Holy! Reunion and screening of FRESH on OCTOBER 3RD!

We will be showing the film FRESH at the Franklin House on October 3rd. All are welcome to join us in the back yard for an outdoor showing of this super informative and inspirational film about farmers who strive to give back more to the earth than they take from it. Monsanto haters and earth lovers alike will love this film!



There is a potluck starting around 7:30, depending on when the Webster University Get The Folk UP! Fest is over.Holy!Holy!Holy! is reuniting and the Folk Fest at Webster is set to be our first show back! Also playing that show is David Rovics, Al Baker and The Garden Plot Jackals (holy members new hip hop project). After the show at Webster, let's all go back to the Franklin House for a potluck and film. Please try to push yourself to bring a small dish made of locally grown foods, or perhaps just grab a couple of veggies from your garden or some fruit from a neighbors fruit tree and potluck the ingredients for a great salad or stir-fry!



FRESH the movie | Screenings

Franklin House Presents....

Brook Pridemore
(listen)
and
Vikesh Kapoor
(listen)

TONIGHT!!!
WED. JUNE 3RD

@ Picasso's Coffeehouse
101 N. Main St.
St. Charles, MO 63301

636-925-2911

7-9pm

donations appreciated!!

Conspiracy Theory Rock! (brought to you by NBC)

Conspiracy Theory Rock

Our first "review"...

we found this blog post from someone who saw our Living Theatre show in NY:

"At the end of the night this really terrific band played. They are a family-by-choice who live together, play music together, and travel around in a big blue church bus. They are called Holy Holy Holy. If they perform in your neck of the woods, go see em. They put on an excellent show: a little bit gypsy, a lot bit punk, a little bit poetry, a lot bit passion, mixed with some naked dancing and a tolerance for everyone's own personal experience of anarchy. Way to fucking go. We talked to them for quite a while after the show and lucky for me, wearing short sleeves and a puffy vest in the cold, rainy night, I traded some gas money in exchange for one of their thrift store screen print long sleeved tshirts so the ride over the bridge was not nearly as painful."

Friday Night at Spice 12 Bistro in St Charles

Come on out and get a hookah, some food and enjoy some good music!

Really Really Free Market Photos

some of the first photos i found floating around the net from our East coast tour.

More art from Rikshaw.

Mehanata Bar this Thursday and more

Hey all, sow e are off again, playing at the Empty Glass in Charleston West Virginia on Wednesday night with a rad hip hop group, Rabble Rousers. Then onto New York for Thursday night at the Mehanata Bar in Manhattan's Lower East Side on Ludlow St.

then two nights at the NYC Anarchist Book Fair at the Living Theatre. Hope to see you all there!!!

Holy! photos from New York

check out holy!holy!holy! photos from the Really Really Free Market and the Brooklyn 302 Show by David "Fleece Beast" Acevedo

Fuck Shit Up Tour

A Holy! journey across the country in one direction.
The time of my life.
Spent from exhaustion, but the best kind of exhaustion I have ever felt.
We played shows at a college in Pittsburgh, a loft in Brooklyn, a free market in Manhattan, a collective in Boston, , a club in Manhattan, a collective venue in Dayton, and a vintage clothing store in Columbia, Misery.
We played music with anarchists, poets, jam bands, a solo singer of old workers' songs, hipsters, a two man pop group, a two man folk group, college kids with tiny, tiny instruments, a solo guitarist, a folk harmony group from texas and our ambient instrumental comrades.
on a bus full of writers, no one could write very often. too busy living.
we fought, barely, and only over the good stuff, like leaving someone at a gas station in Pennsylvania.
and made up quickly, too far in love to stay upset.
We met amazing people at all stops, almost exclusively amazing people, except the hipster wanna-be punks who stole from us and cut our PA in New York.
We faced adversity (see above) and still came out with the trip of a lifetime.
We drove long hours and enjoyed dialogue which I cannot even try to translate to a blog post.
We got naked and danced, quit smoking, went vegan, stayed in bed all day, got drunk, got sober, cooked meals for one another, slept in various arrangements, took group showers, laughed with each other, told offensive jokes, and took so many more actions reclaiming our lives.


We fucked shit up, and did it all for love.
literally.

nothing but love in the revolution of consciousness,
Holy!

Our belly dancer, Scarlette, flew in from Vegas to New York, and has since decided to come back with us to stay.

NYC Anarchist Book Fair @ the Living Theatre

So, we were so kindly asked to play at the Anarchist Book Fair this April 10th and 11th in New York City, at the legendary Living Theatre. We said...FUCKING CIRCLE A RIGHT!!!
But, we need to find some other shows on the way to help get us to new york as we have no money and need to put gas in that bus. If you have any ideas, please let us know. If you can donate to us, we will put in a good word with the big lady upstairs for you. We need an Ohio show on the 8th and a Pennsylvania show on the 9th. Hook Shit UP!

11 Days Till take OFF!

So we are under two weeks until we release the new CD, If I Can't Revolt, It's Not My Dance, and we are all very excited about it. This is something we have worked very hard to create together, and suffered some trials along the way, but the music is well worth it, in my opinion. These songs all have a force of their own, with messages we feel are important, and music that is creative and joyous and ready to fuck shit up in a world that seems to praise the negative and worthlessness that we see and hear in media all around us. Joy is a weapon.

We leave out for a trip to the east coast, where we will be playing for radical groups and with radical musicians at every stop. From Students for Justice In Palestine in Pittsburgh, who have been labeled as anti-semitic by pro-Israel student groups and thus had their organization tagged by their school and had funding cut, despite the fact that Palestinians are Semitic peoples too, and in negation of the mission of the group...JUSTICE. We will bring our music and our love to them. Then onto Brooklyn where two very different radical bands will be performing with us, the first being a nod to folk music and storytelling, with strong political and social messages, The Last Internationale, and the second being hip-hop dissidents and cop fighters, The Rebel Diaz Arts Collective. There will be poets galore that night and, thoguh the heavens may fall, we will dodge cloud droppings and sing like gods, all of us that night. Good riddance Jericho, your walls are about to crack.

We move onto Boston, where we will have time with Noam Chomsky, one of the great thinkers of our time, as well as being the most prolific writer on every aspect of the Empire, and that night we play at the Eliconia House, a collective that we are very excited about meeting and playing with. Back to NY with the students who showed us what democracy is when they took over their schools to denounce the spending and profiting practice of their administrators in true anarchistic fashion this winter.

We have a couple of dates open after that, on Wednesday and Thursday, that we hope to fill before we head to Dayton Ohio, to play the Dirt Collective. The DDC is a radical music venue, run by the kids, where we had a great time last year and really look forward to fucking shit up again this year. Then back to Misery in Columbia where the anarchists took the streets in December and even blockaded the pig sty with beautiful chants and drumming and showed the midwest that yes, these are in fact, our streets.

Then we return to St. Louis to play at the Get Born Reading at Duff's in the Central West End. These poets are alive, truly and I love that we get to share that fire with them. Burn Burn Burn! said the saint kerouac and that is what we shall do!

In the meantime, download our songs from the soundclick link on the left. If you feel so inclined to donate to us, click the black ribbon of mutual aid and add to our paypal account. If you want to show us support in other ways, email us at franklinhousecollective@gmail.com and send us some love in a message.

We will see you soon world, and how!

Come Fuck Shit Up with us and Harlot Bride!

At Black Bear Bakery, Thursday March 26th, 2009, 7:00 PM. BBB is at 2639 Cherokee St. In South City St. Louis. Thanks to the All Along Press Badasses for all their help with the design and printing of the posters. We will see you there with our New CD ep If I Can't Revolt, It's Not My Dance. Then, it is off on tour that night where we get to play with great bands like The Last Internationale, Rebel Diaz, and for great groups like Students for Justice In Palestine and even get to hang out with Noam Chomsky for a day. YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!

art by rikshaw

holy fliers! rikshaw made us art!

exact definition of this poster:

missouri bleeds money as the specter of a businessman dreams up an orgy on an end-time prophetic ministry bus trip in his mind.

this is our revolution

for a first entry I can start with what brought me here. life. my life. and the reclaiming that comes with being born in the west. my anti-capital, anti-consumerist mind had been dwelling in classrooms for far too long, and I wrote a first poem in May 2008. my mind became consumed not with (things), or image, but rather with the art of life. so not so slowly, but everso surely, I drew my attention towards what plagues this world, and shortly thereafter, what could be done about it. as a political science major always sitting in the back of the classroom, waiting for my upper (there is no middle) class peers to slip down the slope of americanist ideals, so I could pounce on the chance to be right, I found myself drawn to Black Studies. Took a course with an old friend and fell in love with the Black Panthers on spring days stuck inside institutions strung out on prescription medication, rather than being out in the thick of it living. school was just never enough, so I moved back home and poetry began to spill out on pages, with one of those fist journal entries being, "onwards to Portland", well before I met any of the people I would later fall in love with and move to that very city with on a church bus I would spend a book's worth of time and effort getting home, if I were smart enough to write books. Sometime during summer, I traded my mini-fridge, a last of the possessions I still had from those beer drinking, pill-popping times in Columbia, Missouri for a bass guitar, one I would let sit in an ex-band mates dorm room for 5 months before reclaiming it. I rapped in the band. I met Sean, the drunk-poety type poet, at the Franklin House, around the end of summer, and we been caught reading and writing together ever since. Months later and I live in that house, with most of the loves of my life, turned onto ideas and more importantly actions I used to only read about in Abbie Hoffman books as a teenager. We've enjoyed protests, trips, shows and even arrests together, all as some kids who just want their lives back from this casino*town/saint loser crap of a culture.
A soon-to-be published poet now, I play bass in a band called Holy!Holy!Holy! and we're going on 2 tours across the country in that church bus, our own end-time prophetic ministry. Carnivale, of sorts. I work 2 jobs to help support this habit of playing my favorite music with my favorite friends wherever we damn well please, which for those who know me, is enough to both drive me mad and put a smile on my face. I dropped out of school, officially, for the time being, time being the constant enemy of my dreams. I rarely make sense to most others, my actions a recurring hallucination to people who have seen me rapping naked at bars or stripping at local poetry slams. I love to dance, and this music is built for kids to lose their minds dancing to. Killing our pasts with every waking breath we take, but never forgetting those who have shown us what they've shown us. Our history says now! and there are no greater people I could dream of to share the roads with this spring and summer, including the people I have never met before with whom communities will be built, as we lose ourselves in days of war and nights of love. This would be a battle of good versus evil if I believed in dichotomy. so e-mail us, leave us comments on blogs or voicemails on telephones, talk conspiracy theories with me (I am open to all), come out to shows, download this revolution to ya ipods, but also become vagabonds lost in IS. come out and dance, not like monkeys for the corporatocracy, but like human beings, screaming at the top of lungs:
I AM ALIVE!.
holy! is the eternal isness,
jake (as fuck)

letter in the form of a manifesto, manifesto in the form of a letter: version 1.

....as to what gets my blood pumping, well: writing, art, and life, and a bit of reading thrown in there too for good measure, i used to be a complete bookworm but have since come out of the closet and into the light...anyways it seems almost silly for me to separate these subjects as they seem so well engrained together for me at this point. writing is art is life is life is art is writing is is and so on. i like to get caught up in some metaphysical bullshit once in a while. i used to seriously contemplate whether or not i was a buddhist and decided that i could never be any sort of religion but that there must be some sort of essential unity within the life process and i find both a lot of fields of science and a lot of forms of advanced spirituality concur with me on this one. i dont mean this in any new-age freakish sense of the word but merely that life is a tapestry and we are all held together by intertwining threads. or something like that. strangely enough its this quest for a more pure form of being that finally lead me into being somewhat of an activist. i always considered myself a free thinker and a bit arrogantly presupposed that this alleviated any sense of social responsibility. i knew war was wrong the government was evil and all that and my mind operated as such that i could free myself from these evil impositions any time that i wanted.turns out i was wrong.
the political struggle is the most real of all and it is the hardest fought. there are 1.3 million dead iraqi civilians b/c of our government's recurring habit of conquest and genocide, yet the best of us still sleep at night. what the fuck is going on? the only alternative, i am realizing more and more, is a type of beautiful creative desperation. we are born to a special type of slavery the moment we are slapped with a birth certificate and condemned to be citizens in this home of the slave. everyday human communication is reduced to utter and total mind control. it is in the midst of this context that i find myself growing and melding more and more as an artist and a flat-out anti-authoritarian. i sometimes get content as an artist but as an activist and general human being i always feel the need to do more, and i think this is the proper way to be, always growing, where evolution could take us if we focused on positivity, alas, we don't at the moment and the voices of the dispossessed are growing frustrated and gasping from being so close to strangulation...good pure free art then, as the closest we can get to purity is the best form of resistance i have and what i choose to spend that last gasp on.

Zapatista Anthem

In 1994, on January 1st, the world was introduced to two new movements. The first being that of globalization, a neo-liberal idea of free market economy that rivals that of their conterparts (not counter points, rather those who work in collusion from the other side of the face) on the right. Massive corporate take-overs of public land, the commons, and private agricultural land and resources were taking place the world over, one land of which was Mexico. With the Bush senior written/Clinton endorsed NAFTA, Mexico was being treated as a new frontier for business, an undiscovered land, despite the millions of people who have lived there since before white men came and destroyed all they could. Agriculture means more than the production of food for these indigenous people, it is their life base, the birth place of their stories, of their culture. It was up for sale to the highest of the low bidders with american business licenses.
The second, and much more notable movement to be born, was that of the EZLN, Ejército Zapatista de Liberación Nacional, or The Zapatistas. I was 15 years old, living in southern arizona, going to school and punk shows. I remember clearly the feeling we all had when reports came through underground zines and touring bands about this anarchist band of farmers, armed with guns, pitchforks and ski masks, taking back their lives and demanding true democratic action. It was both invigorating and harrowing. It was exciting to know that somewhere, somehow, the people are standing up and fighting for their lives, in the name of love of the land, not of the country, and it was dually disheartening to go to school each day and to a show every weekend, being surrounded by fascist cops and greed driven school administrators, and to take it all sitting down. The next year, I left school, and learned something about life. The zapatistas have been instrumental in my growth and understanding of necessity over ideology. This is their song, we are merely the tellers of their tale, but one day will be true comrades in the battle against those who wish to control us.



Zapatista Anthem
Ya se mira el horizonte
combatiente zapatista
el cambio marcará
a los que vienen atrás

Vamos Vamos Vamos Vamos Adelante
Para que salgamos en la Lucha Avante
Porque Nuestra Patria grita y necesita
De todo el Esfuerzo de los Zapatistas

Hombres, niños y mujeres
el esfuerzo siempre haremos
campesinos y obreros
todos juntos con el pueblo

(Se repite el coro/repeat chorus)

Nuestro pueblo exige ya
acabar la explotacion
nuestra historia dice ya
lucha de liberación

(Se termina con el coro/finish with chorus)


Now we can see the horizon
- Zapatista combatant -
The change will mark
Those who come after us.


CHORUS:
Forward, forward, forward we go
To take part in the struggle ahead
Because our country cries out for
All of the efforts of the Zapatistas

Men, children and women
We will always make the effort
Peasants and workers
All together with the people.
CHORUS
Our people demand an end
To exploitation, now!
Our history says... now!
To the struggle for freedom.

Fuck Shit Up!