Saintrabina wrote:I'm taking entries to the 27th May
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by Saintrabina » Fri May 27, 2011 7:06 am
Okunion wrote:The Tulsa Times
Okunion capitol city's, Tulsa Police are investigating the apparent suicide of Backwoods Boys lead singer Bubba Young. The band was scheduled the appear at the 1st Ever World Hit Festival. The band's booking agent has released a statement saying the band will withdrawel from the events. We haved learned from Young's friends and family that his recent divorce, the election of Okunion President Richard Weeks, and the band's terrible financial situation pushed him over the edge. "It's a terrible sham, we had planned to get back into the business with this festival, get back on our feet and get the finances under control again." drumer George Traight said.
The band, The Backwoods Boys, were formed about 2 years ago before the country was Okunion. They have released many country western singles about politics. When the new government was established and President Weeks was elected, Young expressed his dissaproval. When some of the band's fans showed thier blame towards the Head of State, the presidential office released a statement saying they do not think the president was the reason for the suicide.
by Saintrabina » Fri May 27, 2011 7:09 am
Amekikia wrote:Nation: Amekikia
Artist: Jibaro Selman
People on stage: 40 dancers (19 female, 21 male), and 25 musicians, not including Jibaro Selman himself - I wrote max.6
Song Style: Bomba, Folk, World
Description: The Festival takes place at the Grand Ampitheater of Ieda’wah’ato, Amekikia, with the Amekikia United Broadcasting Corporation streaming this event live on all public channels. The unimposing, yet outspoken social activist is the only person who can be seen on the stage, as the rest of his peers are obscured by darkness. The night is lucid as usual, moonlight showering the 200,000 fans who have attended the event. All of them are eager to hear his next criticism of the Amekikian government (whom he always refers to as “A Man” in his songs), and they shower him with praise as he adjusts the microphone and begins to play his guitar.
Immediately, the stage light cuts away from Jibaro Selman as he begins singing. The light shifts instead on the dancers, clad in flowing outfits that bear the earthy tones and designs their ancestors wore. He sings of their people’s mythical creation by their three patron goddesses, the rise and fall of civilizations through time, and soon, reflects on the current turmoil and distance the Amekikian nation faces as they struggle to uphold their past traditions. His songs always begin with these stories, reflecting Amekikia’s ageless oral traditions.
The dancers use the tension in their bodies, and the sensuality of their performances to convey the stories that Selman tells in exchanges of Spanish and Amekikian, sometimes throwing in dabs of English, although every Amekikian is fluent in each. Then, the percussionists gradually chime in, adding rhythm and context to the lines he delivers with his trademark wiry, husky voice. Sound pierces the air as he begins leading into the chorus of his song, and the entire stage is soaked in light, revealing his dancers twirling without abandon. The audience responds with a deafening roar of excitement, their bodies shuffling as they rock the Ampitheater in unison. He sings,
“Can’t you see our land is dying?
It is filled with hollow, dead memories
But if dreams are our true history
Then I beckon you now,
One Night is all we Need!”
A long refrain accompanies the chorus as wooden flutes and percussion instruments layer the sounds of the guitar, before he continues the chorus,
“Call fire with our sacred tongues,
Cleanse all sorrows from the sick,
Recognize the people are bound together,
Enflame the voices that pitter in silence,
One Night is all we Need!”
Jibaro Selman violently strums his guitar, feeding off the passionate audience, as he continues the next verse,
“Mama say Mother created our eyes with stars,
Yet A Man smote me with grime, blinded me,
Mama say Mother created our feet to walk like the wind,
Yet A Man stamped my arm, put a price to my destiny,”
At this moment, the crowd screams in outrage as Jibaro Selman reveals the brand on his right arm, a remnant of the Amekikian government’s controversial security protocol being implemented – despite the complete absence of any criminal activity in their country.
“Can’t you see our land is dying?
It is filled with hollow, dead memories
But if dreams are our true history
Then I beckon you now,
One Night is all we Need!”
Jibaro Selman continues chanting the titular line of this song, improvising as the performance becomes yet another revolutionary phenomenon. The praise and adulation of his audience makes it clear that the people are ready for change like never before, and he pumps his guitar in the air once they've finished, shouting the nation's motto, "Ina'a wahken, Tonn M'khinaa," ("Our fight will not be lost, my Little Brother") as the next performers prepare to take the stage.
by Amekikia » Fri May 27, 2011 7:20 am
Saintrabina wrote:Amekikia wrote:Nation: Amekikia
Artist: Jibaro Selman
People on stage: 40 dancers (19 female, 21 male), and 25 musicians, not including Jibaro Selman himself - I wrote max.6
Song Style: Bomba, Folk, World
Description: The Festival takes place at the Grand Ampitheater of Ieda’wah’ato, Amekikia, with the Amekikia United Broadcasting Corporation streaming this event live on all public channels. The unimposing, yet outspoken social activist is the only person who can be seen on the stage, as the rest of his peers are obscured by darkness. The night is lucid as usual, moonlight showering the 200,000 fans who have attended the event. All of them are eager to hear his next criticism of the Amekikian government (whom he always refers to as “A Man” in his songs), and they shower him with praise as he adjusts the microphone and begins to play his guitar.
Immediately, the stage light cuts away from Jibaro Selman as he begins singing. The light shifts instead on the dancers, clad in flowing outfits that bear the earthy tones and designs their ancestors wore. He sings of their people’s mythical creation by their three patron goddesses, the rise and fall of civilizations through time, and soon, reflects on the current turmoil and distance the Amekikian nation faces as they struggle to uphold their past traditions. His songs always begin with these stories, reflecting Amekikia’s ageless oral traditions.
The dancers use the tension in their bodies, and the sensuality of their performances to convey the stories that Selman tells in exchanges of Spanish and Amekikian, sometimes throwing in dabs of English, although every Amekikian is fluent in each. Then, the percussionists gradually chime in, adding rhythm and context to the lines he delivers with his trademark wiry, husky voice. Sound pierces the air as he begins leading into the chorus of his song, and the entire stage is soaked in light, revealing his dancers twirling without abandon. The audience responds with a deafening roar of excitement, their bodies shuffling as they rock the Ampitheater in unison. He sings,
“Can’t you see our land is dying?
It is filled with hollow, dead memories
But if dreams are our true history
Then I beckon you now,
One Night is all we Need!”
A long refrain accompanies the chorus as wooden flutes and percussion instruments layer the sounds of the guitar, before he continues the chorus,
“Call fire with our sacred tongues,
Cleanse all sorrows from the sick,
Recognize the people are bound together,
Enflame the voices that pitter in silence,
One Night is all we Need!”
Jibaro Selman violently strums his guitar, feeding off the passionate audience, as he continues the next verse,
“Mama say Mother created our eyes with stars,
Yet A Man smote me with grime, blinded me,
Mama say Mother created our feet to walk like the wind,
Yet A Man stamped my arm, put a price to my destiny,”
At this moment, the crowd screams in outrage as Jibaro Selman reveals the brand on his right arm, a remnant of the Amekikian government’s controversial security protocol being implemented – despite the complete absence of any criminal activity in their country.
“Can’t you see our land is dying?
It is filled with hollow, dead memories
But if dreams are our true history
Then I beckon you now,
One Night is all we Need!”
Jibaro Selman continues chanting the titular line of this song, improvising as the performance becomes yet another revolutionary phenomenon. The praise and adulation of his audience makes it clear that the people are ready for change like never before, and he pumps his guitar in the air once they've finished, shouting the nation's motto, "Ina'a wahken, Tonn M'khinaa," ("Our fight will not be lost, my Little Brother") as the next performers prepare to take the stage.
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