Juan Tainish was believed to be born in Montgomery Alabama, date unknown. His early signs of musical ability included the composition of his Flatulent Symphony No. 1 at age 7 . He was a star javelin catcher in high school and went on to study French Fry Engineering at Joe Tex Community College, on a scholarship. His dreams were put on hold by a draft into the US Army to serve in the Gulf War. Juan received a medal of honour, teaching troups advanced hiding techniques. A hang nail injury forced his early discharge, and Juan Tainish found himself in Brooklyn with a new career at Taco Bell, eventually being promoted to head fast food technician. A chance meeting with film maker Stanley Kubrecker resulted in a starring role in the vastly popular ipod movie. It was at this time he first met Jeff "Tain" Watts and to this day is leading the campaign against bubble headed drummers around the world. Juan is currently involved in the production of Sly Stone's comeback record.
HOLA!!! Saludos Musicales, Visita mi myspace y podras escuchar un pequeno adelanto de mi proximo trabajo discografico YAOUNDE HI!!!!! Musical Greeting, visit my myspace and you will be able to listen a small preview of my upcoming release YAOUNDE. Mucha Paz, amor y musica Much Peace, Love and Music
Jaun, i got a dilemma. my oakland raiders suck and they suck hard. Every sunday becomes more depressing than the last. How can i send positive vibes/energy their way? you gotta help me man, it's causing my ride to sound like ballz.
Yo Tain! Thank you man! What a pleasant surprise! ; ) Man you don't know how much that meant to me for one of MY mentors to show me love on my page, man you messed me up! And i hope that one day i will be able to introduce you to the love of my life, because i have talked to her about you and what you have done for me in my life since i was a teenager ; ) Thank you man! Much love! L.J.
Cheers friend, an honour having you here, be well, and do enjoy the library/blog's contents, here's hoping that it'll inspire you, as your creative spirit has inspired mine, sweet dreams then...
Feel the music. Son, we got you programmed like a beat. When I press snare, yo, guard your grill. Press kick, you move your feet. You can’t compete. I got my hydrants parked on every street. I’m federal NGH. Son of Sun. Come close and feel the heat. I am the streets. The white lines only separate me from me. You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me: Sign and Tree; Mountainside; Guard Rail; into the sea. They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me.
Here’s the key: DNA encoded in a beat. White rocks in a vial, NGH, ain’t got nuthin’ on me. BCH I’m free. Ask these editors at MTV. Far as they, know they’re publishing some new school poetry. Let it be. ‘Cause even that will do to turn the key. Doorways into other worlds. The Truth shall set you free. YOU are me, I am you, but also I’m (s)he. Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets. Feel the beat. Nod your head. Lean back, yo, touch your feet. Let me see you pop that thang right thur girl in your seat. Feel the heat. Count this page amongst your whitest sheets. Comfort in my every word. Slide under. Countless sheep.
Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer I should have been happy, I still be there Something could have come and taken me away But the main man felt Syl should be here another day
That's why I got to be Thankful yeah, yeah I gotta be Thoughtful Ah ha thankful You gotta be thoughtful
