Her parents inadvertently doomed her to the fickle fates when they chose her name for the beautiful flow of the three syllables. Her talents are her greatest misfortune. She lacks close friends and family because her ingenious play-on-words cause only insult. Her mesmerizing graffiti murals are sprayed over as indecent for passersby, thus she is often blacklisted by law. Her inventive ideas are often stolen without the remotest due credit making her close to dirt-poor. Yet, as a doomed artist, she continues to create and create and create without recognition. Sometimes, she looks onto the sunrise or sunset across the Bay and ponders the tragically artistic sweep of wings old Daedalus must have witnessed when his son plunged into the sea.
EL Parker adores faux fur, a good martini, and anything periwinkle. After touring with rock band Under the Blue (and ending things with long time sweetheart Paul Sappa, guitarist of UTB) she decided to move to Boulder, CO and live the simple life. She is currently letting her hair down and gettin' down with the get down.
H. G. Whiteknight
Once upon a time, there was a precocious girl named H.G. Whiteknight, who grew from the ground adorned in fuchsia and lavender petals. In the day, she climbed the trees and swam in the lagoon. In the night, she slept in the meadow on the soft earth blanketed by stars. In the winter, she skated on the ice and spun in the air. In the summer, she dived from the low cliffs into the shimmering aquamarine lake. In the land of the lagoon, the girl was happy.
A day came when the girl was stolen from the land of the lagoon and taken to the land of the evangelists. There she watched in horror as they tried to drown other boys and girls in pools of water. From these magical pools they were said to be born-again, but all she could see was the hypocrisy dripping down their faces. Here in the land of the evangelists the girl was not happy. Here, the precocious girl learned to be cynical, skeptical, and sarcastic but not born-again.
A day came when the girl escaped from the land of the evangelists. She wandered for many days only to come upon a place where there were no trees, lakes, or flowers; that weren't manufactured. This place was called the land of the suburbia and here the houses were made of ticky-tacky, all the same. All the other boys and girls all looked alike, talked alike, and all had shiny colored mind control devices with identical white strings hanging from their ears. In the land of the suburbia, the people were not zealots, like they were in the land of the evangelists, instead their cathedral was a mystical castle found in the kingdom of Bucks. Queen Star, of the kingdom of Bucks, wanted to bring her people closer to their mystical castle, so she had her servants build numerous castles all throughout the land of the suburbia. The suburbanites would go on daily pilgrimages, in their enormous steel carriages, to one of the numerous castles. Once at the castle they sacrificed all of their money to Queen Star, and in return were served gallons of burnt murky brown liquid. The precocious girl got very lost in the land of the suburbia because every house looked identical to each other. Here in the land of the suburbia, the girl was not happy. Here the precocious girl learned to be capricious, complicated, and reckless, but not addicted to burnt murky brown liquid.
A day came when the girl wandered out of the land of the suburbia. She rode her steel horse for many hours and finally came across a place that reminded her of her beloved land of the lagoon, this place was called the land of the bohemia. In the land of the bohemia, there were real trees, real flowers, and real lakes. There were no magical pools or matching castles. Here the people worshipped the land and showed it by salvaging goods, buying enchanted food, and crusading the use of special steel carriages. Here the people wore there hair in long twisted knots and covered their feet with strange looking shoes called "stocks" from the land of Birken. Here the girl learned of the great battle against "the man" and all the atrocities "he" had committed against the bohemians. The worst of all the cruelty "the man" had committed was the hiding of their numinous green plant that the bohemians needed to inhale in order to find peace and serenity. Here the precocious girl learned to be open-minded, stoic, and loquacious, but not a numinous green plant inhaler. In the land of the bohemia, the girl was happy.
Some people will wiggle into a pair of Walgreens tights and leap off a skyscraper to make a difference. I prefer a digital camera. But I like to date those people. Iíve always believed that diversity breeds change.
In this issue: The Promise of Wind Energy: LOL
Lease on life renewal dates coming up. Grab them while they're hot!
In this issue: Nune - Always Remix Instrumental & Nune & Kev Brown - Always (Nune Remix)
Nune is a student who resides in Colorado with exceptional ability to create masterpieces in the genre of indie hip hop. Nune began his vocation as a music producer at the launch of 2006. Learning to use complex software from some of hip hopís finest producers was a bit of a challenge, but with time and effort, he has been perfecting his craft and creating timeless classics and anthems for hip hop heads around. Since then, he has produced his instrumental debut album entitled "The World Without Time," filled with breathtaking soundscapes and excellent sample usage, this album gives the listener a surreal dreamlike feeling. The listener can use his/her imagination to fill in as a story to each unique, exclusive piece. This album is filled with whimsical instrumentation, and is a very easy listening for a debut album. As a producer, Nune uses a variety of methods to have each track sound distinct and one of a kind. Since the inauguration of his career, Nune has developed highly as a producer and will continue to increase his knowledge of audio engineering. He is currently working on another album entitled "The Humble Druid LP". This album offers a more emotional near flawless sound, with rich drum patterns, skillful turntable usage, and will have the listener bobbing heads throughout. An eclectic piece of work with a proper dosage of time, gives this album a label as a solid platform for Nune to cultivate as one of the most known unknowns.
Ray D. O'Voz
Ray first started working in broadcasting at a 5000-watt radio station in Fresno, California. He was a little boy with a big dream. He went on to work at WKRP in Cincinnati, where he first learned that turkeys cannot fly and that Dr. Johnny Fever wasnít a real doctor. Ray is all ears.
Life is a journey where I reside in the dirt and the sky of this unexplainable world of wonders with its sorrow, love, hate, grudge, and tears and I take it for what it is. I try to change it. But I learned to love. I live to laugh, I laugh to make those moments most memorable.
You're off to see the Wizard
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
You'll find he is a whiz of a Wiz
If ever a Wiz there was.