Demrick now reppin the west coast recently dropped his lasted mix-tape All The Wrong Things 2. His description of his style is “both raw and soulful”. All The Wrong Things 2 was mainly produced  by Jim Johnsin and definitely turned out to be a dope mix-tape! So listen and let me know what you think! Check out a picture of Demrick and I in our studio interview! (NEXT PAGE )

Demrick – All The Wrong Things 2 – NoDJ.



Therefore marriage when taken seriously is an affront to the universe. Marriage tends to be a ploy to trap an individuals soul, like caging a bird, if you truly love the bird you would not even consider imprisoning it!

True love is unconditional, if you truly love and understand, then nothing can alter that love. Even should they decide to never see you again, that love would remain.

A human whose love is true cannot be harmed, for with love true and pure comes a love for the ALL of the universe not just part.

With this knowledge comes faith in the perfection of the universal plan, and with such perfection there is no wrong action, and no evil, all that is is necessary and perfect!

Failure to see the perfection is nothing more than a lack of understanding.

I hope you like my selections .

April House&Proud Chart .

01Kings Of Tomorrow featuring April , Fall For You (Sandy Rivera’s Classic Mix
02Kings Of Tomorrow featuring April ,It’s Only You (Sandy Rivera’s Original Mix
03Duke domont – need you 100% skream mix
04 Colin sales ft Suzy , all about the love coco nut vocal mix
05yousef ,think twice
06racheal row – follow the steps kink remix
07kort ,love stealing
08chris malinack ,so good to me mk mix
09lana del ray , summertime sadness mk feel it in the air mix
10franky Rizardo , the end .

The Central New Jersey group Wake Up Paradise combines a feel-good sound with an impassioned message to create this catchy song that is impossible to listen to just once.

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An hour long mix please listen and any feed back welcome and follow me mon on mix cloud for future mixes .

http://www.mixcloud.com/DJCRAIGTHORBURN/houseproud-vol-10-mix/

Thanks

Dj Craig Thorburn
House&Proud .

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What makes a person Godly is a persons ability to take complete responsibility for their entire burden, and never attempt to pass the burden of that suffering onto nothing else but oneself…

OWN your suffering, it is yours to hold and cherish, no one else can love it, no one else can take it from you!! Make love to your burden, show the universe that love knows no boundaries!!!

SOULFUL ESSENTIAL

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I wield the powers of life and death to serve the one true purpose. To ascend to the heavens severing connection with the material and once there I plant my dreaming tree, and down it grows towards the earth descending from the heavens, bringing the fruits of heavenly knowledge to the earth!

The air was clean and fresh that day, the wind just kissing our skin lightly like a butterfly.

As we walked along the gravel path the fynbos rustled and stirred, whispering to us secrets of their existence.

Every now and then we stopped to kiss, to hold each other, to feel the freedom of this beautiful land that surrounded us.

The distant sounds of suburban life almost nonexistent now, replaced by the sweet whistling of the birds and insects which occupied the area in abundance.

We continued up the mountain, enjoying the view of the ocean and sprawling land before us, occasionally we would catch a glance of calving whales in the bay, as they played like frivolous children in the blue green sea, these huge mammals gracing us with their presence, as we watched in awe, almost nonexistent in their glory.

Taking advantage of the old wooden park benches that had been dedicated to those loved ones that had come and gone before us; we sat and reveled in this serene beauty…

Eventually we reached the beacon, the top, the end of the path, the highest point…We rested on the bench that had been placed so poignantly to mark the favourite spot of a seasoned walker.

As I lay my head on her lap, I suddenly understood the “sound of silence”.  I understood it all; as I lay there with the warm rays of sunshine bathing my face, she gently stroked me, my hair, my skin…

Words were not important, they didn’t exist, this feeling could not be voiced without betraying the enormity of it…it was overwhelming, exhausting and yet so joyous and exhilerating.

Tears welled as this feeling filled me, tears from my soul, it had taken so long to reach this point, to feel it and now here it was…silent, powerful, all consuming…the feeling of pure love, peace and serenity.

My love held me then, like she had never done before, her love protecting my vulnerability, protecting me…it was a moment in time to be cherished, to be remembered…a moment in time.

The Door creaks opens only to trap curious life junkies, try to take your eyes away!

The Hungry Souls groan overfed but still lick the dark roofs of their mouths in anticipation of the next meal

The Alcoholic Souls plunge their tongues in drinks, blindly looking for the glass’s bottom

The Poetry Souls crunch small chips of prose together claiming creativity and divine unity

The Suited Souls play gold violin strings singing Holy Hymns of income

The Emaciated Souls rub dirty finger tips together imagining violins

The Watered Souls bloom spiritually, not desiring question of where the water comes from

The Dry Souls question and seek answer, where does the water come from?  who desires to soak life into our roots?

The New England Souls bucket foliage to sell to Southern Souls

And the Southern Souls ceram wrap tobacco to sell to the New England Souls

The Traveling Souls exchange stories for drinks in bars

The Platonic Souls bath in the river naked but do not touch each other

The Door Hinge Souls creak and God’s eyes are on us

From To Your Health: Humanity’s Diagnosis

Metalheadz bring us another must have 12″ from Lenzman! A side Empty Promise covers all the bases nicely; rolling breakbeats, soft pads, soulful vocals and just enough grime in the bassline to give the tune some teeth. Then over on the flip Makoto gives Broken Dreams the remix treatment, making the song his own while retaining the trademark vocal that made the original such a big hit on release.

As if all of that wasn’t enough, the ‘headz camp are also giving away a nice little freebie in the form of Subwave’s remix of Lenzman & Riya’s Open Page. Grab yourself a copy here and look out for the Empty Promise 12″ dropping on April 29th.

We are each gifted an instrument, completely unique, and completely us.

As we learn more of our instrument we develop a sharper ear for discord, and learn to tune the discord out of our instrument.

As each string is tuned we learn to jam better with other types instruments.

As we develop our sense of hearing, we are able to notice smaller and smaller amounts of discord! Which allows us to continuously refine our tuning!

So take the time, listen to your instrument, take inspiration from those who have learned much of their own and jam with all that appreciate, for in a garden full of jam we will always be full!

This man I met a while ago. I’m always meeting men but this meeting was different because at the time, I was fuming inside and he said hi so I said hi and then we talked and it felt really nice. Conversations began to span endless texts and Facebook messages and phone calls that spanned for hours and even an unfinished poem and it occurred to me at some point – I like this guy. He’s sweet and charming and the exact breath of fresh air that I need right now. Eventually of course the thought came up, would I date him? It was followed by could I stay faithful particularly knowing that I have unresolved issues with my ex? Sooner or later I got the can I really leave the devil I know for the one I don’t? And eventually, even if all those answers are yes, will I ever love him and by extension, anyone else? All the answers became irrelevant when I realized the answer to the last one was no. As I type this, I’m struggling with who I am inside. I’ve been defined by love for as long as I can remember and without it, I feel as if I’m nothing. I feel that this new relationship I’m in is doomed, the old one is a putrid and rotting waste and all the others are there for nothing but vile contamination of my soul. So who am I? We won’t be answering this today. We won’t be answering it for a while but we have made progress towards what we want.

A few days before my last relationship was over we walked under the stars and stopped at a house, one of the only ones on my street with lights outside, and danced to imaginary music. Eyes closed, lips locked together, spinning slowly – we had created our wedding night and were invariably practicing the first dance. I got a kiss goodnight and he was on his way. I watched him disappear into the dark night, which was a good ten steps away and turned back to go home when he called my name out. I answered and he said ”I love you”. I felt those words. I didn’t see him but I think a tear may have rolled down his face because the feeling they came with made me want to cry. Then we were over when I thought we were just starting and then we hung on by thin shreds of the so called unbreakable bond we have. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t, but for all intensive purposes, this bond between us is not under scrutiny today.

I remember a day when I sat in my bathroom telling him about the other guy – Mr. Again. I’d liked him. I’d liked all of the ones in between but this one had hope till he fucked up and now he’s not a part of my life and that’s okay. I needed him then. Not so much now. We’re evolving. Yay! The concept isn’t a complete waste. I realized then that what I’d been doing all my life was dating for fun. Don’t get me wrong, dating is fun but I’ve had my fun and now I’ve grown and I’m building my life so what I want is to build a life. Recently I’ve been saying a lot to my friends ”I’m too grown for that”. For example, one of my friends asked me when the next orgy was or why we hadn’t done it in so long and I told him quite frankly that is was nice last year when I was all uninhibited and having lots of sex for the fun of it (sometimes to forget) and my entire life went by in drunken blurs but now I have real shit to handle and I’m too old to be wasting weekends away in drunken and/or narcotics induced stupors having wild sex with a group of friends and taking pictures. I like my privacy now. I value it deeply. Sex is slowly becoming about connecting to people and not just getting off right quick. My relationships are not about public displays of affection. It’s all fun and games until all that external involvement comes in and fucks everything up. So thanks for the experience guys but I’m too grown for that now. I want something else.

I asked God for a husband this year. I found myself feeling nostaligc for old loves and feeling left out when everyone else seems to be having babies, shacking up and getting married. I’m not looking for a white picket fence but I do want a home. I’m not looking for a silly sheet of paper, what the fuck will I do with paper? I’m looking for companionship – ever lasting. I don’t want a wedding, I want a covenant between myself, him/her and God. I don’t only want the good. I want the bad too and while I don’t believe in it, I still want love -unfathomable as that may be, I do want it. Maybe right now is too soon for it, but I do want it.

Speaking to a friend, I mentioned being in an open relationship. One gave it a thumbs down. The other gave it a thumbs up. The one who gave it a thumbs up told me that it would be good for me to figure out what I want but she felt that I’d end up with a woman in life. I honestly like that idea. Maybe that’s what I need. To be loved and not physically. Sex is a momentary something. My soul needs some TLC, it’s been crying out for it. Its hungry for it. My body can endure a few years of celibacy, hell, it might do my soul some good to stop hiding behind sexuality.

This is what I had to say. This is what led me to write this.

I’m not getting any younger and I want to have a relationship that’ll lead to something not one that goes nowhere and this while it satisfies me in every way – will go nowhere. Eventually, I would have to choose. It’s a fact I can’t ignore no matter how badly I’d like to legalize multiple marriages, then I can have a number of husbands and a few wives while I’m at it. But realistically speaking, holistically speaking for myself, I need something stable and enduring. I’m gunning for marriage. Not a wedding. Not a signed piece of paper that says legally you’re bound to this person and everything that is mine is his/hers and vice versa but the state of being that is marriage – the covenant between me, him/her and God. That is what I want.

I feel akin to the decomposers the maggots writhe happily breaking the body down and nourishing other life through their excrement. Perhaps those nutrients will nourish a fruit tree from which I shall gleam nourishment, or grass which an animal may eat that I will eat.

A curious thought takes me by surprise, can the maggot taste the growing conditions of the the body like a wine taster can taste the growing conditions of a grape. Or maybe even the bitter pungent odor has subtle differences that hint at the conditions of growth and development.

Another thought hits me, our planet started off once as tiny particles then grew in size. Could it be possible that the planet is now dead and that the life living on the planet now are like decomposers on the body. Interesting I will keep these thoughts in mind.

One day I too will be a decaying body housing the unlimited potential of life…

Did some translating of my favourite Persian poem the other day. They say poetry is good for the soul. I say put music to it and my purple heart will smile…

Doors

We were two facing doors
Aware of each other’s cores

Days of greetings, whispers and laughter
Days of promises for the day after

Life’s a mirror of paradise but alas
Shorter than June nights and winter days past

Today my heart’s bleeding and sore
I see only darkness at one door

The sun failed, the moon could not allure
Blame Odyssey once, blame it for all