RHAMP

After many name and project changes, we finally settled down and this is who we are now. RHAMP is the collaborative creative efforts by Glauco Lima and Steven Abraham.

Rhamp is our creative blender where we will mix every drop of creative juice into this magazine style. Rhamp is always changing, it never is, it is always evolving (hmmm, I think I got that from The Social Network).

Please feel free to spread the word, give us your input, ideas, and even critique if you like.

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If you are tired of the same old remixes that are nothing more than the original song sped up with a beat, you need some Dr. Rosen Rosen in your life.

He is currently rocking in L.A. but his roots come all the way from the East Coast, more precisely, Brooklyn, N.Y. There he started his musical career as a producer, writer, remixer. He had horrible grades during college and blames his Tascam 4-Track Cassette recorder, an Alesis SR-16 Drum Machine, and Old English Malt Liquor.

Since he took his musical career for real, he’s been working on several bootleg remixes, it became his obsession. Finally, the doc got his name around after remixing Britney Spears’ Womanizer. The remix spread like a virus, people from all over the planet were talking about it. Short after that, he was asked to make an official remix for Chris Cornnel’s Scream (produced by Timbaland).

Since his big break, the Dr. has been putting some extra hours remixing. From a full-length remix of Lily Allen’s album It’s not me, it’s you to Vistosso Bosses, Lady GaGa, Weezer...

More at www.doctorrosenrosen.comwww.myspace.com/drrosenrosenmusic

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People sacrificing their comfort to feed the hungry, that’s a perfect scenario for a 3rd world country, right? Well, that

happens closer than you think. If you haven’t figured out by the title yet, it happens in Brooklyn, NYC. I went there for

one Saturday and these are my thoughts in a nutshell.

Brooklyn

Breakfast

It was my last day in US after an awesome vacation from work. My plane leaves in a few hours and I haven’t slept more than 4 hours a night for the past 2 weeks. I had all the excuses to sleep in, but I didn’t. My Brooklyn based friends and I woke up early in the a.m. and took the subway to a distant part of town.

We found ourselves at a Hispan-ic neighborhood, in front of what seemed to be a warehouse. We got into the door and walked in a huge basement. That was the place where the homeless and the hungry knew they would get their food in that cold Saturday a.m.

A friendly face and a firm hand-shake greeted us, his name, Pastor Ron. He has been the one responsible for feeding the hungry on Saturday mornings. He quickly delegated us duties, Steven was the scrambled eggs guy, Rachel was the pancake girl, Gena, the ham-sandwich mak-er and myself, the Tang guy.

As I poured an unbelievable amount of Tang powder in the huge container, I got a chance to talk to Pastor Ron. He has been cooking breakfast for the hungry for the past 12 years. Every time, more than 100 people show up expecting to find refuge and energy in that basement. Ron also told me that many people have called his pancakes the “Best Pancakes in the Entire World”, as he laughed while saying it.

Ron and his wife used to live in a big farm on the countryside until one day they decided to sell it all and dedicate his life to helping people in Brooklyn. Today, his home is the crammed church building, which we were getting ready to receive more than 100 homeless people.

We were cooking enough food to feed an army, gallons and gallons of juice, tray after tray filled with scrambled eggs and hundreds of sandwiches. Cooking never seemed to end, ever.

It was my last day in US after an awesome va-cation from work. My plane leaves in a few hours and I haven’t slept more than 4 hours a night for the past 2 weeks. I had all the excuses to sleep in, but I didn’t. My Brooklyn based friends and I woke up early in the a.m. and took the subway to a distant part of town.

We found ourselves at a Hispanic neighborhood, in front of what seemed to be a warehouse. We got into the door and walked in a huge basement. That was the place where the homeless and the hungry knew they would get their food in that cold Saturday a.m.

A friendly face and a firm handshake greeted us, his name, Pastor Ron. He has been the one responsible for feeding the hungry on Saturday mornings. He quickly delegated us duties, Steven was the scrambled eggs guy, Rachel was the pan-cake girl, Gena, the ham-sandwich maker and myself, the Tang guy.

As I poured an unbelievable amount of Tang powder in the huge container, I got a chance to talk to Pastor Ron. He has been cooking breakfast for the hungry for the past 12 years. Every time, more than 100 people show up expecting to find refuge and energy in that basement. Ron also told

Pastor Ron

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