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Thursday, July 24, 2008

Gram Rabbit to perform Saturday, July 26th at Fries on the Side. Go to www.friesontheside.com

We will play a couple songs acoustic style. And Jesika will act in one of the sketches!  showtime is 9:30 pm @ SMC Theatre  5124 Lankershim Blvd. Los Angeles  91601   go to their website for more details.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

John Cusack and Gram Rabbit. Go see War Inc. opens in may and features GR’s Devils Playground!!
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

John Cusack personally asking us to help promote his new movie War Inc.
It opens in May. please go see it!! bunny luv, Jesika

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

New Live Show Review and Commentary By Rabbit Fan Adam!!
Category: Music

From my Blog:
Gram Rabbit: Superstars In The Making
Current mood: amped


Jeezuz, people. Gram Rabbit are back,and I mean Big Time. The new band just sounds HUGE & tighter than ever before, and I had that feeling I've had on previous occasions when I've had the opportunity to see new stars rising on the musical horizon. I was talking to Brian the drummer after last night's set at Spaceland, and he said they hadn't even had a real chance to rehearse yet, so watch out when that happens. Spaceland will explode! The thing is, though, is this: What is it gonna take to get some A&R record company people down to these shows to see what is going on here? Hello, people! Does anybody want to make some money?! Lemme tell ya something. I happen to know a little bit about music. Wait a minute..........scratch that.

I happen to know a freakin' LOT about music. I have been going to concerts since 1974 (1965, actually, if you count the time I rode along when my Dad drove my sisters to see The Beatles at Dodger Stadium ). The point is, I know my stuff. I have heard of every band out there, and much more importantly, I know who the good ones are. More than anything, I know the standouts. Gram Rabbit stand out from the crowd and more than ever at a time like this. They are not a band that will go unnoticed with the proper exposure.

I don't mean to come across as arrogant, but I know much more about music, and rock history, and the culture of popular music, etc., than 99.999 % of anybody working in the music business. This is not meant to toot my own horn, nor is it meant as a knock against hard working people in the business; I only mean to say that I know Star Quality, and quality music/musicianship when I see it, because of my own long experience as a dedicated music fan.

People, listen. Gram Rabbit, now more than ever, have these qualities bursting out of them. For one thing, Jesika is a Megastar in the making. There is no one even remotely like her as a singer or performer. Most importantly, she is also an original as an artist. Originality is what makes a lasting career more than anything. So, what you have is a potential Big Star who has already created herself. No "grooming" is necessary. I have seen 'em all, from Genesis w/Peter Gabriel, to Roxy Music and David Bowie in the Aladdin Sane era, and of course we all know about how Madonna created herself in the 80s. Now, I'm not a fan of Madonna, but what I am talking about is Star Power.

Because if Madonna can do it, then what about a far more original talent?
Jesika Von Rabbit has got it all over someone like Madonna. She can be a very big star in this business.

To state the case more clearly she's already a Star in her own right. All she and Gram Rabbit need are some promotion. But the time for that is NOW. Come down to Spaceland and see what I am talking about.

Don't wait, people. Make it happen now. This band is not a one-off, novelty/trend creation of the music business that is gonna flame out after one go-round. They already have three albums to their credit, and have another major singer/songwriter,( and a "co-personality" to Jesika) in Todd as well.

You people like the White Stripes, am I correct? You were able to sell Jack & Meg White. Again, I happen to know quite a bit about music, and guess what? Todd and Jes have got more talent than the White Stripes, and that's no knock on Jack & Meg. They are actually pretty good.

But Gram Rabbit are far better because their sound is more encompassing. Their wide range of influence is not the detriment which makes some bands sound musically schizophrenic, because the influences are blended into a seamless sound of their own. It's pure Gram Rabbit, and it could only come from the spaced-out wasteland they call home, out in the Mojave desert. And in fact, the new line-up, which includes guitarist Ethan Allen and the aforementioned drummer Brian McCleod, gives the new songs such a punch, that it redefine that sound to make it more dynamic than ever before. Many of of those new songs were played last night, and they add to a catalog that grows more impressive and diverse with each release. Gram Rabbit are therefore almost single handedly re-inventing the genre of Art Rock that was so popular in the mid-1970s, an era which, as everybody knows, was the most creatively productive in the history of rock and roll. Homer Simpson himself can testify to that.

Gram Rabbit are ready to roll, folks. They are indeed Ready For Prime Time.

I am not a record company executive, but if I were, I'd be all over them trying to sign them at this moment. Take some advice from a guy who has been on the scene since before Lester Bangs wrote for Creem, but who, I dare say, has a bit more well-rounded an experience in the world of rock and roll then old Lester did. If that IS me tooting my own horn a bit, well so be it. Someone has got to stand up for real music.

There must be someone out there who will come down to these Spaceland shows, which will be continuing every Monday throughout September, to observe the Next Big Thing in action. No more record company/music business copouts are acceptable. The attitude that Gram Rabbit "don't fit into any slot" is a blindfolded way of looking at this group, because they have created their own slot .

In closing, I can assure anyone who is reading this that this band is definitely going to "make it". They seem to have the type of determination it takes in this business to continue against difficult odds. The point is, however, that they are already at the level of professional quality and originality, unlike many bands who are just starting out, to take the final step into the Big Time.

All they need is some assistance. That's my message to any record company people who are reading this. If you want to make some money, call Gram Rabbit.

The hardcore fans already know what I am talking about.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Myspace Legend Wendigo Reviews RadioAngel & The RobotBeat!
Current mood: weird
Category: Music

Fancy dancy and blowing my mind.

You unlock the door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension …a dimension of sight, a dimension of sound, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone…

…either that or you've just slipped on your bunny earphones once again and listened to Gram Rabbit's third most excellent new album 'Radioangel & the Robotbeat'. 'Fancy Dancy' and once again, 'blowing my mind', with their original blend of spacey-eletro-rock-tronic beats and sound. Stand out tracks for me – American Hookers, Rest Of Us Sleep, Shiny Monster, Less Is More, touching on subjects such as corruption, popular culture and today's media whilst at the same time – In My Book, Fancy Dancy, Hot Spit all urging you to 'Get Up Off It' and then the most brilliant 'The Places Where We Go' is just pure genius. GR's 'Radioangel & the Robotbeat' is in an extra-terrestrial league of its own. No other band comes close. They aren't your regular band this is far from regular music. I swear towards the end of the album someone or something was trying to make contact though my headphones, the lights flickered and all the clocks in my house stopped…I'm serious.

Two fat thumbs fresh!

Don your rabbit ears. V to the stars.

THE TIME HAS COME.

- Wendigo.

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Gram Rabbit Feature at Suicidegirls.com!!!
Current mood: pleased
Category: Music

We are quite proud of this piece and would like to thank Helen Suicide for doing such a lovely job.  Please read this and pass it around!!  GR

http://suicidegirls.com/news/music/18283/

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Lyrics from "Music to Start a Cult to"
Current mood: relaxed

Gram Rabbit Lyrics

Music to Start a Cult to

 
Dirty Horse-

Now the Devil said come on and walk with me.  I’ll show you some things that you may not ever see.  It’s time that I made myself real clear, and if things are cool we’ll stop off and grab a beer.  OOhhhh…..

Well I never wanted to start any type of fight.  I always wanted to make things just real right.  But Jesus is mad and he’s blaming it all on me.  When the problem is you, it’s very plain to see.  OOhhhh…..

Now the horse out back has got a dirty mind.  And the man on the moon is drinking up all the shine.  The witch on the broom is fixing soon to crash.  But I’ll be around to pick up all the trash.  OOhhhh…..

Jesus said, and the Devil said, the angel said, Kyoti said, the White Rabbit said, the Little Yeti said, and we all said, OOhhhh…..


Cowboy Up-

It’s time to hit the dusty trail.  My horse is all tied up at the old corral.

The desert sun hung in the desert sky.  The smoky cottonwood was dry.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up.  Cowboy-up let’s give it up.

The shadows danced an Apache fire.  Smell the ancient blood of the old empire.

If there’s no time to grab your gun, hit the dusty trail and run, run, run.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Cowboy-up let’s give it up.

Put on your boots and saddle up; rattle snake stew in your whiskey cup. 

If you ever wondered how the west was won.

Kick up the dust and have some fun.

Cowboy-up let’s give it up.  Cowboy-up let’s kick shit up.

 

Kill a Man-

            I see.  I kill.

            I’ll kill a man ‘cause his head is sick.  I’ll kill a man just to say I did.

            I’ll kill a man ‘cause it’s where it’s at.  I’ll kill a man no money back.

            I’ll kill a man ‘cause his back is sore.  I’ll kill a man ‘til there’s man   no more.

            I’ll kill a man just wait in line.

            I’ll kill a man when his back is turned.  I’ll kill a man until man has learned.

            I’ll kill a man and tell man it’s free, got to kill man before it kills me.

            I see. I kill.

            Death is so becoming.  Death will keep us running.  Death will make you happy.

            Death is really your color; it’s the final hour.  Death is so becoming.

            Pull the plug.

 

Disco #2-

            How would you like to come undone; sex creatures dancing in the naked sun.

The Red Queen laughed with fervor and delight.  She stroked my cheek a bit throughout the night.  We danced around knocking down the chairs.

The looking glass was broken on the stairs, like it always was. 

The golden crown was placed upon my head.  Well this is grand is what the lady said.  No one was sure if the crown would stay, but I was sure I was queen for the day, like I always am.

 

Witness-

            Whatcha gonna do with your life?  Whatcha gonna do with yourself?

            When ya gonna make up your mind?  When ya gonna think for yourself?

            If your gonna wish on a star.  Make sure that you leave ‘em your name.

            If that star don’t send no regards.  Then it means you don’t believe.

And if I find myself waiting in a field for you, and you don’t come through.

What do you think I should do?  Wait?  I’ve got better things to do.

            There’s a whole big world waiting for me, it’s all written down in my diary.

            But you’ll never know ‘cause your not here, and that’s okay. 

            I’ll wait, witness.  Wait.  Witness.

            When ya gonna wave your goodbyes?  When ya gonna cross your “t’s”?

            What ‘cha gonna do when you die?  Will you still thinking of me?

 

Land of Jail-

Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake; to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool.  Who always flaunts like he’s hot but acts oh so cool, and he’s not, he’s not. 

Caged birds and vagabonds walk hand and hand but what goes wrong when the vag wants a cage and the bird wants a trail and the land of the free is the land of jail. 

Call me on my cell but its long distance call me in hell you can use 10-10-220 and you’ll save a pretty penny.  And the bird without a face will find safety in the race to the end of the somewhere rainbow.

Why?  I hear you come to me.  I need you here just come to me.  I want you here just come to me.  I’m in jail again.  Bail me out.

 

Lost in Place-

            Open your eyes; make me.  It’s no surprise; shake me.

            Why are we here; nowhere?  This is my life; I’m scared.

            Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause your not that far behind.

            Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause it might not come another time.

            Taking it slow: too fast.  Mystical place: so vast.

            Don’t make me wait; hurry.  Staying up late: early.

            Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause your not that far behind.

            Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause it might not come another time.

 

 

Devil’s Playground-

            Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground.

Up and down bad and good nobody’s living like the way they should anymore; and I need more.

Up and down bad and good nobody’s living like the way they should anymore. There’s got to be more.

Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground.

Lend me a helping hand cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand I’ve got to pray more.  I’ve got to pray more.

Lend me a helping hand cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand I’ve got to pray more.  I’ve got to say more.

Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground.

There’s some men that are starting a war and I feel like we’re knocking on heaven’s door you better let me in; I want to get in.

There’s some men that are starting a war and I feel like we’re knocking on heaven’s door you better let me in; I want to get in.

Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground.

            Where the devils play.

 

Cowboys & Aliens-

            Cowboys and aliens travel through time the wild, wild, west magic saucer ride.

            Round-up, lasso, beam or probe, the eyeless leader is wearing a robe.

            Home on the range or outer space everyone’s breeding for the master race.

            Lick-it-y banana spits getty-up, prehistoric land of the u.f.o.

            Sergeant Martian pepper machine, miracle on 34 galaxies.

It’s time for the dirty horse to take a bath; I’m making some wine from the grapes of wrath.

Cowboys and aliens midget porn; vegetable or animal candy corn; Belgium girls with scientific names playing their sexy reindeer games.

Milky Way’s not just a candy bar, any, any, anymore.

London bridge is falling down, space invaders in every town.

You better watch out cause gonna fall off the humpty dumpty wall.

It’s time for the dirty horse to take a bath; I’m making some wine from the grapes of wrath.

Do you wanna play?  Do you wanna stay?  Do you wanna play?  We are.

 

New Energy-

            I’m tired my hands are tied.  Hardwired my brains are fried.

            I lost myself behind what’s real.  But I found myself and now I feel

            new energy invade my mind; new energy I spend my time, high.

            Been hiding what’s mine to share; lost sight of things while you weren’t there.

            I handed out my soul to kill; but I’m taking it back cause now I feel

            new energy invade my mind; new energy I spend my time, high.

            I’m painting pictures never seen before. Finding answers behind every door.

            Their taking numbers but it can’t be me; cause now I feel the energy.

            Right now I feel the fucking energy.

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