Rust Revival Protest

The most likely outcome is that AI and robots make everyone wealthy. In fact, far wealthier than the richest person on Earth

We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause...

We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause...

We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isn’t at the edges — it’s in the middle. Because sanity is compromise… and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause...

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Our Cities under attack from our President Wanna Be. People in our cities, your cities, your states are going to get hurt, some may even die because of one sick old man that is out of control. These are harsh words, but they are also true. He wants complete power, he wants all of our freedom, we must bend a knee to his Majesty. I for one, am fighting back the only way I can. But I am fighting. Wha...

Sirens are wailing, the night won’t rest, Purpleman’s rhythm pounding in my chest. Chains are rattling, the streets still burn, Truth is a lesson they don’t want to learn.

Footsteps fade where the fire once burned, Streets lie silent, but the tide has turned. Purpleman lingers in the cold night air, A whisper, a warning — he’s still there.