Rebel Houston

Rebel Houston (Snaps fingers) Acoustic Digital Hybrid... a breath, a fusion. So, what lurks beyond jazz funk, huh?/ Thinkin' big time, are you? Do you dig? Can you feel it as you pursue your passion for this jazz thing/ The inventive spirit of Rebel Houston burns, A saxophone supernova, learning, turning. Always into what's NEXT,/ not what's been. Right now, he's wrangling angles, Melodic patterns jagged and electric, Acid Jazz funk bleeding into Afro bebop./ Man, this cat... this cat is the vibe. The pulse. The current. Houston keeps step, Step, step, steppin', Into the Motherland, the source of love and hope, forged in sound,/ Blown through his tenor horn, a shimmering prayer. Meditation on the struggle of mankind, Aches in his fingertips, screams from the bell,/ Arranged, composed, a jazz logic unfolding, Melodic construction, harmony shaped anew./ This isn't just noise, it's jazz music architecture. It's the blueprint for the soul. New jazz funk, carved from the digital dawn, infused with ancestral fire./ So, are you hip? Are you listening? This ain't just music, it's a revolution. It's Rebel Houston, And it's happening… NOW. (Another snap)