

We remain a product of who we are, where we are from and what we do. And what we do is start our own record label (Pop Sex Ltd), curate our own Pop Sex Nite events, make our own merch and run our own shop. The bare minimum simply won’t do. We have seen the bare minimum and frankly we don’t care for it. 

We have another record coming at a time when the way we consume music is changing. A transitional period when bands and artists are afraid of something without really knowing what to be afraid of. We can only try our best. 
Its hard.
So what.

Dave

PS We didn’t forget about the pizza advert thing.

*that’s Focus.


	
Hi, I'm Taylor. I've been alive for 22 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "cute" or "cozy" categories. I learned to play guitar when I was twelve fro m this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents' computer. I like quilts. But that's probably because I'm always freezing cold. I LOVE Nashville. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it's a Toyota) and scream "I LOVE THIS TOWN" loudly out the windows. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm a Sagittarius. I think that means I'm always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.

These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth writing songs about -- more than anything else I've ever experienced in my life. 

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my fans from the very first day, but they've said 

Creative Differences was merged in the year 2008 by two long time friends Seis (Michael Romero) and Ty Evbuomwan. Both from Southern California, these two students of hip hop sound nothing like their traditional West coast roots. Seis lyrically influenced by Big Daddy Kane, and the self independent mentality of Nirvana. While Ty was impacted from Outkast’s G-funk style and Eminem’s “Marshall Mathers Lp”. These two emcees release a new skillful sound to wax, with their witty yet aggressive lyrics; complimented by two well-rounded opposite flows.

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