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EVOLUTION

About Me

Evolution was born April 20, 1978 in the Parkside section of Camden NJ. As a little girl, Evolution was forced to practice the piano and violin by her parents, because they recognized her ear and talent for music. Raised behind the scenes of a gospel singing family, music has always been a part of her life. She credits her affiliation to hip hop to the great Langston Hughes because in the lonely atmosphere of the only child syndrome, it was the rhythm of his poetry that she spoke aloud by memory when alone in her room. Her style is similiar to none. Whether dealing with the residue of love, or attacking PASSIVE NEGROES, her voice is impossible to ignore. She speaks in the rythm of the ancestors, as she refuses absorb the POST TRAUMATIC STRESS of slavery. Although Evolution is known mostly for her poetry, she often displays her mucical talent through production and songwriting. She first performed after witnessing A TOUCH OF R.E.A.L.L.I.T.Y perform in 96. She began on open mics at GROOVE DROPS in Newark NJ and it was sometime in 2001 after the legendery KEITH ROACH saw her perform at club 113, where she placed 3rd out of thousands of poets auditioning for HBO's DEF POETRY, that he recommended her for the Nuyorican Slam. In 2002, she became a NuYorican Slam finalist and since then has toured such colleges as Ramapo, Seton Hall, Colgate, Bard, Skidmore, Pace, Bryn mawr, Rutgers, just to name a few. Today, Evolution concentrates not only on her poetry but her music and in 2006 she wrote and produced her first album NOITULOVE. Long Story Short, Evolution is a singer, songwriter, poet that believes strongly in Pan Africanism...her dream is a people bound together by their affiliation to the mother land. A people that can not be seperated through their own realization of that fact.

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Member Since: 21/02/2007
Band Website: www.rockypresents.com
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Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

PARDON THE SURFACE

I wrote the poem while ashing my cigarette into this empty glass of water...I could of been cleansed.I thought about what occurs when children breath beneath the slaughter and hummed to myself...I cou...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:50:00 GMT

A PLEA FOR LUZ

A local, talented poet and a good friend of mine was standing outside of his house this past memorial day weekend speaking to a young lady who was inside of her car at the time. He was approached by ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:33:00 GMT

HEAVEN (MOM MOM)

Besides the summer spin on someones spring wind in moral velocity thoughts become them. Thoughts become friends to lonely souls blending beneath a heart open enough to greet summer gone blends. I thou...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 19:12:00 GMT

NO PEACE FOR THE 3 BEAT DOWN BY PHILLY COPS

I do not want peace tonightI want fossil built spears and welfare pandemonium.... Icons of rage and blood diamond kidney stones passing through a freshly ripped jail hole made by the rage of midnight...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 22:16:00 GMT

no peace for s.bell

I do not want peace tonight. I want to fight each uniformic stereotype......i want to split open skulls with the conglomerate fossils of former section eight condeminiums freshly built over a twelve ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:00:00 GMT

Lemon Syrup

We all have people in our lives that can’t think for themselves. Literally incapable but yet free to make decisions for their own and sometimes other peoples lives. If your anything like me, y...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 22:50:00 GMT

A POETS POEM

Hunt me downmore underground then mountains beneath usthey've searched and they've seen us before we were creators.Leave me no later then tomorrow or i'll drown in my sorrows and you can sendme those ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 07:35:00 GMT

AFTER 3 DECADES.......... 4/20

BEFORE I TURN THIRTYListen,I do notam notor think that i ever will be that bitch that rest her bare thighs beneath the tingle of almost burning sand watching my hands plant 30 second fossils beside th...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 19:12:00 GMT

10, 9, 8.....

And nowthat there aint a thought pattern that could maintain a frame behind what's focused.and nowthat there aint a truth that can alleviate the pain so that i can break the hate from the potent........
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:19:00 GMT

MOTION

And it movesthe same way the arms do of a dancer.Seriously, like full moons in summer.....something like cancerand I don't care if i don't see tomorrow. I keeps it movin'whatevers left of yesterday y...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:10:00 GMT