Gill Sotu

Gill Sotu

 San Diego, California, USA
BandR&BSpoken Word

Gill Sotu transcends the power of spoken word through music. As a one-man show, he combines his piano skills with soul, hip-hop, and folky ballads with words that are uplifting and comtemplative. Through laughter and tears, Gill brings his audiences on a soulful journey in the spirit of America.

Biography

Sometimes poetic, sometimes soul, sometimes hip-hop, sometimes comedic, and always from the heart, Gill Sotu is the master of connection. He has been engaging audiences throughout southern California as a performer for over four years. Whether he is performing poetry or singing with band the one thing that stays consistent is his passion.

Sotu holds a number of titles, including Los Angeles Green Grand Slam Poetry Champion (2007), Ventura County Grand Slam Champion (2006), semi-finalist of the National Slam representing the San Diego Slam Team (2008), and three-time winner of Borders Books Annual Poetry Slam. Additionally, his debut album “Elephant Heart” was nominated for five Mavric Independent Music Awards, including Hip-Hop Album of the Year (2008).

In crafting his art over the years, Sotu has found a synergy between the competitiveness of slam poetry and the unifying aspect of open mic forums. His sophomore release "Flawed American Male" highlights this synergy through a unique blend of polished performances and collaborations with high caliber artists, masterfully combining spoken word and vocal melodies with funk, soul, acoustic, and hip-hop elements. Through this approach, along with an insatiable desire to be heard, Sotu is primed to get the attention he deserves as a poet, songwriter, and entertainer.

Gill Sotu is the host of Train Of Thought, a successful weekly open Mic at Queen Bee’s Art and Cultural Center in North Park, San Diego. He has facilitated poetry workshops in San Diego’s juvenile county lock-up for over 2 years, was the host and performer for Russell Simmon's HBO's BRAVE NEW VOICES semi finals, the host for ACLU’s Freedom Of Expression Showcase, the chairman of Fiesta Del Sol Community Stage, the DJ for Elevated (San Diego’s largest spoken word venue), and resident DJ at Balboa Park’s Museum of Living Artists.

Lyrics

Live Love Laugh

Written By: Gill Sotu

Live, Love, Laugh (Gill Sotu)

So your parents tell you to go to school
Get an education, don’t be no fool
Get a good job, have some kids
This is the American Dream do what I did
Get outta school, they want experience
Only skills you got is payin’ tuition
Now you broke and you just wishin
You would’ve known what you wanted
‘fore you wasted four years

But you don’t have to be a doctor
You don’t have to be president
You don’t have to have the answers
As long as you are spiritually fed
(You Can) Party like a Rockstar
Think like a scholar
Make that money
But don’t live for the dollar
Love poetically, but still make 'em holla
You can eat sushi or greens that are collard
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again the very next day
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again

So your boss told you to stay on late
Do his job, but it’s your kid’s birthday
You want to be a hero for your kid
But what’s a hero without passion
Kid you not this is a common affair
Is a home really a home if no one there
Babies making babies like they just don’t care
If you spending time with your kids,
throw your hands in the air
Live your life to the fullest
Don’t let nobody choose it for you
Make your life the sunlight
Moral of the story is just do you

(You Can) Party like a Rockstar
Think like a scholar
Make that money
But don’t live for the dollar
Love poetically, but still make 'em holla
You can eat sushi or greens that are collard
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again the very next day
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again

Walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
Don’t ever let anyone
take away your happiness
spelling and grammar had
You’re a survivor
Be a survivor
Turn nothing into something
like you was Mcgevor

Party like a Rockstar
Think like a scholar
Make that money
But don’t live for the dollar
Love poetically, but still make 'em holla
You can eat sushi or greens that are collard
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again the very next day
Live, Love, Laugh, Pray
And do it all again
Be at peace…

Breakdancing Babies

Written By: Gill Sotu

Breakdancing Babies (©2010 Gill Sotu)

We gonna bubble the beat until the babies start to boogie
Honey give me some sugar, you’se as sweet as a cookie
There is something bout you, I can tell you aint no rookie
Shake that booty, lets show these suckas how to party

Don’t gotta lick lick lick no lollipop to prove that you’re sexy
Skin is smooth and creamy like you were sponsored by Nestle
Don’t got to show off your ***** to get no attention
You’se a royal with cheese, imam call you Pulp Fiction
But nothing fake about you, Facebook photo aint airbrushed
God has blessed your body, and in God I trust
If you don’t go to slow, then baby I won’t rush
Is that smile for me
Awww you’re making me blush
Chorus
We gonna bubble the beat until the babies start to boogie
Honey give me some sugar, you’se as sweet as a cookie
There is something bout you, I can tell you aint no rookie
Shake that booty, lets show these suckas how to party

Ain't no Don Juan, no macaroni, no child support, no alimony
Looking for my New Edition, you can be my tenderoni
Look up at the VIP is it a bird or a plane
No it’s another playa playa trying to spit that game
With a lot of chains, you know how pimpin do
A poet once asked, “Gotta buy them 5 drinks, how ugly are you?”
Man I dare you I dare you to be yourself like a man do
Exist beyond what VH1 and MTV commands you

(Ain't a problem that I can’t fix, cause I can do it in the mix)

We gonna bubble the beat until the babies start to boogie
Honey give me some sugar, you’se as sweet as a cookie
There is something bout you, I can tell you ain't no rookie
Shake that booty, lets show these suckas how to party

You’se as sweet as a jolly rancher dipped in chocolate
I won’t hurt your heart, if you don’t hurt my pockets
I’m the king of the beat, you the queen of the rhythm
We putting on a show these suckas don’t know what hit em’

We gonna bubble the beat until the babies start to boogie
Honey give me some sugar, you’se as sweet as a cookie
There is something bout you, I can tell you aint no rookie
Shake that booty, lets show these suckas how to party

Act like some wonder twins and just “activate”
It’s like your first Jeri Curl, just “activate”
Act like you paid your cell phone bill and “activate”
Get on the dance floor and just “activate”
Act like some wonder twins and just “activate”
It’s like your first Jeri Curl, just “activate”
Act like you paid your cell phone bill and “activate”
Get on the dance floor and just “activate”

(Aint a problem that I can’t fix, cause I can do it in the mix)

Butterfly Kings

Written By: Gill Sotu

BUTTERFLY KINGS (©2008 Gill Sotu)

Throw your hands in the air,
Keep them up there like the cops is in here
We’re gonna relax your mind, let your conscious go free
You’re now rolling with the sounds of a butterfly king

Now I don’t usually rhyme but sometimes I get the urge
Hip hop is in my veins, I’m first cousin to words
Got a sister named Rhythm, got a brother named Mic
Don’t get the family together; we’ll rock a party all night
One for the rhythm, two for art of rhyme
Which got lost somewhere in time
Three for the spirit, this is four you and me
My mind is pregnant with thoughts
I’m about to conceive
Holy conception, revolution needs a resurrection
Politian’s won’t change; you need to look at your reflection
Take back the dreams they took
Don’t you believe them crooks
Instead of taking it to the streets, take it to books

Throw your hands in the air,
Keep them up there like the cops is in here
We’re gonna relax your mind, let your conscious go free
You’re now rolling with the sounds of a butterfly king

What kind of weapon can defeat, a mind fully loaded
Soldiers and thinkers
Smart and devoted, spirits and rebels
Children and lovers
Using their hearts as their rifles the new American Idol
You better sing for your supper
You better think about change
Step away from the TV, break away from the chains
Don’t let them ever control you, you are the sons of the sun
You are the daughters time
You are the reason I rhyme
I want to bleed on these lyrics
I want to breathe on this mic
I got fired from darkness now I’m promoted to light
I’m a son of gun, you can call me Mr. Bullet
Fire love on your misconceptions
Hit them in the stomach
Cock back and load me, I’ll fire on your homies
Pump them with so much truth, they’ll bleed out poetry
Haikus and stanzas, coming out the arteries
I’m giving you the blood, sweat, tears, and the heart of me
Pardon me, I don’t want to blow your mind
I’m just a boulder of thought rolling through your puddle of time
I’m a butterfly king, here to rhyme and sing,
I hope you and enjoy the show and the peace it brings
You better get up right now
Throw your hands in the sky
We’re gonna rock it live
Let’s go

Throw your hands in the air,
Keep them up there like the cops is in here
We’re gonna relax your mind, let your conscious go free
You’re now rolling with the sounds of a butterfly king

Discography

"Flawed American Male", 2010
"Elephant Heart", 2008

Set List

-45 minutes of spoken word & soul singing accompanied by piano

and/or

-45 minutes of spoken word performance(s)

For a total of 90 minutes