http://calabashmusic.com/New Music From Michael Franti and Spearhead on Calabash Music2008-12-02T12:15:10ZThe Calabash Music Teamsupport@calabashmusic.comYell Fire!http://michaelfranti.calabashmusic.com/#album_780512006-12-12T07:40:55ZMusic from Yell Fire!Franti has created a searing, reflective new album of original songs titled Yell Fire! 14 new songs inspired by the trip to Iraq, Israel and Occupied Territories of Palestine. Recorded in Kingston, Jamaica and Franti’s hometown of San Francisco, California.

“The thing that I found when I was in war zones was that nobody wants to hear songs about war. They want to hear songs about connection to people, and songs about love and life, songs that make them dance.”

- Michael Franti]]>Rock The Nation - CD5http://michaelfranti.calabashmusic.com/#album_927012006-12-12T07:40:55ZMusic from Rock The Nation - CD5]]>Stay Humanhttp://michaelfranti.calabashmusic.com/#album_927072006-12-12T07:40:55ZMusic from Stay HumanThe Album begins... THE CASE OF SISTER FATIMA Every year hundreds of important events go under-reported, or get completely and intentionally ignored by the mainstream media. The case of Sister Fatima is one such case. The fact of the matter is that even within circles of the most aware social justice advocates and underground media journalists, Sister Fatima's name is rarely uttered or discussed. I have not been able to pinpoint exactly why. Over the past thirty years there have been a large number of high profile cases involving African American political prisoners in the United States, that while grossly unreported and biasly slandered still received at least a modicum of media attention. So why is it that the case of this one revolutionary woman has received no media attention? How is it that one Governor could almost single-handedly send to death row a sixty-one year old woman simply as a means to get re-elected? And most shockingly, why is it that the general public has become so desensitized to capital punishment that only a handful of people have even bothered to make themselves aware of the case of Sister Fatima? For those of you who do not know, Sister Fatima was accused and convicted of the 1991 slaying of prominent business couple James and Ellen Buchanan. There was very little physical evidence submitted in the trial, as their bodies have yet to be located and no murder weapon was found. The evidence used to condemn Sister Fatima was the testimony of "eyewitnesses" who claimed to have seen Sister Fatima having an argument with the Buchanans the week of the murder. According to witnesses the nature of the argument was over the lease agreement of the medical marijuana office Sister Fatima ran, which was housed in a building owned by the Buchanans. At a later date, blood was found and an anonymous note was mailed to police officials from someone claiming to have shot and buried the Buchanans. Many now believe Sister Fatima, who had been a police target since the late Sixties because of her outspoken views on racial equality, police violence, environmental issues, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender rights, and the compassionate use of medical marijuana, was framed as a means of silencing her. Since the trial, all six of the "witnesses" have come forward and have completely recanted their testimonies, stating for the record that they had been coerced at the time of interrogation and had never seen Sister Fatima arguing with the Buchanans on any occasion. In spite of the fact that Sister Fatima's case was clearly an organized set-up, and there is now overwhelming evidence to clear her of all charges, neither the Governor's office nor the judicial system will allow her case to be retried. Rather they are intent on executing her as quickly as possible as a means of acquiring votes from a deceived and paranoid public. An innocent woman, only few have heard of, awaits death by lethal injection...why? Oh My God Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, R. Lazo (chorus) Oh-my, oh-my God! out here mama they got us livin' suicide singin' oh-my, oh-my God! out here mama they got us livin' genocide Slam bam I come unseen but like gasoline you can tell I'm in the tank like money in the bank I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send ya reeling without an inklin', keep ya thinkin' 'cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong sellin' firewater but outlawing the bong still believing the system is workin' while half of my people are still outta workin' anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats of judges and juries from 'Frisco to Jersey threats and protests politicians mob debts trumped up charges and phony arrests stage a lethal injection, the night before the election 'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union (chorus) Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope internal lullabies, human cries thumps and silence, the language of violence algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic you can make a life longer, but you can't save it you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it? stealin' DNA samples from the unborn and then you comin' after us 'cause we sampled a James Brown horn? scientists who's God is progress a four-headed sheep is their latest project the CIA runnin' like that Jones from Indiana but they still won't talk about that (Jim) Jones (People's Temple mass suicide) in Guyana This ain't no cartoon no one slips on bananas do you really think that that car killed Diana hell I shot Ronald Reagan, I shot JFK, I slept with Marilyn (Monroe) she sung me happy birthday singin' (chorus) Well politicians got lipstick on the collar the whole media started to holler but I don't give a fuck who they screwin' in private I wanna know who they screwin' in public robbin', cheatin', stealin', white collar criminal McDonald eatin', you deserve a beatin' send you home a weepin', with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend for just about anything they can bust us false advertising sayin' "halls of Justice" you tellin' the youth don't be so violent then you drop bombs on every single continent mandatory minimum sentencin' 'cause he got caught with a pocket fulla medicine do that again another ten up in the pen I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution singin' (chorus) "Solomon's law of an eye for an eye blurs our vision of greatness. Is that how justice got blind?" KRIST NOVOSELIC/ Nirvana Stay Human (All the freaky people) Lyrics: M Franti / Music: M. Franti, C. Young Starvation is a creation of the devil a rebel I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle of the city isolation is a riddle to be surrounded by a million other people but feel alone like a tree in the desert dried up like the skin of a lizard but full of color like the spots of a leopard drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd scratch my itch like a needle on a record full of life like a man gone to Mecca sky high like an eagle up soaring I speak low but I'm like a lion roaring baritone like a Robeson recordin' I'm givin' thanks for bein' human every morning... (chorus) Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap can I hear it once again! Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend every box gotta right to be boomin' because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap can I hear it once again! Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend every flower gotta right to be bloomin'! Stay Human! Be resistant the negativity we keep it at a distance call for backup and I'll give you some assistance like a lifesaver deep in the ocean stay afloat here upon the funky motion rock and roll upon the waves of the season hold your breath and your underwater breathin' To be rhymin' without a real reason is to claim but not to practice a religion if television is the drug of the nation satellite is immaculate reception beaming in they can look and they can listen so you see don't believe in the system to legalize you or give you your freedom you want rights ask 'em, they'll read 'em but every flower gotta right to be bloomin'... stay human... (chorus) All the freaky people make the beauty of the world You see Y2K ya know is a moment in time we find that we can open up a heart that's locked or been broken by the pain of words not spoken or shot by guns a still smokin' Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa or drive by bang in Testarossa we need to heed the words of Dalai Lama or at least the words of yo mama take a mental trip to the Bahamas steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma... (chorus) With the passage of time, the number of executions has increased exponentially in the U.S.A., from one in 1977, to 74 in 1997, to 610 in 1999. I've been against the death penalty since I was a very small child, for one simple reason. What if they've got the wrong person? And what if it happens to be me? Jello Biafra Rock The Nation Lyrics: M. Franti, Radio(Active) / Music: M. Franti, C. Young We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time a painful time, a time where cynicism rots the vine in a time where violence blocks the summer shine lifetimes, go by in a flash in a search for love, in a search for cash everybody wanna be some fat tycoon everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon nobody wanna sing a little bit out of tune or be the backbone of a rebel platoon it's too soon to step out of line you might get laughed at you might get fined but do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday when I see the way my friends gotta slave and never get ahead of bills they gotta pay no way no way! some make a living doing killing Colombian penicillin some are willing to play the villain they just chillin' to pass the time, pass the information or pass the wine pass the buck or pass the baton but you can't pass the police or the pentagon the I.R.S. or the upper echelon I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction (chorus) Bom-Bom, rock the nation take over television and radio station Bom-Bom the truth shall come give the corporation some complication! This is the dawning of our time I say it one more time to emphasize the meaning of my rhyme to rise above all the dirt and grime add the right spice at the right time fuck the constitution are we part of the solution or are we part of the pollution sittin' by and wonderin' why, things ain't the way we like to find them to be, to be for you and for me the people over there and the ones in between check our habitation are we a peace lovin' nation peace lovin' nation I have a reasonable doubt I think I'll just spell it out there's no need to scream or to shout the N.R.A. just bought a man's soul then he jumps up and shouts gun control the government says that killin's a sin unless you kill a murderer with a lethal syringe so I ask again "are we peace lover's then" some of them slang guns when they six years old some of them end up in some six foot hole this whole damn place seems to, lost control so I raise my voice before I lose my soul (chorus) This is the way I'll express my feelings vibe revealed and revolved spinnin on a record y'all try to confiscate take what I communicate with it's ancient gift of the lip steady creating activating passin vocal vibrations to the blind plus the seeing human doesn't mean just being be coming don't believe it just belife it belongings or beloved rehearse it or recite it while shining drop your guns and move your tongues battle motivation in no time lyrics come sometimes fun others run their mouth or away my minds co beaming like an early sunray one day we'll get the picture and all combine less the talking bout mines is mine and become one mind every piece of the puzzle has its place to build the piece of the puzzle called the human race taking it long enough we crush the formal journalistic dyslexic critters talk backwards to rap words I'm sure raising my hands with questions and demands statements and a plan with a map of the land (chorus) Sometimes Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, D. Shul (chorus) Sometimes, I feel like I can do anything and sometimes, I'm so alive sometimes, I feel like I can zoom cross the sky and, sometimes, I wanna cry Most people try to aim to please but a lot a them are kinda weak in the knees learnin' late about the birds and the bees fallin' in love and wanna be set free playin' ball at the age of thirteen everybody's growin up with a dream I never noticed what could happen to me time flies when you're walkin' the streets one minute gotcha holdin' an ace the next minute gotcha fall on yer face a mean city is a nasty place only a rat can win a rat race! peace to the people who be fallin' away to make it home today and peace to the people who be tryin' to find some kinda life (chorus) Sound body and sound of mind sound of the rhythm and sound of the rhyme somebody marchin' all out of time biggest mistakes are the humanest kind judge not, lest you be judged the court room or the billy club blood bubblin' thicker than mud the heart beat rub-a-dub-dub show love and love who you know family wherever you go Tokyo to Acapulco bravissimo, magnifico peace to the people who be losing their head peace to the people who be needin' a bed love to the people who be feelin' alone spreadin' love upon the microphone hope to the people who be feelin' down smile to the people who be wearin' a frown faith to the people who be seekin' the truth y'all all of the time, and I say (chorus) "It doesn't matter what you think of the death penalty in the abstract; in the real world, race and class determines who lives and dies in death penalty cases. So until racism and economic inequality are gotten rid of in America, they should get rid of the racist death penalty, which targets minorities and the poor." TOM MORELLO/ Rage Against the Machine Do Ya Love Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, C. Young So many times, people turn they backs to you 'cause they don't wanna see, what's inside of you 'cause lookin' inside of you they might realize there's something inside of them they might not wanna find But it ain't about who ya love, (who ya love) see it's all about do ya love, (do ya love) (chorus) Well well well well sunshine, and loveliness, ain't nobody feeling no ugliness tonight ain't it fine like sippin' sweet Georgie wine see I'm just chillin' with these friends of mine I ain't tryin'a bother you so why ya gotta bother me what goes on in your bedroom ain't no mess to me you say your God don't like my God 'cause you don't like my friends but your friends tryin' to kill a man and I don't understand 'cause it ain't about who ya love, (who ya love) see it's all about do ya love, (do ya love) (chorus) Ooh one two three say yeah say yeah feels so good to me ooh! and ya one two three, say yeah, say yeah feels so good!!!! I say do it at home or on the street with a drag queen don't matter to me it ain't about sex or having degrees your pedigree don't matter to me about who ya love, (who ya love) see it's all about do ya love, (do ya love) (chorus) "The death penalty sucks. It's absolutely barbaric. It's wrong, period. It's proven not to deter murder, it's racially and socio-economically biased, and it's cruel." AMY RAY/ Indigo Girls Soulshine Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti The world around gotcha down you got high blood pressure people pushin' you around and some wanna tell you how you should behave cut your hair the right way, tell you what to say, hang out with the right folks, become a fashion slave But do you wanna feel free but do you wanna feel freaky and free but do you wanna feel free do you wanna feel free, free, free, freaky and free (chorus) Take ya time unwind ya mind we all need a little soulshine take ya time unwind ya mind we could use a little soulshine 9 to 5, people tryin'a stay alive hard livin' in the city find a diamond in the sewer but the gas bills rise but I got to say to them what's it all mean ya got to take a loan to pay the bill on the phone educated, graduated but you can't get a job But do you wanna feel free but do you wanna feel freaky and free but do you wanna feel free do you wanna feel free, free, free, freaky and free (chorus) "One in 27 people executed are later found to be innocent -- at least two a year. There is no evidence that it is an effective deterrent. And it is twice as expensive to administer the death penalty as it is to offer life without parole." KENNETH COLE/activist & designer Every Single Soul Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, C. Young, D. Shul, R. Lazo, R. Quintana (chorus) No matter where I roam whoa-oh I know every single soul is a poem written on the back of God's hand Ya see Moms and Pops be copulatin' plantin' seeds and pickin' weeds for another season another reason for livin' another reason for givin' another reason for lovin' and tryin'a stay out of prison 'cause everything in life can't be nice and everything you want can't be got but the lessons on being patient be causing the pressure to rise and make some people suicidal Oh no! another soul, has lost control we pull him back into the fold he got strung out on the material all the superficial initials upon his clothes they make me wanna go Sprewell every time I see my family locked in jail uh-huh, the economic can be demonical oh! keep love in your soul (chorus) Ya see people are so beautiful in love that's why I'm reminded of life's precious moments every time I see lovers walkin' by in the park close my eyes and I stop reminisce to see a little baby suckin' on his mama's milk-ey silky smoothness of a lovin' caress holdin' baby to breast and blessin' the world with another to test, test, test oh-yes, oh-yes Bom-bom! I'd like to sing a little song dedicated to the people who would like to sing along 'cause every little song has little beats and notes like every little lake has little trees and boats all people deserve a safe and warm home 'cause every single soul is a poem (chorus) Right from the start in a world torn apart a baby's love leaves finger prints upon the heart so many think it, but never say it "why bring a child to this planet full of hatred?" they might not make it like the youngest departed or worst of all they might become a part of it involved in it, perpetuating violence, violence and growin' up in silence... seein' things they don't know how to deal with and learnin' ways, to try to cope with it, cope with it, cope with it.....and not lose hope. (chorus) "I really hope that the USA will soon ban the death penalty so that they can be an example for the rest of the world and so that they will be leaders not just in economy and in democracy but also in the respect of the human life and in the quality of the human life." LORENZO JOVANOTTI/ Italian Hip Hop artist Love’ll Set You Free Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, D. Shul, C. Young Seems like everyday gets a little bit longer seems like yesterday I was a little bit stronger but there ain't nothin' nothin' I can do but to hold my ground try not to come unwound don't wanna be let down but it ain't easy, no! it ain't easy doin' hard time for somebody else's crime (chorus) Hate is what got me here but I know that love sweet love is gonna set me free all the hatred in the world is what got me here today but I know that love is gonna set me free Man I been away for so long now I ain't seen no daylight for God knows how long now I come out fightin' when I hear that bell ring I always hear my name but I'd love to feel the rain come down one mo time wash away my pain love like a hurricane (chorus) "Questions about capital punishment often tend to revolve around tangential issues - whether, for example, death should be painful or not. So that now, death by lethal injection is represented as the best, least painful, and thus most humane death. This doesn't [confront] the real issue, which is whether there is not something profoundly wrong with giving the state the right to kill. No method of state death can eradicate the fact that capital punishment is racist and class-biased." ANGELA DAVIS/ prison industrial complex activist Thank You Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, C. Young, D. Shul, R. Lazo When I was a younger man people say don't dream to tall 'cause if you live your life that way you set yourself up for big falls I stay up late in my room at night play my heroes on the turntable opened me to pure phat groove help my soul break down them walls (chorus) I thank you I thank you for all the music that you've shown to me I thank you 'cause you set me free free to simply just be me You don't know all the influence the subtle positives that you had on me came about like a renaissance like a little happy dance got into my feet but in your time the roads you chose led you to your hard luck blues I always feared what it was like to live inside your big old shoes (chorus) Do ya love music? "I Do!!!" Do ya love music? "I Do!!!" "In order to stop murderers from murdering, you must execute the mentality that causes murderers to murder. Down with this rotten-assed system. The death penalty is dead wrong." PAM AFRICA/ MOVE We Don’t Mind Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti, R. Lazo (chorus) We don't mind see we been doin' it all the time but if you want us to sacrifice you will not get it without a price we don't mind see we been doin' it all the time but if you want us to sacrifice you gotta give something back to life You think I'm vulnerable to your pressure tactics because I shed a tear, 'cause I shed a tear you think I'm vulnerable to your violence just 'cause I'm sittin' here but my babies came into this world without a single fear, say they had no fear 'cause the seven generations before me they all fought to get us here (chorus) You can't just come in here like that no more and snatch up our childhood you can't just walk on up and replace it yo, with your Hollywood but I see now how all of the words I say you'll take and misconstrue and I'm prepared now to suffer the penalties for speakin' the truth and I speak the truth when I say (chorus) People if you hear me now I wantcha to say naa, na-naa, na-naa, naah people if you hear me now I wantcha to say naa, na-naa, na-naa, naah Over sixty nine people have been released from death row since 1972 as a result of being wrongly convicted... ...that is more than one wrongly convicted person for every hundred people on death row Speaking Of Tongues Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti (chorus) You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside 'cause you're Daddy's little superstar, and you're Mama's little butterfly Fly high... A strange strange litany of verses and reverses ad-libs and rehearses clouds burst and words cursed an argument breaks out it's one we've all heard before, it's boring had us all snoring from the first line one after another chimed in perfect time tired rehashes of petty cashes and mismatches you shoulda coulda's and "why didn'tcha dida's" crippling snippets aimed at the heart to inflame and impart blame framed like Mumia verbal diarrhea spasms creating chasms between the souls of two or two billion nations torn apart, station to station damnation, with much deliberation and very little consideration to the return on the damage from the altercation, collateral condemnation, then denyin' like colorization of an old black and white create a revision of the recent last night the fight that started with two words "I'm right" (chorus) But of course the fight ends with no resolution merely a vow for retribution, substitution, execution, electrocution ruthless, toothless, and truthless mumbling through page after page of excuses abuses of the gift of gab Gabriel the trumpeter bestowed upon us a voice with a choice, and a tongue kept moist by years of salivating for oysters...pearls and aphrodisiacs locked in an ugly shell always too chewy and gooey so they get swallowed whole, but a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for greed or the decipherer of feed, a tongue is for washing fur or for licking wounds or for welcoming newcomers into a room, or cleansing those fresh from the womb without a tongue there'd be no croons, swoons, Junes under the moon, no bees pollinating no flowers to bloom, no recitation of words at the foot of a tomb or wills read allowed of the family heirlooms you probably couldn't even blow up a balloon, and that would be a shame, because to exhale's the name of the game exhale from the heart, not from the lungs speak from the heart , not from the tongue (chorus) Listening is understanding and finding compassion, love is the action of soul satisfaction a tongue can make wishes and also fine kisses taste a sweet cake and also cast disses but nothing compares to the voice from within, without it we might just be mannequins, up to no darn good shenanigans learn to be skillful movers of the stones that block the heart and turn humans to clones learn to forgive, set free the bones, touch with your flesh, take off the rubber gloves love like your life depends on it because it does!!!!!! (chorus) "What is the death penalty? It's a lot of things. It's when we turn the justice system into a criminal. It's becoming a monster. It's not right; it's not smart." Bono/ U2 The average murder rate per 100,000 population in 1997 among death penalty states was 6.6; the average murder rate among non-death penalty states was only 3.5 Listener Supported Lyrics: M. Franti, M. Daulne / Music: M. Franti Six foot six above sea level I grab the mic because I like to take you to anotha mental level low power frequency radio modulation the big sound from underground anotha pirate station we bring the truth to places truth is never heard before we bring the sound communication of our tribal war dark vision fly by helicopters in the night attempt triangulation of our station in the fight straight from the bass the deep down low precision high crime treason we broadcastin' sedission like the wall street mornin' afternoon edition commandeering airwaves from unknown positions (chorus) Live and direct we comin' never pre-recorded with information that will never be reported disregard the mainstream media distorted whoop! whoop! we comin' listener supported Don't take no prisoners if you can't afford to feed none don't start no fights if you cannot predict the outcome don't make donations where you cannot get your dough back fuck the apathetic bullshittas send 'em all your prozac I will not climb into your telephone tree and "hell no you can't put me on hold!!!" it's the same recorded message you been singin' all along keep handin' us the bible while you walkin' off with all the gold the bureaucratic office sends you merry-go-rounding while the KKK police the streets by blood hounding interest on the credit card just keeps on compounding but the FCC can neva shut this pirate sound down (chorus) In 1995, prison building expenditures jumped by $926 million while university construction dropped by $954 million. Skin On The Drum Lyrics: M. Franti / Music: M. Franti I was born botanical the soul of an animal deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots, no need for mechanical I come strictly organical when I need to feast, I look to the East that's why I'm never scared of the beast even though they try to prey upon me I'm protected by the one always greater than me so now I reveal to thee because you wanna see the contour of my mystery the strength of my arches the color of my conscience and the way that I process my diction some fact some fiction some mystery and some future fantasy I'm the trunk that holds the branches the leaves who do the dances my flowers romantic my love gigantic from Africa, transplanted transatlantic in the heat of the sun I bring shade for everyone like the beat on the one I'm the skin on the drum (chorus) I keep on living with the fullness of the one like the heat of the sun or the skin on the drum I'm fully marinated and now I'm ready for the fire so you can fire one!!!! fire one!!! fire two....!!! See I been fully marinated and now I'm ready for the fire see I'm beginning to perspire from deep within to the skin yo, the feminine and the masculine the pieces of the puzzle see me reflections in the puddle after the storm the purple of the sky brings to mind another time when we resided below the water line life was fine there human, divine but in the years following evil men came, swallowing everything in sight some learned to run, some stayed to fight I kneeled at the tomb of the soldier said I would love to behold her the magic in store there she touched me on the shoulder she said,"in time all is revealed, Box of light be unsealed... ...now listen to me son, be like the skin on the drum." (chorus) And as all the pepper gas clears and police and protesters go home just as the morning dew, are tear drops of the night, my emotions are always there for you and will never leave you dry...Bless.... "What justifies anybody taking another's life today? What you have is a whole system of people thinking they have the upper hand on death and nobody really does." Chuck D/ Public Enemy Although the story of Sister Fatima is fictitious, it is based on the horrific reality of our time. Stay Human, Michael Franti the sugar shack, sf, ca. Produced by Michael Franti Spearhead: Michael Franti: Vocals, Programming, Guitars Carl Young: Bass, Keys, Flute, Sax Dave Shul: Guitars Roberto Quintana: Drums, Percussion Additional Musicians: Ramon Lazo: Keyboards, Fender Rhodes Mary Harris: Background vocals Vocals on “Listener Supported” featuring Zap Mama. Zap Mama appears courtesy of Virgin Records Belgium Radio(Active): Vocals (track 5) Josh Klor: Background vocals (track 10) Caitlin Cornwall: Background vocals (track 13) Tanya Saw: Vocals (track 20) Al Marshal: Drums (tracks 1, 5, 7, 11 and 13) Troy Lampkins: DJ Cuts (tracks 11 and 16) Jay Lane: Drums (track 16) Victor Castro: Trombone Gordon Ramos: Saxophone Bob Crawford: Keyboards (track 10) Strings arranged by Randy Miller Violins: Evan Price Cecily Ward Tom Stone Sarah Knutson Ann Gregg Cellos: Jennifer Kloetzel Sigrid Anderson Background vocals arranged by Mary Harris on "Every Single Soul" and "Thank You" Radio Voices: Nazelah Jamison: The Nubian Poetess Woody Harrelson: Gov. Franklin Shane Kiilu Nyasha: Sister Fatima Ano’i: Supportive caller Carl Young: Brother Jilaal and Brother Soulshine as himself Recorded at The Sugar Shack, San Francisco, CA. Engineered by Michael Franti Assistant Engineers: Josh Klor and Todd Garrison Mixed by Mark Willsher Except songs 5, 10 and 18 mixed by Michael Franti Mastered at Classic Sound Inc., NYC, by Scott Hull Edited by Paul Stubblebine at Stubblebine Mastering, SF, CA. Additional production: D.J. Choco, drum programming (track 18) Additional mix equipment provided by Dave Denny and Stephen Jarvis Audio Consulting Services, SF, CA. Graphic design by Wonder Knack, www.wonderknack.com Front cover photography by Tara Franti-Rye Other photography by Wonder Knack & Tara Franti-Rye Web design: Fred Knack, www.knackimaging.com WEB: www.spearheadvibrations.com E-mail: stayhuman@spearheadvibrations.com Tour Manager: Albert "Papa Pretty" Cooke Management: Catherine Enny/Guerrilla Management, 3470 19th St., San Francisco, CA. 94110 USA CP 2001/Boo Boo Wax. All lyrics written by Michael Franti, except; song 5 written by M. Franti and W. Farguheson, and song 20 written by M. Franti and M. Daulne Frantic Soulutions/Universal Music/ASCAP Carl Young/c-ya-later-sounds/BMI Dave Shul/ShulD Music/BMI Roberto Quintana/RobertoQ Music/BMI Ramon Lazo/Ramon Lazo Music/ASCAP Marie Daulne/Kesia Editions Scrl/SABAM Radio(Active)/the world of hitropolitz/ASCAP Legal: Nathan “All Nation” James/Seifer, Murken, Despina & James, SF, CA. US Booking: Cara Lewis/William Morris Agency, NYC Europe Booking: Paul Buck/The Agency Group, UK Special thanks: Tara, Cappy and Ade’, The Frantis, Mieko Rye, The Ryes, Selma, Ernesto and Jossi Comodo, The Cookes, Carl's entire family, Anabel Ibañez & family, Eli & Natalia Shul and family, Andy & Tina Shul, R. J. & Jackie Quintana, Mike D., Mark Pistel, Josh Klor, The Harrelsons, Nathan James, Todd Garrison, Alicia Guzman, Arno Ghelfi, Tracie de Angelis, Marco & the whole Baobab Posse, Suemyra Shah, Gina Gallo, Inia Taylor, George Nuku, Tame Iti, Lili Tuwai, Tina McKenzie, D.L.T., Katy J., Monica & Roberto at Soleluna, Willow and Rosalie, MagmaVox, Dan Merkle, Bob Siegel, Tony Moses, Timothy White, Tony Perez, Happy Sanchez, Keith Hollar, Sylvie LeMer, Dave Denny, Robert Preston, Roanna Gillespie, Rene Ameling, Judd & Nikki Schwartz, Pete Jenner, John Baldi, Ty Braswell, Julia Butterfly, Todd McCormick, Cara Lewis, Davey D., Francesco Fazio, Donna Caseine, Weyland Southon, KPFA, WBAI, Hard Knock Radio, MOBE, Vent Noir Music, Modulus Guitars, Wayne Jones Amplification, Larrivée Guitars, Dean Markley Strings, Remo, D.J. Yohai, Cougar Rainbow and the whole "stay human & 911" tour family. michael franti]]>