Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness
A being without a name, faceless and obscure
Part presence, part idea they say
As if the very force they describe has existed for eons
Dormant sounds awaiting a crowd
Beats of radical acts...
Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people
At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows
Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams
To empower the music of the people
In this place at about this time
You got two turntables and a microphone
This world needs a brand new freedom
Be the freedom
Be the hope
Even if it makes you blind
Be the light
In a land scarred by divisions, separated by borders, armed with nothing but vinyl, you are a DJ. Music brought us together, only to tear us apart- moving from region to region, you bring the music of the people to the people, sowing seeds of discontent, propagating rebellion, and bringing people together.
Cut up records like a samurai warrior as you move through the regions of what used to be a country, before he divided us, before we divided ourselves: from the Heartland to Isle Neon, Mt. Rock to The AM and Urbania.
Leave your fists at home, violence is for suckers.