Showing posts with label dj frank niao. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dj frank niao. Show all posts

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Toph Recovery Fundraiser Jam



in one week it goes down; if you can't attend you can always help this brother out here.

last Sunday night, January 7th Dj Toph One was struck in SF at Ocean and Geneva by a driver who fled the scene.

simply put, Toph is a solid dj who mad represents as an Aids Lifecycle activist, old-school-keeper-of-the-flame when it comes to wrecking shop with viny in all styles and genres.
he's a dope graf head who know's his hip hop history, sf party history, skate heritage:
you name it.
he's doper than you might know.

but 7 days later, my man is all hemmed up with a broken pelvis, but alive.
no doubt there's bills to pay, but life as pedal bound vinyl slinger has not a rich man made.

so if you can, get down with the get down, get your groove on next weekend and help out.
flyer above.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Elena. Chill.


01 Elena by parmella

An early morning drivin' track from an early dj frank niao demo.
Something nice for Fall.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Breaking Yourself



This month's gift mix we're throwing down a frank niao birthday bash featuring the Dramatics, Stylistics, Angela Bofill, O'Jays, Teddy P, Isaac Hayes, Isley Brothers, oh..it WILL be going down in SF in the next few weeks.
Stay tuned and get ready to BREAK yourself!

- bwlp

Friday, December 4, 2009

In Cit Rock pt. 2


dedicated to bpp's son.
alive and well...having made it to big 5.
we put our best feat forward to close out the year with something
for long drives.

you pick your destination, y'heard what we said a few posts back about
storytelling...

here's the In Cit Roc,
December BWLP Broadcast setlist:

penmanship by skyzoo,
pleasure night by sarah white produced by dhundee,
know you by john robinson,
the knowledge by bill blass,
travesty make poverty history (rmx) by TRoy broadcite,
weapons (lova lova remix) by dj chief with k.flay,
fm modes 2000 by kon and amir,
in my mind by dj sam champion featuring kissey asplund,
tribe by presto,
over and out by $k!dm@t!c,
i wish you knew (remix) by souled,
fifty mile view by mount kimbie,
paid homage (rip jdilla) by finale and flying lotus,

hold that thought by gwendolyn bunn
**** BWLP VOTED BREAKOUT ARTIST OF THE YEAR 2009 ****

436A by the oh so live super producer mellow supreme Eddie McCaskill,
soundtrack fuers leben by rahel kraska,

fin.
have a wonderful new year’s!

from the triptych:
-b.p. d’oiseaux, b.phlecksi parmella and dj frank niao!!!

Monday, July 27, 2009

BWLP August 2009 Podacast


The August, 2009 edition of Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine hones in on love.

As in: take off your shoes when you come in the house knowing the last supper is hanging in the front room colored by the comforting scent of adobo translating the vibe.

As in: the familiarity of the 3 foot tall rice dispenser in the kitchen, love.

As in: the joy of feeling at the top of ones game, hands clasped around your instrument- backstage, only to go on later live. Feeling like you were born to do it.



Bone up on your Tagalog for a few tracks. Oakland, San Leandro, San Diego, Las Vegas, Pilipino, and Mogadishu (and Berkeley, of course) is in the house.

We can't forget to mention our new favorite artist, the stratospheric Gwendolyn Bunn.

On Friday, July 31st, catch us on the web via a few portals:

birdswholikepomegranate.blogspot.com
doiseauxrecordings.podomatic.com, or on
www.myspace.com/hiphopmakenice.

Go somewhere with your hip hop.
Learn something new.
I’m b.phlecksi parmella, one half of BWLP, for Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine.
And with regards to dj frank niao, “bob your head to what he’s doing.”

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Ladies Prefer Those Who Sk8 Their Own Ability Edition


welcome to BWLP's realm.

frank niao simply has no competition when it comes to the art of sound selections and this month's aforementioned edition stays reppin' that.

we got inspired by a recently new purchase for a few good times: a new Mark Gonzales deck from Huf. Peace to Jon up on Sutter for good lookin' out.

also for the good folks at DLX for the assembly while i was chillin with my boy.

peace one time to FTC and Shoe Biz II Adidas boutique for the baby blue Kangol for my lil' buddy.

o as the title suggest, bomb hills at your own pace.

& get there with us on blast.

enjoy.

http://doiseauxrecordings.podomatic.com

...or just click for the latest episode to the right.

this time around featuring:

they go by bwlp, aurora australis by busy bradford johnson, elevator music by geology, resolution by jose james, dumb gir from allen road by dobie of brownswood recordings, hold box flat by the bpm, jw beat clip by floating points, untitled by fatima, inertia by jega, neonravergenome by bartek, a message from inside 06 by mono/poly, silicon surfboard by busy bradford johnson,

fin.

Friday, April 24, 2009

BWLP Mayo, up today



from some of the illest:
foreign legion, benny b. blanco, dj mitsu the beats and jose james, and a pot load of good tunes from today's phonic forward underground.
editorials coming in June when school's out.
enjoy.

-b.phlecksi parmella

...we at http://doiseauxrecordings.podomatic.com

go.

flick of the dream yard, Oaktown- LORDS crew

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Frank Niao's Martin Luther King, Jr. Dedication




Now is the time.

The speech in the cut has been edited with an 09' slant in the Brand New remix version...but its' only right that the entire speech be posted here too!

I Have A Dream
by Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


accessed from http://www.usconstitution.net/dream.html on 1/15/09 for educational purposes only.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Lucky 13



Fresh for You...

bpppbs
Birds Who Like Pomegranate Broadcast Schedule!
Now you can catch up on all your favorite podcasts as we broadcast them here!
On Monday, October 13th, we kick off a month of daily broadcasts of all of our Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine, in honor of b.phlecksi parmella and dj frank niao’s end of the month release: Pirates!

Just visit us here- http://birdswholikepomegrante.blogspot.com
for all day broadcasts!

Pirates! is comprised of many previously released demos BUT have been remixed with extended vocals.
Tight.

So enjoy the demo pre-releases at:
http://www.musicv2.com/artist/b__p__d_oiseaux
and
http://www.myspace/makenicehiphop

Otherwise, peep the schedule and catch b.phlecksi’s commentary and news reports in the mix with dj frank niao spinning our favorite underground hip-hop.

It’s all go.

Schedule:
Monday, October 13th first edition
Tuesday, 10/14 June 08’ edition
Wednesday, 10/15 volume 1, number 3
Thursday, 10/16 volume 1, number- pt.2
Friday, 10/17 gift mix
Saturday 10/18 fall equinox part one
Sunday 10/19 fall equinox part two