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Me & my band, Accidental Proffit, will be performing at Sokol Auditorium Wednesday, March 6th, 2013 for Raw ‘Generation’ Showcase.

RAW is made up of creative individuals across the United States & Australia. Its mission is to provide independent artists with the tools, resources and exposure needed to inspire and cultivate creativity. All genres of art will be represented at the RAW Showcase in Omaha- including independent film, fashion, music, visual and performing arts, hairstylists, makeup artists and more.

Sokol Auditorium is located at 2234 South 13th Street Omaha, Ne. We encourage you to support the creative success of the many talented visionaries in our community who will be presenting their talents. This is a 21+ Event and Cocktail Attire is suggested. The event will run from 8 PM to Midnight. Tickets for the event are $10 in advance / $15 at the door.

Jesus said to, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.” (Mar 16:15) I believe that this will be a great opportunity to share the gospel in a secular venue.  We encourage believers to come out and help us to proclaim the “good news” to those attending this event.

As many of you know, we normally do not charge for our music or shows, but RAW sets the price for tickets to cover expenses for the venue. So everyone who purchases tickets to support Accidental Proffit, (whether you attend the event or not) will receive a FREE copy of the ‘Living In Babylon’ CD.

Buy tickets: http://www.rawartists.org/omaha/generation/?artist=127161

RAW Generation Showcase

RAW Generation Showcase

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Situated between Omaha’s Old Market and the downtown business district on the corner of 13th and Farnam Streets, Café 110 has long been a favorite venue of many of Omaha’s talented musicians.

Offering a variety of delicious foods and specialized drinks, Café 110 is the entrepreneurial enterprise of Allan Zeeck, former owner of the Benson Grind coffee shop. Allan has always been a big supporter of local talent and has given Omaha’s most talented musicians the opportunity to get on stage and burn it up with their own original music.

ASCAP and BMI seem to think Café 110 is some huge concert hall promoting national touring acts and is trying to charge them accordingly without ever even seeing the venue! Café 110 cannot afford these exorbitant fees. So until ASCAP and BMI understand that Café 110 is a 30-seat coffee shop for local original acts only, Café 110 will not be able to have live music or even be open during the evenings.

If you are or know someone that can help with dealing with these ridiculous performing rights organizations; like a lawyer, or member of one of these organizations, PLEASE get in touch with Café 110 by either calling the shop at: 402- 932-4040 or by email at: allan.zeeck@cafe110omaha.com

You can also leave me a message and I will be sure to pass the information on to Allan.
You can follow Café 110 on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/cafe110omaha or like them on Face Book at: https://www.facebook.com/Cafe110

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

It’s hard to believe that another year has come to an end!

I would like to thank everyone who has supported the ministry of Word From The Street.  Thanks to you, this blog got about 4,500 views in 2012.

I pray that God will bless you with a safe and prosperous new year.

Jonah Reuben

Below is a summery of my blog stats.

Click here to see the complete report.

I’m sorry that I haven’t posted anything for a while. There have been many changes in my life lately that demanded my attention.

We are nearly finished with several remodeling projects in our home that had been needed for some time now. Three contractors and several weeks later our home has been transformed and nearly ready to put on the market.

Yes, we have decided to sell our home so we can try to relocate to another state. (Someplace where there’s no winter)

Another change that has happened recently is that my band Accidental Proffit has officially disbanded. So I’ve been concentrating more on solo gigs. You can still listen and download music that I recorded with Accidental Proffit at my new website HERE.

Another reason that I haven’t been posting lately is because I’ve been busy working on the final editing of my science fiction novel, ‘Experimenting With Humans’. I hope to have the final draft finished and ready for publishing by month’s end. Below is an excerpt from the novel. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Experimenting With Humans (Excerpt) by Jonah Reuben

“Hey buddy! You gettin’ on or what?”

The bus driver’s booming voice made Jacob jerk as if he were shaken from a deep sleep. That same sense of fear came over him again too. Partly due to the fact that the last thing he remembered was hanging up the phone with Charles.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, sure.” Jacob said as he regained his composure just enough to climb the steps of the number 9 bus that he rode every day to work. Although he owned a classic ’69 Camero convertible, he preferred taking the number 9 to work to avoid the hassle with traffic and parking, but mostly because he was forever paranoid that something bad would happen to his precious car. In fact, Jacob rarely took it out of the garage where he made sure it was kept safely tucked away under a cheese cloth lined tarp.

It was a beautiful machine-custom painted two toned candy apple red with a white engine hood, chrome mag wheels, with a custom made grill. He also had the motor mounts fabricated special so he could have a 327 Corvette engine dropped inside. “0 to 60 in 5.2 seconds!” He would brag to anyone who cared to listen. In reality, he only drove it above 75mph one time. And that was only to impress some girl he dated for a while. Lately he only pulled it out of the garage once every couple months or so to wash and wax it on Sunday afternoons when he knew his neighbors were watching.

Jacob made his way to his seat on the bus and stared out the window trying to remember what had transpired in the last hour and a half since he spoke to Charles. As he continued to stare out the window the normal familiar scenes of the 20 minute ride to work suddenly began to change. Buildings on the way began to take on different shapes; as if he was experiencing some drug induced hallucination. He watched in amazement as bank buildings were transformed into high rise hotels and newspaper stands turned into restaurants.

People walking on the street were being transformed as well. Shabbily dressed old men miraculously changed into well groomed gentlemen, black people change into white, white people became oriental. Suddenly he discovered to his amazement that he could also hear the thoughts of the people walking the streets. People’s worries became vocal to him! Some were low cries and moans while others were angry shouts and yet there were some that were melodious songs of joy. Jacob knew that he must either still be dreaming or he was experiencing a total nervous breakdown. He chose to believe the safer of the two and began to repeat quietly to himself, “I’m going to wake up, I’m going to wake up, I’m going to…”

“Hey buddy, you gettin’ on or what?”

“Uh…Yeah, yeah, sure.” Jacob sheepishly replied. “Deja’vu.” He thought to himself, and took a seat near the back of the bus. As the bus drove closer to his stop, Jacob pushed the bell strip above his window to signal the driver.

“See ya tonight buddy.” said the driver and waved to Jacob in the mirror.

“Yeah, see ya. Thanks”

“Where the hell have you been?! It’s been three hours!” Charles yelled as Jacob walked through the door of the video store. Jacob could tell by the way he was looking at him that there was something bothering him more than being left alone to fend for himself in a store full of customers. He was noticeably worried.

“Look Charles,” Jacob began, “I said I was sorry about being late and I promise I’ll try harder to be on time. There’s nothing more I can say. Anyways, I was only a couple hours late. “No one comes in most of the time until after 11:00.”

“Jacob what time do you have?” Charles asked.

Jacob looked down at his watch shocked to realize that it was 2:00 in the afternoon!  Unwilling to admit that he had lost five hours of time Jacob frantically searched the store for another clock… The one above the front counter!…2 o’clock!  The one hanging above the game boy display!…2 o’clock! Jacob’s face grew pale. Then he felt his legs grew numb. He felt an intense throbbing in his head and a high pitched buzzing sound. And then everything went black.

“Jacob…Jacob.”

The voice was soothing, not dissimilar from his mother’s when she was waking him from a nap when he was young. But then without opening his eyes, he noticed the voice changing. It was a man’s voice-still soothing, but different. The name he was addressing to him began to change as well.

“Jacob…Yakob…Yaakov…Yaakov, wake up.”

“Wha…Who…Where am I?” Jacob raised himself quickly from the satin covered bed he found himself in. The man standing by his bedside looked strangely familiar, like someone he knew years ago but couldn’t quite remember his name or when they’d first met. Like seeing your first grade teacher on the street years after you’ve graduated high school.

“Relax, Yaakov, you’re safe for now.” The man reassured him. “You had quite a bad spell, but it appears that you’ll be alright.”

Jacob’s eyes began to adjust to the room and the tall figure began to come into focus. “Who are you, and what am I doing here? …And how did I get here in the first place?”

“Oh, Yaakov, Yaakov, you haven’t changed a bit!” the old man said with a chuckle. “Always with the questions with you!”

“Well yeah, I’ve got a couple thousand questions right now! Like for starters, why do you keep calling me Yaakov? My name is Jacob.”

“That’s the name that your father gave you, but you have always been Yaakov to me.”

Jacob stared intently at the old man, trying hard to remember where he had met him before. He was sure that it must have been when he was younger, maybe in Hebrew School. One of his instructors maybe.

“Do I know you?  Have we met before? You said that you knew my father.  What’s his name and where does he work?”

The man looked at Jacob sternly as if he had just said something terrible to offend him.  “Yaakov, you know full well that your father, may his memory be blessed, passed soon after you were born!”

“Then we have met before!” Jacob said, and it was then that he finally began to notice the brightness of the room, as if someone had just turned on a bright light. It was more than brightness. The room was almost flooded with white. The walls, the floor, even the bed and linens were a remarkably bright white!  As well as the old man’s clothes, and even his hair!

“Who are you…really?” Jacob asked almost afraid to know the answer.

“It’s been a long time Yaakov, but I was still hoping that you would still recognize me.”

“I’m sorry, Jacob began, “You look familiar, but I can’t seem to remember where we met.”

Jacob looked intently at the old man hoping that something in his face would trigger a memory. He studied how he stood; completely erect, without as much as a hint of a slouch. His hair was like a long flowing white crown and his silver beard added a distinguishing quality to his appearance. Jacob noted that he appeared to have a confidence about him that he couldn’t explain but envied. Everything about him was perfect. And his eyes! When he looked in his eyes he saw only compassion and a sense that whoever he was, he meant no harm to him and truly wanted to help him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jacob told the old man in his most sincere voice that he could muster, “I really don’t remember who you are, or what your name is. Please tell me who you are, and how you know me…and my father. How long ago did you know my father? When did you know me?”

For a few moments the old man said nothing. Then he looked lovingly into Jacob’s eyes and said, “Yaakov, my precious Yaakov, I have known your entire family since before you were born. Do you still not know who I am?  I am…”

“1…2…3… Clear!!!

Jacob felt a sharp pressure hit his chest. He gasped for breath as if he’d been held underwater and then suddenly pulled out.

“Okay people we got him back! Let’s get to work!”

 

CD Release Concert!

Only four more days until the release of our latest CD, Living In Babylon!

So if you’re in the Omaha area Saturday, April 28th stop in at Cafe 110 to celebrate the release of our latest CD, ‘Living In Babylon’ with special guest, Kyle Knapp. Admission is a $2.00 donation to benefit the Open Door Mission. We also ask that you bring non-perishable items to be donated to the Sienna/Francis House.

Owner Allan Zeeck recently closed his Benson Grind restaurant but you can be sure that he will continue the same family friendly atmosphere and great food that you’ve come to love. So come out and enjoy some great music and delicious food, while helping out some very important ministries to our community.  Cafe 110 is located at 1299 Farnam St. Suite 110 Omaha, NE.

If you’re unable to attend the concert you can download the MP3 version at:

https://www.reverbnation.com/store/index/artist_558766

 

 

 

 

  My band, Accidental Proffit is releasing our latest CD,    Living In Babylon April 28, 2012.

You can listen to sample tracks at https://www.reverbnation.com/jonahreubenmusic 

You can reserve your copy by filling out our CD Request form at http://www.accidentalproffit.com/Our_Music.html

This album was born out of the desire to see revival come to God’s people. I appreciate everyone who supported us on this project and pray that God will use it to further His kingdom and glorify His name.

Below is a promo video I made to better describe the ministry of Jonah & Accidental Proffit.