JointMethod

JointMethod

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JointMethod is an Urban Rock band whose work can be described as feel good music with a positive vibe and a sound they like to call "Hip Hop Reggae Rock with a Latin Twist!". Think 311 meets Santana and Rage Against The Machine.

Biography

Three hours before their first gig, Jointmethod's lead singer, Jose Suaste, was stabbed in the chest and neck in a robbery and left for dead. After only three months of recovery, Jose and JointMethod took the stage with a new found determination and a creative mix of original beats and grooves behind hardnosed lyrics bringing a unique twist to Urban Rock.

When sold out of their first EP "503 Panhandle", the band went into the studio to record their first LP "Roots and Wings". The result was a record containing sixteen tracks that range from deep thoughtful mellow grooves to old school skate punk anthems. Upon completion of the record, founding members Jose and Milo picked up drummer Joseph Braley, bassist Ruben Salazar, and guitarist David "Stitch" Rapaport (of The Mothers Anger) to join in support of the album release.

Since then the band has toured all over the Southwest building a solid and loyal fan base, sharing the stage with such acts as Jurassic 5, Blackalicious, Dr. Octagon, G Love and the Special Sauce, The Vanished, The English Beat, and Fish Bone.

JointMethod is an Urban Rock band whose work can be described as feel good music with a positive vibe and a sound they like to call "Hip Hop Reggae Rock with a Latin Twist!". With an MTV licensing deal, feature film placement, and a new album slated to be released in the Spring JointMethod is solidly poised to bring their music and creative fervor to a more expansive audience in 2009.

Lyrics

Immigrant's Song

Written By: Jose Suaste

Immigrant’s Song

I wrote this song, all heart and no planning
Figured I’d put my hand in and help with understanding
Got a story to tell, Got inspiration from marches
Brown folks standing up, gave inspiration to start this
They brought on charges on my peeps and it’s nonsense
They call us illegals, immigrants without conscience
I can tell you right now, that ain’t describing my pops
Cause if you see what he’s been through, you’d be giving him props
You think he wanted to leave friends, family and home
To face a future unknown and foreign land all alone
I call it last resort, a desperate leap of faith
Unless you’ve seen that day, you listen close when I say…

Watch what you say about my momma man
You know she’s only trying to raise a fam

Watch what you say about my daddy man
You know he’s only working hard as he can

Watch what you say about my family man
I give a damn if you’re uncle Sam

Say one more thing about my family man
You’ll end up dealing with an angry man

Can’t help but feel pressure this hits close to home
When I’m describing the struggle, I’m describing my own
The same for millions of families, just following dreams
Searching for a little more than minimal means
You rely on your laws, you rely on your labels
But it's a basic human right to get some food on the table.
And right now they’re moms and dads, brothers and sisters
But if you push us and diss us, you’re gonna find some resistance so…

Watch what you say about my momma man
You know she’s only trying to raise a fam

Watch what you say about my daddy man
You know he’s only working hard as he can

Watch what you say about my family man
I give a damn if you’re uncle Sam

Say one more thing about my family man
You’ll end up dealing with an angry man

It’s a complex subject for everybody involved
I know the media’s got you thinking it’s a problem to solve
I have a firm resolve, cause why now what’s changed
The bug stuck in the brain is that the timing is strange
Over the years no complaints, about us watching your kids
Landscaping your lawns, cleaning and mopping you cribs
All of a sudden it’s an issue that demands your attention
A security threat? They’re questioning our intensions
They keep hiding the fact; this country’s lost in division
We lack the patience and vision, to take a seat and just listen
To the real message, you know the point of this all
And that’s united we stand and that’s divided we fall so

I won’t about your momma man
I know she’s only trying to raise a fam

And you don’t talk about my daddy man
You know he’s only working hard as he can

And I won’t talk about your family man
So I don’t come across like uncle Sam

If you don’t ever dawg my family man
You wont’ be dealing with an angry man

I say yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…

Like Daggers To The Brain

Written By: Jose Suaste

This be my last rhyme to freedom
Finally hands untied, I’m trying to reach for the sky
Instead of just getting by
Cause too many cried, watched dreams collide
With the bright green machine named American dream
That sings lullabies till we forget who we are
Till we become Mr. Visa, Mrs. MasterCard
I backtrack trying to scope how we got this far
Such a slave to my house, my clothes, my car

This be my last rhyme to freedom

And on the tele on the daily steady seeking permission
Trying to sell me prescriptions I’m in a ready position to make a heavy decision
This pharmaceutical sale entails, happiness unveiled
Gotcha believing you’ve failed, You’ve got mountains to scale
Unless you got the pill to make you feel you’re out of a cell
What makes them different from the brothas on the corner who sell
A time slot on your tube or wholesale retail

This be my last rhyme to freedom
And there will be no more

Bridge
Is this how far we’ve come?
Is this civilization?
They keep us medicated, indebted,
Plugged back into the machine
Is this the system we want?
Is this the system we need?
Question everything.
Everything.

This be my last rhyme to freedom (X3)
And there will be no more
There will be no more

With this last rhyme to freedom, release thoughts and feed them
To the lost souls who need them, who let false roads mislead them
With this last rhyme to freedom ignite flames in mass
So they can cop hallway passes, escape fascist classes
With this last rhyme to freedom unfold swells of passion
And fill what fills a fraction, talking love retroaction
With this last rhyme to freedom I bring forth the rage
Of a child forced to age, by street wars that waged
With this last rhyme to freedom, release a poetry of peace
To decimate the beasts that hate released upon our streets
With this last rhyme to freedom, stir emotions held passive
From miniscule to massive, from apathetic to combative
With this last rhyme to freedom I bare my soul to my peers
My strength faults and fears, my love my hate my tears
My strength faults and fears, my love my hate my tears
With this last rhyme to freedom
With this last rhyme to freedom
With this last rhyme to freedom
With this last rhyme to freedom

New Vibe

Written By: Jose Suaste

New Vibe
Lyrics by José Suaste
This version written on 11/05/05

(Chorus)
Brothers and Sisters
Lost in the crossfire
I know you’ve been searchin
Well this is a new vibe.
(2X)

The music is playin…
Get up, Get up now
Dance in the rain…
Get up, Get up now
Heart to the veins…
Get up, Get up now
Music hit’s there’s no pain…

This is food for the mind, unconfined by design
Getcha’ open in time, shine and serve to remind
That music still lies divne, from the root to the vine
Fruit is ripened and prime, now get a taste of this wine
And let it float to the brain, now the body the vein
Now the heart to the soul, expression out on parole
From the current control, that’s only lookin to grow
Fillin’ their pockets with change and only pushin the same
But it’s a combat zone, pen and a microphone
We’re amped and ready to play
Reverb, distortion, delay
This rhythm ready to get em’, infect the system we hit em’
This music made by the children, with Texas sould from with in em’
C’mon

(Chorus)
Brothers and Sisters
Lost in the crossfire
I know you’ve been searchin
Well this is a new vibe.
(2X)

Now that I got your attention…
I take a moment to mention…
Music’s a language extention…
A gift but not a possession…

It can’t be sold along with a radio song that’ll soon be gone
It can’t shifted and grifted and have it’s principle lifted
Can’t be diluted, polluted, for record labels to loot it.
Can’t be deleated, mistreated, and have its progess impeded.
Should be protected, collective, people let’s get more selective
I know you want a good time, escape the drama recline
Just know that thought is diminished, restrained to 3 and a half minutes
Real music lies in the streets, the simple notes and the beats.

The beats.

(Chorus)
Brothers and Sisters
Lost in the crossfire
I know you’ve been searchin
Well this is a new vibe.
(4X)

Take It Back

Written By: Jointmethod & Tahiti

TAKE IT BACK

Remember knockin’ phat beats on the top of the desk
And who’d break the best when we hit recess
You’d bring your cardboard box, lay it on the black top
While you bumped the planet rock or your homies beat boxed
And it don’t stop…It couldn’t it was all brand new
Basic rules your were cool if you rocked dope shoes
But it was deeper than that, this was a new art form
And this thing called rap, well it had just been born
It seemed like every single jam used to “rock the beat”
Goddamn became a fan cause it’d “rock the beat”
It slowly shaped who I am so I could “rock the beat”
And I planned to form a band so we could “rock the beat”
So know the influence was heavily infused as a youth
Studied with diligence equivalent to those of a sleuth
The truth was it grabbed me, told hold and scabbed me
Kicked punched and jabbed me, now I can only be happy
If a hip hop beat’s at least a piece of my function
Dues to the crews down in the dungeon
With gritty mics gripped tight, you find my soul deep rooted
The insight took flight, time couldn’t even pollute it
Think it was 93 to infinity, when bands like De La and The Tribe
Were possessing me.
Cause though the men in black hats took her out of the back
They’re the leaders of a movement fading to black

And I long to Take It Back
A do what now?
Is it wrong to Take It Back
A do what now?
They say it’s gone but Take It Back
A do what now?
With this song we Take It Back
Yo Tahiti let’em know

Twenty two years ago, a friend of mine
Kicked a fresh rhyme and it blew my mind
The rhyme that he spit, was from the street
It was ghetto poetry spoken over break beats
It gave me a chill down to my bones
And made me wanna rock on the microphone
The rhymes that kicked were kind of wack
But yo I kept on rhyming and I never looked back
The streets had a message the word spread fast
Hip Hop culture was here to last
A smash on the radio box on blast
Corporate take over, emphasis on cash
The new rap crap will never last
Ignorance over beats, nothing but trash
Smash on the wack with a platinum plaque
Jointmeth and Tahiti bout to take it back

And I long to Take It Back
A do what now?
Is it wrong to Take It Back
A do what now?
They say it’s gone but Take It Back
A do what now?
With this song we Take It Back

I used to knock on all the shit that’s on the waves these days
And brothers told me I was hating, cause it was them getting paid
But yo there’s standards getting lowered when they should be raised
And the fact that everybody’s on it, got me amazed
I realize that what I dig is gonna be different from you
But if they’re jammin’ your shit, they gotta jam mine too
It’s that shit that keeps you grooving while it’s speakin the truth
Pete Rock and CL I reminisce over you.
Cause I’m expecting more from music, it’s coming from God
It ain’t comin’ from the clothes and all the bullshit you buy
Your self love’s masturbation, you’re just a sensation
I reach for standing ovations when I drop my creations
To you phat livin’s got a stronger allure
But this is the type of jam that lasts longer than yours
A message to the bands puttin’ love on a track
You show your love, hold it down keep the game intact.

And I long to Take It Back
A do what now?
Is it wrong to Take It Back
A do what now?
They say it’s gone but Take It Back
A do what now?
With this song we Take It Back

Robert Smiff

Written By: Jose Suaste

Robert Smiff

I took a step back found conclusions.
I found this rap game lost in illusions
It’s all based on the lifestyle lies your choosin
Pimps to the Hoes to the Smoke to boozing
I can tell by the weight of your lids where you been
On the edge of win with a taste of losing
Seems like everyone’s abusing
The artform to perform, forgot about the music
So the rattle the cattle, without a battle to battle
Most styles are saddled, deep thought scadaddled
Fought the current and paddled for a different shore
Where melodies and harmonies as a gift meant more
Deep breath relief, now I found belief
That the biz lost pulse so we pound the beat
Now the sound in me can have a farther reach
Same thing with the crew so we groove to Teach.

Said we groove to teach
So the sound in me can have a farther reach

Now…

Don’t stress it’ll get right
Sit tight!
If you flex all your insight
To new heights!
If you stretch you can touch skies
So Bright!
Catch freedom at first light
Pass night!

And what once was lost had a road to cross
Now it found applause, cause it found a cause

Lot of times wrote rhymes inside paradigms
Defined by the times, confined what was mines
Inside the lines, the pictures drawn
Born from the brain, but the style was wrong
Realized every word, every noun, every verb
Shit I thought superb, was only shit I heard
The mindstate created, regurgitated
Based on raps from cats, that like fashion faded
So I stayed in the lab, the plan developed
The darkroom was a womb, we became enveloped
Built more than songs, found a place to belong
A brigade six strong, holdin on till dawn
And thoughts repressed that congest the chest
Broke though transgressed, notes help digest
All types of stress, and I must atest
That a soul expressed, is a soul that’s blessed.

Is a soul that’s blessed.
Thoughts repressed that congest the chest.

Now…

Don’t stress it’ll get right
Sit tight!
If you flex all your insight
To new heights!
If you stretch you can touch skies
So Bright!
Catch freedom at first light
Pass night!

And what once was lost had a road to cross
Now it found applause, cause it found a cause

So now the question come why do this?
Why march to this drum go through this?
The most ruthless, the less traveled path
Why fuck with your math, fill half your glass?
For the souls on the streets tryin to make ends meet
For the babies on the Ave. getting less than half
For the workers on the sites, way before sunlight
For the teachers in the districts, handling their business
For the fam and the fans and the helping hands
For the dreams and schemes and everything between
For the life and love and all of the above
For the leaders yet to come bringing their own drum
So why music? Why art? Why self-expression?
Respond with aggression, there should be no question
To stir passion, That’s what it’s their for!
To bring action, That’s what it’s their for!
So you can see, That’s what it’s their for!
To be free, That’s what it’s their for!
So you can grow, That’s what it’s their for!
To touch your soul, That’s what it’s their for!
So you can think, That’s what it’s their for!
So we can link, That’s what it’s their for!
So you can try, That’s what it’s their for!
So you can fly, That’s what it’s their for!

That’s what it’s there for!

Shake

Written By: Jointmethod & One Up

Shake

Now this is just an introduction, short term abduction
Grab the mind body soul like it’s built on suction
You bout get a lesson how these two crews function
You learn while we burn, so you can call it instruction
Take note the beats, the rhymes, top notch production
Getcha heated like ya needed, like a sound seduction
Jointmethod bring the fire for the dance eruption
One Up complete the package for the mass consumption

Now you’re feelin the feelin, there ain’t no stoppin no leavin
Bounce from the floor to the ceilin’, caus this vibe is appealin’
Right?
We gotta give it to you all, get em’ off the wall,
Baby baby doll it’s up to yall, shake it aaall…
Night

So whatcha want em to do?
Say mami tu y tu
You know we want em to
Meneale, Meneale

Say girl you know you’re a star
Pongase a bailar
Para ca pa ya
Meneale, Meneale

How many mami’s will it take?
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

Twist your back, till you goin break
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

I see ya out on the dancefloor ya doin it well
And with a body like that, it’s an easy sell
Ya just, shakin ya tail, like an angel who fell
And now it’s after the club, ya twist it back to the hotel
Oh well, I won’t tell if you won’t
Your eye’s say that you do, you tell your girls that you don’t
But ya just wanna cut loose, One Up’s got much juice
Swing that thang while ya sippin ya grey goose
Cause if ya feel what I’m feelin, raise ya hands to the ceiling
Sexy appealin got the sexual healin
Right
I like the girls if they’re sweatin, cause you know what they’re getting
I just want you to to SHAke that ass!

So whatcha want em to do?
Say mami tu y tu
You know we want em to
Meneale, Meneale

Say girl you know you’re a star
Pongase a bailar
Para ca pa ya
Meneale, Meneale

How many mami’s will it take?
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

Twist your back, till you goin break
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

I like when they dance stuck to me close
Getting sweaty getting heavy sex overdose

I mi me gusta que me bailen pegaditas serquitas
Con movimiento me exictas, las dejo bien sudaditas

And I ain’t gotta say we like it hot
Now get on the dance floor show me whatcha got

No hay que decirle a la gente, se que nos gusta caliente
Desde atras asta el frente, se que el ritmo te prende

Cause all I wanna do is see latina’s dance,
Whether you’re tall, fat, skinny, just shake that ass

Solo quiero que lo bailen Latinas
Que sean las buenas las malas,
Que sean las flacas, gorditas!

So whatcha want em to do?
Say mami tu y tu
You know we want em to
Meneale, Meneale

Say girl you know you’re a star
Pongase a bailar
Para ca pa ya
Meneale, Meneale

How many mami’s will it take?
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

Twist your back, till you goin break
Let me see you on the dance floor
SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

Discography

503 Panhandle -EP 2003
Roots and Wings - LP NOV. 2007

We are on itunes, napster, msnmusic, emusic, yahoomusic.

Set List

Our set lists change for every show. Since our music is diverse, we can tailor each show for the audience and venue. We go rock heavy for the rock crowd and and more Hip-hop for the underground heads. Our sets also depend on the venue and line-up of the night. We can rock out 45 min sets, but we have done 4 hour shows to fill an evening. We have some fun covers we throw out once in a while as well for crowd participation

Originals:
Mountains
The Right Direction
Take It Back
Like Daggers To the Brain
B.S.B.
Robert Smiff
Silva Pants
Concert Shirt
Drunk Dialin'
New Vibe
503
What I'd Love To Do To You
The Cube
Po Po
Paycheck
The Cube
Psycho Chick
Needs Of Man
Friday
Graduation Day
In Tel Aviv
Mandatory Love Song

Among the covers we do:
Tricky(RUN DMC)
Bust A Move(Young MC)
Blood Sugar Sex Magic(RHCP)
Sabotage, Fight For Your Right(Beastie Boys)
Killin in the name of and Bulls on parade(Rage Against The Machine)
Get Up Stand Up(Bob Marley),
Paid In Full(