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Hump de Bump
by Red Hot Chili Peppers

(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)

Forty detectives this week
Forty detectives strong
Takin' a stroll down love street
Strollin', is that so wrong?
Can I get my co-dependant?

Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop
Hump de bump doop bodu

Oh no

Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu

Bump, bump

It must have been a hundred miles
Or any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear but
The way we make out

When I was an all-aloner
Nothing but a two-beach comber
Anybody seen the sky, I'm
I'm wide awake now!

Workin' the beat as we speak
Workin' the belle du monde
Believe in the havoc we wreak
Believin', is that so wrong?
Can I get my co-dependant?

Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop
Hump de bump doop bodu

Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu

Bump, bump

C'mon

It must have been a hundred miles
Any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear but
The way we make out

When I was an all-aloner
Nothing but a two-beach comber
Anybody seen the sky, I'm
I'm wide awake now

(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)
(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya)

Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop
Hump de bump doop bodu

Oh no

Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu

Bump, bump

Listenin' to what I said
And try to get it through your head
A little bit of circumstance and
A chance to make out

Livin' in a citadel
It's hard enough to be yourself
Waiting for the bell to toll and
I'm wide awake now

It must have been a hundred miles
Or any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear but
The way we make out

When I was an all-aloner
Nothing but a two-beach comber
Anybody seen the sky I'm
I'm wide awake now

Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Written by: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH

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Liquid San

Wait, this isn't RHCP. These guys wear shirts.

dread true

Drop that, they wear shirts in more videos.
Just see these fast notes of Flea at 1:40
Real cool, hum

Listen again

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ARCHIVOS UPI 3 DE ABRIL DE 1990

El cantante Anthony Kiedis condenado por agresión sexual, exposición indecente





El cantante principal de Red Hot Chili Peppers, Anthony Kiedis, actúa en vivo en el escenario. Foto de archivo de CL Cornish / UPI | Foto de licencia





FAIRFAX, Va. - El cantante principal del grupo de rock Red Hot Chili Peppers fue declarado culpable el martes de agresión sexual y exposición indecente después de un concierto en los suburbios de Washington, DC

Anthony Kiedis, de 27 años, de Los Ángeles, fue acusado de tocar el rostro de una mujer con su pene después de un concierto en la Universidad George Mason en el condado de Fairfax el 21 de abril de 1989.





La mujer, una estudiante de GMU que trabajó en la junta de programas de la universidad, dijo que el incidente ocurrió fuera del vestuario de la banda después del concierto.

Los jurados de los tribunales de circuito recomendaron que Kiedis fuera multado con $ 1,000 por cada cargo. Podría haber recibido hasta 60 días en la cárcel.

El juez Michael McWeeny fijó la sentencia para el viernes. Según la ley de Virginia, McWeeny puede imponer la recomendación del jurado o reducirla, pero no puede aumentarla.

El juicio del Tribunal de Circuito fue una apelación de un fallo de un juez de un tribunal de primera instancia, que encontró a Kiedis culpable de ambos cargos y lo condenó a 60 días de cárcel.

Kiedis negó haber tocado a la mujer, pero otros dijeron que vieron el incidente y un miembro de la banda admitió que hizo una declaración alentadora.

Los fanáticos de la banda de rock, cuya música se describe como 'funk blanco', llenaron la sala del tribunal durante los dos días de testimonio.

El último álbum de la banda, 'Mother's Milk', incluye las exitosas canciones 'Knock Me Down' y un remake de la canción de Stevie Wonder 'Higher Ground'.





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Fieles a su nombre, los Red Hot Chili Peppers estaban calientes, tan calientes que destrozaron su escenario, luego saltaron a la multitud para maltratar a una mujer vestida con un bikini durante una grabación de MTV en la playa.

La policía no se divirtió.

Tampoco MTV, que arrojó a la banda del set. Y tampoco la mujer de Virginia de 20 años, que presentó cargos contra dos miembros de la banda.

Los defensores de los Red Hot Chili Peppers dicen que el episodio del miércoles por la tarde en una grabación de MTV fue solo parte de su imagen, que a veces incluye subir al escenario con nada más que calcetines o pañales colocados estratégicamente.



Tal vez. Pero temprano el viernes por la mañana, los guardabosques del condado de Volusia decidieron que arrestar al bajista Flea y al baterista Chad Smith y acusarlos de comportamiento lascivo, batería y conducta desordenada eran parte de la imagen de los guardabosques.

"No voy a soportarlo", dijo el jefe de guardabosques Jon Kirvan, horas después de arrestar a la mitad de los miembros de la banda alrededor de la 1 am del viernes después de un concierto en el Hotel Marriott. "Esa podría ser tu hija".

El combate cuerpo a cuerpo del miércoles tuvo lugar durante la grabación de MTV para su programa de baile Club MTV. La banda estaba sincronizando los labios con la canción "Knock Me Down" cuando Flea, cuyo verdadero nombre es Michael Balzary, comenzó a golpear su bajo contra la batería de Chad Smith, según la policía, que parecía tener dificultades para darle sentido al punk. Espectáculo de la banda.

"Al final de un set, los miembros de la banda comenzaron a saltar en el escenario, empujando los micrófonos al piso del escenario, balanceando los instrumentos, tocando la batería y haciendo un comentario sobre la policía que este escritor no escuchó por completo", escribió El sargento de policía de Daytona. Robert Grim

"Uno de los miembros de la banda con una cabeza afeitada con una mata de cabello multicolor centrada en la parte superior de su cabeza levantó a una víctima blanca y la colocó sobre sus hombros", escribió Grim.

Smith se unió a Flea, se quitó parcialmente el traje de baño de la mujer y comenzó a golpearle las nalgas, según el informe del guardabosques Guy Grasso.

En ese momento, la mujer cayó a la arena, solo para que Flea se arrodillara sobre ella, comenzara a agarrarla y exigiera que le practicara sexo oral, dijo el informe de Grasso.

La seguridad de MTV sacó a Flea y lo acompañó a él y a Smith fuera de la propiedad del Motel Texan, la base de MTV durante las vacaciones de primavera.



Kirvan dijo que sus oficiales hablaron con la mujer el jueves y el jueves por la noche recibió una orden de arresto del juez de circuito Robert Miller.

"Anoche después de su actuación, si quieres llamarlo así, servimos las órdenes y los arrestamos", dijo Kirvan. "Si alguien ataca a alguien, haremos algo".

Flea, de 26 años, fue acusado de agresión, conducta desordenada y solicitud de cometer un acto antinatural y lascivo y puesto en libertad bajo fianza de $ 2,000. Smith, de 28 años, fue acusado de batería y liberado bajo fianza de $ 1,000. Todos los cargos son delitos menores.

Ni Flea ni Smith pudieron ser contactados para hacer comentarios el viernes.

La mujer declinó hacer comentarios.

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@thebaddog410 come on people... get it?

Florian Lebreton

Parce qu'ils sont dehors et il y'a la police

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Basi lo ah

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Blood, Sugar, Sex, Dickheads



It just happened again. I read a news story about Flea playing the national anthem as a bass solo at Kobe’s final game with the Lakers and I went nuts. Every time I’m reminded that the Red Hot Chili Peppers exist, I lose my mind. It’s been a frequent occurence lately. They’re about to release a new record and the promo machine is gearing up.

25 years ago, when I worked at Epic, I had a fucked up experience with the Chili Peppers. The incident was about a 3 on the 1-10 scale of sexual harassment in the music business of the 80s and 90s, and I never consciously thought it was that big a deal. I wasn’t even aware of how intensely I hated them  until a couple of months ago, when the kid that works the desk at my gym played “Can’t Stop.”

I was furious;  I felt like my blood had been replaced with a million small bombs and all of them were about to explode.  I threw my weights to the floor mid-rep and pounded to the desk. Just before I screamed the only words I could come up with —  NO. MORE. CHILI. PEPPERS. — I realized I had to leave. I knew I’d be unable to restrain myself if I had to hear Anthony sing  “mop tops are happy when they feed you” or “can’t stop, addicted to the shindig, chop top, he says I’m gonna win big.” When  I calmed down, I thought about how overblown my reaction was, and allowed for the first time that maybe I didn’t hate them simply because they suck.

I heard stories about the Chili Peppers and the way they treated women long before Anthony was convicted of sexual battery and indecent exposure in 1989 and Chad and Flea were arrested for lascivious behavior, battery and disorderly conduct in 1990. No one in the music industry really gave a shit.  As their legal issues made headlines, they  left  EMI, and every label, including Epic,  wanted to sign them. I was horrified.

I initially refused to even go to a meeting with the band. The  A&R guy was a friend, though, and after an hour of talking about it,  I reluctantly agreed to attend.  At the meeting, I did a credible impression of a person who didn’t think the Chili Peppers were complete shit;  I talked enthusiastically about strategy, artist development and press campaigns, and I presented ideas on further establishing their image.  None of them involved wearing socks on their dicks.

After the meeting,  I took two of the Chili Peppers to the storage room, where we kept the box sets and CDs,  to get the standard sign-with-us swag.  As we looked in a cabinet, they pressed up against me and told me about all of the ways we could make a super sexy sandwich.

At first I thought they were joking. When I realized they weren’t, I ran from the storage room to my office, where I closed my door, sat down at my desk, and cried. I was humiliated and weirdly ashamed, and embarrassed that I was humiliated and weirdly ashamed.   I thought I was a badass. Being a victim didn’t fit my self-perception.

When the Chili Peppers’ then-manager knocked on my door a few minutes later, I stopped crying and let him in. He offered an apology that sounded memorized; it was one he’d obviously offered many times before. The A&R guy apologized after the Chili Peppers left, and I decided to get over it.  I told myself that I knew what I was getting into when I started working in the music business. I was used to the shit that happened  late at night,  back in Boston, when I was wasted  and hanging out at gigs and after show parties. I wasn’t cool with any of it, but I accepted it, and even though the incident with the Chili Peppers  took  place when I was an executive at a major label, sober and doing my job at 2:00 in the afternoon, I decided to accept that, too. It was just the way things were.
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Most of the women I know who worked in the music business in the late 80s and early 90s put up with sexual harassment. We didn’t talk about it to our friends, for the most part, and not many of us took any action.  We were ashamed or afraid or didn’t think we’d be believed. We thought we’d be blamed, or worse, we blamed ourselves. We didn’t want to be perceived as weak, and we thought that in order to succeed, we just had to put up with it. Sexual harassment came along with working in the music industry — it was an everyday reality — and a lot of us didn’t even realize that anything was wrong. Most of the reasons  we kept quiet will never stop being reasons —  shame and fear aren’t going to go away — but at least now we know when we’re being harassed.

I started writing about sexual harassment in the music industry in January, just after Amber Coffman tweeted about Heathcliff Berru.  I knew I had something to say, but I didn’t realize that it was about the incident with the Chili Peppers until I heard “Don’t Stop” at the gym.   I didn’t understand why my response was so extreme, and then, this weekend,  I talked to people I was close to at Epic.  One was my boss.  I never told him what happened,  and with the exception of two close friends,   I never told anyone else.   And that’s what disturbs me most.

Fuck the Red Hot Chili Peppers and  the misogynistic culture of the music industry that kept me from speaking up in 1991.  I wish I had.  I’m not naive enough to think it would have made much of a difference, but if it kept just one person from having to hear “Californication,” it would have been a start.

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