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B.L.P.

"We're here to kick things up a notch"....

Espacio - "When sound is mixed with flavor"

September 20th marked the launch of one of the freshest jazz-funk groups in all of the Central Valley! It's amazing to think that I almost missed this event just in order to attend another engagement, what a mistake that would have been in the end.

Without too much practice and plenty of moxie to accompany them, these four artist banged out some of the sickest sounds that I've heard in quite a while. Each musician is dope on their own; however, when they are coupled with each other you can immediately taste the flavor with your ears!

The audio is a bit grimy to start off with but just close your eyes and allow yourself to drift...

It's coming...

B.L.P. Coming for the very first time ever to anywhere! Come out and hear the some of the best poetry Fresno has to offer! Alcohol available for those 21 and over, live music, live DJ's and again... SOME OF THE BEST POETRY IN FRESNO!

Also, you don't want to miss our special guest poet.

He's sure to blow your mind!

FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!

Do it... or the leprechauns will get you... and that's gonna get ugly...

Sambo's Silent Footsteps

Silent footsteps run rampant through my cerebral corridors
They don hats much like those ancient Spanish Conquistadors
They’re mental conquerors, inhabitants of tenements and settlements
Worlds passed over by satellites and man’s delight for space travel, space flight
If we all sat in silence and turned off the lights some would become uncomfortable
This is exactly where I find myself, uncomfortable
Uncomfortable with myself but you see, my lights are on

Silent footsteps sidestep my newest and most expensive alarm
These footsteps make their way up stairs that lead to a view of the world
We all have access to view the world
But so many close their eyes and their views thus become hidden

If I could run away today, I would
If I could run away tomorrow I would
I’d run straight from the suburbs and straight into the woods
I’d build a tree house that could house my thoughts
Both in the sun and in the rain
I’d build a tree house which would house my thoughts and help to feed my brain
I’d build a tree house atop the canopies which would shield me from the rain
It would shield me from the pain

Silent footsteps run rampant throughout the day and the night
But these footsteps can’t reach the place where my thoughts are housed
And where my brain takes to flight…

Can you say UNCLE...2