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  • Genre: Live Electronics / Tropical

    Location Boston/Tampa/Calif./Hawaii/Outer Space, Massachusetts, Un

    Profile Views: 42794

    Last Login: 5/16/2012

    Member Since 3/31/2009

    Type of Label Unsigned

  • Bio

    These two kids from different walks of life by the Universe's deciding have continued through these times of uncertainty and horror. Thats life though, the BasemenT is a way to escape all that, a way of life. One that can not be studied nor taught, barbaric savages roaming the country while all along always coming back to the music. The energy from the BasemenT is like none other and when the proper Mastering is applied there will be no control over our personal time. So We. have been hiding out changing our names, being living inspirations for all the musicians you live and have loved for all these years and know its our turn. There is no such thing as time and expecting fame is not the main goal, to get the good vibes out is. People all around the world need to immeadetly turn all there energies into ones of good. Here you hear all kinds of music and we have not had the time to really contemplate a genre, there isnt one, before our time or no-stylee. You will be able to see us at a venue near you soon so stay tuned... An excerpt from "Hitch-Hiking to Hawaii" We were all addicted to that altered state of our own realities where we survived with peace, love and equality. Observed the stranger ways of this world and changed life for a little, while entertaining our minds and others. A cartoon of sorts in which we would write and record our selves into everyday we decided to wake then rise from the dream world. Sleep is important. Get at least four to five every twenty-four. Samuel L. Jackson had just entered the room, I think we were watching either Pulp Fiction or Die Hard the third one. “Oh shit,” I yelled quietly, “Where’d that rot-wilder come from and where the hell did Jackson go?” Obviously the 2CB had me by the gonads and it was a tight grip! I remember creating clouds as I gazed out the third story skylight, talking to the house across the way not really understanding why the lights would go off then on every thirty seconds. Even though I was enjoying my self I was not ready to go outside, luckily my train was not set for departure until the fine hour of 3 a.m. Plenty of time to take in all these wonderful visuals happening all around me. My bags were packed and near the door but I could not go anywhere near them, it was raining outside and I wanted nothing to do with that ugly wooden door. On the other hand or other side of the room a built in air-conditioning unit was rather comforting. All kinds of knobs and dials were aligned in perfect harmony, extending back and forth for no good reason at all.

  • Members

    Sandman & Myquil Chebba... with more to come and go

  • Influences

    Musicans magicans gypsies hippies degenerates high school dropouts junkies huffers writers revolutionaries killers stange beings wandering the Earth and good people making a difference where really needed.

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A project that may have been started by accident on the East Coast of America in the Woods of a desolate town North of Boston. The Sandman07 is in possesion of a Majic Box, the holder of Gold by Sound.. nevermind all that these Basement Kids or the Basement Warriors or the B-KRU have just been living life unruly and recording there stories along the way. Alot is still to come hidden in the archives but We. cant stop anytime soon so stay tuned for the best of the future. Thanks... An excerpt from "Hitch-Hiking to Hawaii" We were all addicted to that altered state of our own realities where we survived with peace, love and equality. Observed the stranger ways of this world and changed life for a little, while entertaining our minds and others. A cartoon of sorts in which we would write and record our selves into everyday we decided to wake then rise from the dream world. Sleep is important. Get at least four to five every twenty-four. Samuel L. Jackson had just entered the room, I think we were watching either Pulp Fiction or Die Hard the third one. “Oh shit,” I yelled quietly, “Where’d that rot-wilder come from and where the hell did Jackson go?” Obviously the 2CB had me by the gonads and it was a tight grip! I remember creating clouds as I gazed out the third story skylight, talking to the house across the way not really understanding why the lights would go off then on every thirty seconds. Even though I was enjoying my self I was not ready to go outside, luckily my train was not set for departure until the fine hour of 3 a.m. Plenty of time to take in all these wonderful visuals happening all around me. My bags were packed and near the door but I could not go anywhere near them, it was raining outside and I wanted nothing to do with that ugly wooden door. On the other hand or other side of the room a built in air-conditioning unit was rather comforting. All kinds of knobs and dials were aligned in perfect harmony, extending back and forth for no good reason at all.

Member Since:

March 31, 2009

Members:

Sandman & Solo or Marty Chebba feat. Jason Taylor Dooms Day Riot AB & Real

Influences:

Musicans magicans gypsies hippies degenerates high school dropouts junkies huffers writers revolutionaries killers stange beings wandering the Earth and good people making a difference where really needed.

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