Attack of the 50 poets was the result of three guys sitting around a table at Jay's Diner complaining about never finishing anything. Whether it was the band that was supposed to play wembley stadium, the trip across country where we were going to film the movie about the people we met and the experiences we had. Well anyway, Attack of the 50 ft. poets was the first project we finished and the begining of Premiere Generation Ink.
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Sachin's Bio: Just ask him about football (soccer) and he'll talk your head off for hours about some obscure Cameroonian player to Valderama to Escobar and the ensuing scandal, -eventually digressing to Colombian coffee. Having read works by Dostoyevsky, Sachin has his own interpretations of "Crime and Punishment." After all, it took him twenty-one years to get his hands out of the bulk-food candy section at Wegmans; his sweet-tooth gradually superseded by a taste for the cinema and assorted indie films. He tries his hand at the camera, creating his own take on a piece of the pie. The occasional disk jockey at Brighton High School, Sachin would create an impromptu category of karaoke, injecting falsetto vocals over 1980's metal classics such as Cinderella's "Nobody's fool" & Great White's "Once Bitten Twice Shy." A passionate man by nature, Sachin has been known to lose himself on stage in trance like drumming, and stick up for himself when he feels his rights as an artist have been infringed.
Though a fiercely independent world traveler, Sachin is a family oriented man, never missing a home cooked meal on break from his studies. On New Year's Eve, he'll be dancing out on the town with his buddies and some local honeys; but the following day he always manages to kick off the New Year with his old man, some bloody mary's, and Herb Alpert and the Tijuana brass. sachin@premieregeneration.com Yogesh's Bio: A woman taps him on the shoulder and asks "Are those eyes real?" a question posed at least a million times. He rubs his auburn eyes casually and answers in the affirmative before resuming the conversation with his friend across the table. This man is all about keeping it real. A photo of his behind graces the lobby of a residence hall. What teacher wouldn't hesitate to boot a pupil from her class who claims to have a "monstro" in his "pantalones." One could label him a beat poet in the sense that he plays drums and packs a booming twelve-inch subwoofer in the trunk of his Mazda Protg. Call him a beat poet to his face, and expect to be smacked upside the head.
Get him started on Mafia movies and like some sort of "Rain Man" he can recite Casino in its entirety, by heart - going so far as to grace the Internet assuming the name of Sam Rothstein every now and then. Send him flame-mail at a bad time and he'll crash your account with the dictionary. And if you are a super user at Boston University, then you let him slip through your fingers back in '96.
Next time you see a teal Mazda Protg with a black front fender and the Old Dirty Bastard blaring out the window, you can be sure that it's Old Yog behind the wheel. yogesh@premieregeneration.com John's Bio: If you want to go out at ten o'clock, tell John to be ready at eight thirty and he might be on time, trident in mouth. When you get to the joint it won't take long for the finest girl in the house to shimmy her ass up to him and leave you with a night of dancing with her busted friends.
Perhaps it's because there's a certain distinctive sex appeal exuded by bass players, which other artists can only dream of tapping into. John's one of the finest we've heard; he can charm you with his flamenco, before going all underneath in some slapping bottom- end thrust.
John's more of a prose man than a poet, with works far greater than could be contained in this volume (though he did write the other two bio's). We swear it's pretty good, but you don't have to take our word on it, just ask the Beastie Boys.
It's late, and now you're watching a movie, lounging in the comfort of a leather recliner. To the right there's a half-naked man sprawled out on the couch. That man is John. He's in his home and his element. It won't be long before he excuses himself to bed, leaving you with full reign of pie and tv, under the strict stipulation that you lock the door on your way out. john@premieregeneration.com
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This review is from: Attack of the 50 ft. Poets (Mass Market Paperback)
I had the pleasure of befriending one of the poets featured in Attack of the 50-ft Poets while it was being created, which is how I ended up with a copy. As I was reading Attack ..., I loved each poem more and more. This is a collection of some of the most honest, beautiful poetry. And for those of you who are shocked by it: welcome to reality. 4 am wind may have shocked some parents, but it's the most amazing thing I've read. By the way, I remember whose political agenda is one big conflict of interest.
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