Beastie Ulery-Vocals
Sutton Althisar-Vocals/Guitar
Ramsey Fauset-Lead Guitar
AP Murray-Bass
Matt Johnson-Sax, Bass, Guitar
Taylor McKinnon-Percussion
Etkilendikleri
The Police, Ween, Jimmy Eat World, Weezer, Kings X, Van Halen, Poncho Sanchez, Green Day, The Ataris, Def Leppard, The Beastie Boys, Kool Keith, The Smiths, Boston, 2 Short, The Vandals, Tenacious D, The Millwaulkees, Queen, Led Zeppelin, Praxis, Warsaw, Honey Bucket, The Who, Michael Jackson, Joe Jackson, Freddy Jackson, Jackson Brown, AfterBlack, Sublime, Fishbone, DEVO, Oingo Boingo, 311, My Bloody Valentine, Harlow, Flickerstick, The Josh Dodes Band, Primal Scream, The Church, Rush, Prince, Parliament/Funkadelic, The Stone Roses, The Wee Lads, Garmond Bosia, Sandpaper Love, Shifter, Flying Circus, Steve Martin
Northern Arizona University. 1994. Sutton and Milo start a band. They call it Soul Cracker. Guy with a mullet joins. Great with the slap bass. But he quits to become a scientist. Bob joins to play bongos. Then Matt Johnson on bass. Milo quits. Bob plays drums in his stead. AP, Bob's friend from high school, joins. AP plays bass and guitar. AP starts to switch duties with Matt, who plays sax as well. Taylor joins and plays percussion. Sutton then invites Beastie, who lives across from Bob, to sing for the band. Beastie is also the only one who can dance. Soul Cracker starts playing bars, parties, etc. around Flagstaff. Band starts to build a following. Becomes well known for jamming for hours on end, playing mostly white-boy funk. Band records their debut, 5.5.
1995. After almost dying in a knife fight at Buzzard's Gulch, Taylor Quits.
1996-1997. Some members actually graduate college. With absolutely no desire in being hoteliers or restauranteurs, the band moves to Ocean Beach San Diego and into a squalid, rat infested, month to month, one bedroom apartment. Drinking, pot-smoking, bad cooking, graffiti, nudity and love-making ensue. Band starts to play every Sunday night at Winston's Beach Club, and the gears start to get greased. Crowds start to build. Songs get written on the fly and during jams onstage. Band starts to get a musical identity, playing ska and funk. Band records a live album, Beyond Seven.
1998. Band gets a manager. Johnny McD. Money's made, bills get paid. Band starts to tour. Band members spend most of there time playing music, writing, surfing and partying like madmen. Matt quits. Band records Nowhere Fast.
1999. Band signs to Internet record label. Music gets refined, more pop oriented. Band hits Warped Tour. Alters name. Now "Soulcracker". Bob calls college friend and former bandmate Ramsey and asks him to join the band as a second guitarist. Band records EP with James Saez (Social D.) Band tours more.
2000-2001. VH1 asks band to shoot a pilot called Bands on the Run. Show gets picked up. Band gets more exposure than anyone could have expected. Band doesn't "win". Records At Last For You. Band hits the road after show airs. Has an amazing time. Plays sold out shows.
September 11th.
Band returns home. Lots of tension in the group. Beastie quits. Band decides to keep playing to limited success.
2003. Band breaks up. Sutton forms Ragsy. Bob and Ramsey form Safety. AP starts writing songs for TV shows and joins Darlings of the Day. Beastie starts directing short films.
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Hey What Up? Hope Everything is good on yo side! I'm giving away my song
"Here We Go Again" - PAIN feat. Sneeks, Mr.Tripz & Truth Produced by PAIN Mixed & Mastered by Lil Moy
FOR FREE!!! to my myspace friends It might appear on my album I'm working on so here you go just click on the following link & you can download the MP3 from there:
If you like it I give you permission to give it to your friends
A Lil quick info: PAIN - Is a Mexican rapper from Escondido, CA (Currently staying in Hemet, CA) Sneeks - Rapper from Oceanside, CA Mr. Tripz - Rapper from Escondido, CA Truth - Rapper from Escondido, CA Lil Moy - Engineer from Oceanside, CA
Thought I'd share...was just rockin' out to you guys while cleaning my room..."I'm happy 'cause I been smokin' weed. Smokin' weed? For the 66th time this week. This week?" Damn I miss you boys! Much love - XOXOXO
Dudes give some Az/flagstaff/Ob love fuckers.. Where the hells everyone at nowadays??? It's hard as fuck to track a cd down, and mines scratched to shit, so if anyone has one get ahold of me fuckers!!!.....Don t make me spam you guys and keep leaving messages
Can we get down with " I got scared layn next to you all night" old school neighbors in OB shit... Intro my xxxx girl to you guys and it's kinda our love song..Hook it up assfaces
You are the very last drop of an exquisite, full bodied, crimson wine.
And it's time. It's time that you know....that like a kiddie book, "I love to read you." I love to drag my fingers softly down your soul...Close my eyes, decipher weight, measure substance, your tortured moan is my sustenance.
The cadence of your voice alone guides me home and the butterflies in this stomach fill me with a frenzied brush of downy wings. Mmmmm..you tend to make me think all kinds of irreverent things.
Those petite tumbling wonders dip and soar literally intoxicated on the unspoken promise of your rapid heart beat, which in itself is a feat because when you touch me I can barely stand on my own....two feet that is...
without your palm to the small of my back that is...
and my cheek hard up against the wall...that is.
Your hot breath stirs sensitized skin, I'll take you in..and in return for this blissful haze I'll spill out formal words for days.
While midnight's sharp inhale at the impending morn lets fall her ebony gown in foreplay with the sun, I'll grasp calloused hands so tender. Your lips part with a secret smile. Our bodies will tell the story that our lips shall not defile...
because your half-crooked grin makes me dizzy and sears straight to my center. You're like my very own personal satisfaction mentor.
So let me be the voice backed by the dawn that drips unspeakable beauty right on down your awakening sky before sleep start sucking gently on our brains and we lose our how, our where, and our why.
And darling, I am spun, spun, spun like a rogue planet out of orbit, dazed by your brilliance and set alight. I am wound up so tight that if I were a bit more brave I might say... I might say...
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