Category Archives: instrumentals

Soot Ep

My new instrumental Ep, Soot is here…

Soot Ep

Download your copy now.

“Soot” is great for waiting at airports, road trips, the nude beach, drawing, painting, and bbq’s.

It was inspired by us, nothing but dust in the universe – dreams living inside machines just waiting to disperse.

Artwork by my 5yr old nephew, Isee.

Get it – it’s tasty.

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Tres Ep

My new instrumental Ep, Tres is here….

TRES_Rudi Goblen

Download your copy now.

TRES is full of love for your ears and is great for traveling, contemplating choices you have yet to make, and awkward silent moments. All songs were created after a long stroll on a short boardwalk made out of the 11th planet’s remains.

Get it – it’s delicious.

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Paid In Full (Full Show Stream)

20140129-142126.jpgA couple of weeks back the homies Soarse Spoken and DJ Ynot invited me to come by their radio show, Paid in Full to chat it up a bit about music, theater, carrots, highschool & play some of the new tunes I’ve been working on – as well as some old ones. Here’s the link to the show. Listen, share, and check them out every Wednesday from 6-8 on Klangbox.

LISTEN AND/OR DOWNLOAD HERE

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¡MAYDAY! – Studio Sessions (Part 3) (Feat. Plex Luthor & Gianni Cash)

Primal Pop Media provides a Never-Before-Seen glimpse into the
soundscaping methods of ¡MAYDAY! producers Plex Luthor and Gianni
Cash. Discussing topics from their own music theory, producing Tech N9ne’s Klusterfuk EP, to the benefits of
working as a unit, this rare opportunity yields a peek into the
creative process of one of Miami’s most explosive bands on the road to
their Strange Music debut “Take Me To Your Leader” , due out March 27th
2012.

A Primal Pop Media eye jammy.

Directed, Filmed, and Edited by Roberto “BEANS” Granizo

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Eleven.


i’m just wondering — who will survive?

regardless of what petty points you can pet-peeve at, we all live here
the bus driver working 12 hour shifts 6 days a week that i gave my 2 dollars to yesterday
the politicians, soldiers, and rebels
witches, drunks, fuck-ups, drop-outs and quitters
smokers, thieves, liars, fathers and whores
mothers who adore and those that will leave their babies at doors
that plastic face lady who walks her dog daily only to show off something, maybe
that’s just my perception
kids in detention, love without mention
the man who treats everything around himself as an extension – he thinks…

“shit, if i’m surrounded by vegetarians, artists, people who dress thrift, push smart whips, read books like “the new earth” and shop at whole foods, trader joes and ikea; then i too am like that – except me, please – i will do anything for you”

we are all lost and found at the exact same time that never ends, the perfect balance shifting constantly to end all trends
walking oxy-morons talking on walkie talkies texting our lovers that we love them while they sit in the next room wondering if they made the right choice above them
sad sons, delightful daughters
students, scientist, priests and rabbi’s
enemies and allies
those who oppose the prose of the on-going knowing, knowing thy lie
realize, eyes are only there to stare and see past the tangible glares, not for seeing
you can only see with feeling
touch the taste of fate with a face full of faith and bathe in its believing
the ones that say it isn’t real unless your bleeding
the ones that give it all and don’t give up to keep succeeding
it’s sucks we’re leaving
but “only believers in death will die” mr. williams said into the heads when reading
are you with me?
it’s all just a bag of halo’s and horns
the painfully scorned
my mother, brother and seed guiding me thoroughly through the mud of life until i reach that seabord
cause lady life is fuckin sad, and moping around like a girl’s broken heart i didn’t break, but put up with because i’ve fallen, like her – an angel, with bat wings
homeless families and makers of guns
miners and finders of oil who sell it by tons
tattooed tongues, tykes in tanks who are way too young
the HIV league and the some with cancer in lungs
painters of the sun, dancers of the moon
encounters of the third kind, injecters of the womb
i hear you in the music, and use it when i lose it
this is not an opinion, or a plead
but simply a toast, to “the we”

may life, god, jesus, the universe, spirits, aliens, angels, cosmos, planets, demons, electricity, a collective consciousness, buddha, jehovah, santeria, oshun, yemaya, ganesh, osho, the dali llama, thich nhat hanh, conspiracies, ghost, crosses, demi-gods, saints, music, teaching, dancing, painting, instruments, light, darkness, the all, the nothing, or whatever the hell it is you do or dont believe in, guide you there while taking care of you. don’t worry, it’s all just one big forrest with many paths; and if you get lost, trees will be cut down, mountains will be moved, and skies will light up.

happy new years.

-g.

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