Universe∞Man was born on earth.
It was a happy day; the universe gave him all its power and sent him to the planet called earth.
This is his favorite place, his home, where he lives and creates his music and universal stories.
My short 4 track EP, “2020”, first took form before the year it’s named after before all of this insanity took over. I often think it’s best to leave a song’s meaning up to the interpretation of the listener. But, if there were an outlet to air out my thoughts of my songs, it would be here. So I’ll go through each track in the lineage of which they’re recorded and break them down.
The Sinclair Express is a Chicago-based alternative rock trio. We’ve been working on our debut album, “All Aboard,” for four years and are incredibly proud to finally release it!
If you like Pink Floyd or Jimi Hendrix, you will like this album. If you like Reggae or Hip-Hop music, you will like this album. If you like Country or Blues music, you will like this album. If you just like to get insanely high and listen to music, you will like this album. We hit every genre with tact and precision and hope that there is a song for everybody here. Enjoy!
We would say it’s great to hear you enjoyed our unique blend of genres, but we hear that every day baby! I’m a Gypsy Dub Rockstaaa sugar!
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To the best of my recollection, I can’t recall ever being tear-gassed.
My first instinct should probably have been to turn around and run away from the plaza, just like everyone else who went scampering, screaming and covering their mouths. The old, indigenous woman, with the multiple petticoats and black pork pie hat, sitting at her usual location half-way up the block, from whom I usually bought a daily newspaper, suddenly bent over and vomited. Moments before, I had heard a “pop-pop” and saw white, billowing clouds of smoke. A young Ecuatoriano adult, running in a hooded sweatshirt, gave a sudden yelp and stumbled, after getting hit in the leg with one of the tear gas canisters.
It is Free!! It costs nothing!! Stated the elderly anesthesiologist to the boy’s family. To put your son to sleep for his surgery costs absolutely nothing!! It is Free!! Free!! But to wake him up??………very very expensive!!
Moments earlier, in the same pre-operative area in this public hospital in a large Central American city, I witnessed another local medical doctor, drill a metal rod horizontally and completely through an indegenous patient’s femur, with the patient wide awake, and only after injecting numbing medicine, not much deeper than the skin, on the entry site of the thigh.
Such is the plight of the poor and marginalized, of which I have witnessed as an anesthesiologist, in over 30 international surgical missions, and which dominate the lyrical content of Ojos Feos’ original psychedelic Afro-Latin rock compositions.