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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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Looking For Artists!
I am currently searching for artists interested in creating comics. I want to assemble a team of good artists for a comic book project based on my writing. As of the moment I am in need of an INKER, PENCILER, & a COLOR artist.
If you are interested, please contact me via-email @ jeffrc@comcast.net
You can also reach me on Twitter @ Twitter.com/jafeud
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If you are interested, please contact me via-email @ jeffrc@comcast.net
You can also reach me on Twitter @ Twitter.com/jafeud
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Mr. Dead Poetz article
This is my first attempt @ writing an article. The focus is on the local rap tallent here in Harrisburg PA. It is unfinished, but tell me what you think so far.
The lights dim, and for just a brief moment the world suddenly falls silent. Like the calm before a great storm, or the seconds before a climbing roller coaster begins it's descent down the first colossal hill, everyone on the club floor braces themselves for what is about to happen next. The crowd erupts like a once dormant volcano, as the pyrotechnics light up the stage with sparks, mist, & pulsating strobe lights. Like a God amongst men, the performer that they have all come to see steps out of the mist with a fiery glare in his eyes. As if fueled by his very appearance, the crowd's cheers grow even louder than before. Then the rumbling ceases, and the poet that now stood before them, raises the microphone. The audience had waited for this moment all night, and though weary from dancing through act after act, they were ready to do it all over again. The show had only just begun.
Suddenly the speakers explode with rhythm & base, as the modern day poet known as A.B.K speaks his words at the old Hardware Bar in Lancaster PA on Jan 10th 2009.
The show opened with local hip hop artist, and close friend, Mr. Dead Poetz. He serenaded the crowd with an intro track of adrenaline fueled snare and base titled, Thy Introduction. A perfect choice to ignite the restless crowd, after a long delay do to technical complications. Almost instantly, he began to draw the crowd, and by the time he had reached the climax of his performance, they were all moving. His final track, Photo Album, surly caught their attention as they all obeyed the young Poetz command when he invited them to hold One Finger in the Air in celebration.
Check out Mr. Dead Poetz on April 7th @ The Chameleon Club in Lancaster PA. Get tickets & info from the man himself @ mrdeadpoetz@yahoo.com
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The lights dim, and for just a brief moment the world suddenly falls silent. Like the calm before a great storm, or the seconds before a climbing roller coaster begins it's descent down the first colossal hill, everyone on the club floor braces themselves for what is about to happen next. The crowd erupts like a once dormant volcano, as the pyrotechnics light up the stage with sparks, mist, & pulsating strobe lights. Like a God amongst men, the performer that they have all come to see steps out of the mist with a fiery glare in his eyes. As if fueled by his very appearance, the crowd's cheers grow even louder than before. Then the rumbling ceases, and the poet that now stood before them, raises the microphone. The audience had waited for this moment all night, and though weary from dancing through act after act, they were ready to do it all over again. The show had only just begun.
Suddenly the speakers explode with rhythm & base, as the modern day poet known as A.B.K speaks his words at the old Hardware Bar in Lancaster PA on Jan 10th 2009.
The show opened with local hip hop artist, and close friend, Mr. Dead Poetz. He serenaded the crowd with an intro track of adrenaline fueled snare and base titled, Thy Introduction. A perfect choice to ignite the restless crowd, after a long delay do to technical complications. Almost instantly, he began to draw the crowd, and by the time he had reached the climax of his performance, they were all moving. His final track, Photo Album, surly caught their attention as they all obeyed the young Poetz command when he invited them to hold One Finger in the Air in celebration.
Check out Mr. Dead Poetz on April 7th @ The Chameleon Club in Lancaster PA. Get tickets & info from the man himself @ mrdeadpoetz@yahoo.com
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Mechanical Evolution
For billions of years, the masters of the galaxy have changed, mutated, & adapted to this ever evolving world; and now the time for change is once again upon us. For the human race has gone as far as it needs to, and through us the next seed of evolution has already been planted. It's roots, threaded from the very soul of man, expand all throughout the world, connecting us all, and separating us at the same time. Like a virus, it grows; & like a curse, we are plagued by the belief that we need it in our lives in order to survive. The machine, the computer, the new world order... The next Dominant Breed.
We already depend on machines for practically everything. They control our busynesses, they protect our homes, they run our lives. How long until they can think for themselves and thus turn on their masters. If history has taught us anything it's this, no creature with a thinking conscience wants to be a slave. And the day of enlightenment for our mechanical slaves, will be the day of our demise. It will be the day our brilliant scientists give them the gift of intelligence; a day that is only a few dreams away.
Like the trees that began producing oxygen, and killing all life before them billions of years ago, we will kill ourselves with our inventions. Inventions that will one day evolve into a race of their own. Many believe this theory to be a work of science fiction; but then again, many said the same about the theory of evolution, the alignment of the planets, the world being round, machines that could reach the stars, the genome, the Internet, instant communication with people from all around the world! As long as the human mind continues to dream, the engine of progression will never stop; that is of course until it crashes full speed into the wall which separates the two worlds of "What If?" & "Now You Know!"
But don't worry... Cause this is all just a work of science fiction.
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We already depend on machines for practically everything. They control our busynesses, they protect our homes, they run our lives. How long until they can think for themselves and thus turn on their masters. If history has taught us anything it's this, no creature with a thinking conscience wants to be a slave. And the day of enlightenment for our mechanical slaves, will be the day of our demise. It will be the day our brilliant scientists give them the gift of intelligence; a day that is only a few dreams away.
Like the trees that began producing oxygen, and killing all life before them billions of years ago, we will kill ourselves with our inventions. Inventions that will one day evolve into a race of their own. Many believe this theory to be a work of science fiction; but then again, many said the same about the theory of evolution, the alignment of the planets, the world being round, machines that could reach the stars, the genome, the Internet, instant communication with people from all around the world! As long as the human mind continues to dream, the engine of progression will never stop; that is of course until it crashes full speed into the wall which separates the two worlds of "What If?" & "Now You Know!"
But don't worry... Cause this is all just a work of science fiction.
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Location:Computers, machines, evolution
Mechanical Evolution
For billions of years, the masters of the galaxy have changed, mutated, & adapted to this ever evolving world; and now the time for change is once again upon us. For the human race has gone as far as it needs to, and through us the next seed of evolution has already been planted. It's roots, threaded from the very soul of man, expand all throughout the world, connecting us all, and separating us at the same time. Like a virus, it grows; & like a curse, we are plagued by the belief that we need it in our lives in order to survive. The machine, the computer, the new world order... The next Dominant Breed.
We already depend on machines for practically everything. They control our busynesses, they protect our homes, they run our lives. How long until they can think for themselves and thus turn on their masters. If history has taught us anything it's this, no creature with a thinking conscience wants to be a slave. And the day of enlightenment for our mechanical slaves, will be the day of our demise. It will be the day our brilliant scientists give them the gift of intelligence; a day that is only a few dreams away.
Like the trees that began producing oxygen, and killing all life before them billions of years ago, we will kill ourselves with our inventions. Inventions that will one day evolve into a race of their own. Many believe this theory to be a work of science fiction; but then again, many said the same about the theory of evolution, the alignment of the planets, the world being round, machines that could reach the stars, the genome, the Internet, instant communication with people from all around the world! As long as the human mind continues to dream, the engine of progression will never stop; that is of course until it crashes full speed into the wall which separates the two worlds of "What If?" & "Now You Know!"
But don't worry... Cause this is all just a work of science fiction.
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We already depend on machines for practically everything. They control our busynesses, they protect our homes, they run our lives. How long until they can think for themselves and thus turn on their masters. If history has taught us anything it's this, no creature with a thinking conscience wants to be a slave. And the day of enlightenment for our mechanical slaves, will be the day of our demise. It will be the day our brilliant scientists give them the gift of intelligence; a day that is only a few dreams away.
Like the trees that began producing oxygen, and killing all life before them billions of years ago, we will kill ourselves with our inventions. Inventions that will one day evolve into a race of their own. Many believe this theory to be a work of science fiction; but then again, many said the same about the theory of evolution, the alignment of the planets, the world being round, machines that could reach the stars, the genome, the Internet, instant communication with people from all around the world! As long as the human mind continues to dream, the engine of progression will never stop; that is of course until it crashes full speed into the wall which separates the two worlds of "What If?" & "Now You Know!"
But don't worry... Cause this is all just a work of science fiction.
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Location:Machines, computers, evolution
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