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I want to share with you, my brother, a small piece of Black history,
of our history, sir, and it goes like this…
You're smoking again.
How are my girls?
They're okay.
They send kisses.
They're afraid you'll die.
I dreamt that I was about to sing but I couldn't, imagine that.
You'll never stop singing.
Just like that.
And it goes
In the 1600s
When the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena
Lived this story
When here came those slave traders
And Africans in chains kissed my land
Perpetual slavery
Another interview you don't reply to?
That one's for Rolling Stone.
"Who is Joe Arroyo?"
Go ahead.
You answer it. But be honest.
Joe…
Joe is the eighth out of the Negro Chombo's 39 children.
An African prince…
to whom God has given a gift.
But what no one knows
is that it was actually a burden.
Álvaro's had to drag Joe along all his life.
Go on, motherfucker. Finish that shit.
"What was his favorite song
from his repertoire and how did he go about composing it?"
"Rebelión"?
A Black man's cry for white men to dance.
Or your mother's cry
as your father beat her up.
And to compose it…
you went down to hell
and ruined your family.
"When was the peak of his career?"
I can answer that.
It was between 1985 and 1994.
When you released Musa Original.
When Joe was like Pelé.
I like other records of mine better, those have better songs.
Those are just a few odd songs.
When it comes to an album as a whole, admit it, Joe,
Musa Original is where it's at.
Your song about Mary's in it.
I haven't seen her in so long.
Listen.
…Kissed my land
Perpetual slavery
This one.
It's one of my favorite songs.
Come on, my people, make it loud!
An African couple
Slaves to a Spanish man
I want to be alone.
He abused them so badly
Hey, guys…
And beat up his wife
But we're just getting started!
And that's when he rebelled--
Clear the room, guys.
-See you tomorrow. -Yeah, see you tomorrow.
-Bye, Joe. -See you, Joe.
See you, bye.
-Of course, guys, relax. -See you tomorrow, Joe.
Hold on! This is just getting started!
I'll be back in an hour
to have our business dinner.
Don't forget tomorrow's the sound check at the Madison Square Garden.
It's at 12:00.
Here, for you.
Your daughter Tania has been calling all week.
Call her.
Here's the tour contract
and the marketing proposal for you to switch to their label.
And the Times reporter's questions for you to answer.
Same old, same old: "Who is Joe Arroyo?"
Fuck, they trashed this place.
-I'll call the maid. -No.
Here you go.
-It's okay. -Fine. Goodbye.
Hey, this is our first time playing in Barcelona,
the concert is sold out, and you've already turned the place upside down.
There are lots of people outside the hotel waiting for you to wave out the window.
And here you are, having meltdowns, showing off.
What are you doing down there?
Don't be petty, Joe, get real.
And cut out that junkie lifestyle, that's what's making you sick.
Thyroid issues, pneumonia, diabetes.
Not even taking radioiodine made you straighten up.
Are you planning on staying there?
Where's Mary?
Mary's gone.
Been gone for a while.
Everyone leaves me.
I want to tell you something, but you can't tell a soul.
I woke up some minutes ago,
it was dark already…
It's always dark.
And I heard a voice.
It was a boy.
And he was calling me.
"Álvaro, Álvaro!"
"When you finish that song, you'll die!"
And I know which song it is.
I know which song he was talking about,
but I have to write it.
Don't laugh, dumbass, I'm serious.
A boy.
Cut out the crap.
That song…
I really want to do that song.
I'm dying,
and I need…
What do I need?
I'm going to die.
Die?
You're not going to die.
If your brother dying in Panama didn't kill you,
after he was shot and buried like a dog…
you're not going to die.
Do you know what the guys call you?
What?
"The toughest cookie around."
"Tough cookie."
You know what?
There's something I've wondered about for a long time.
Do you remember the Mercedes?
You mean my Mercedes?
Yes, that one.
What happened with it?
Well… it ran out of gas.
Don't play dumb and tell me what you did with it.
The boys and I pushed it up to Teresa's house and left it there.
You traded the car for dope?
Shit.
No wonder you were gone for such a long time.
Time, that's what I need.
To see my girls…
to make Mary come back.
For them to come back,
just like the ships in the bay,
which always come back, you know what I mean?
What are you two doing here?
-A chronic patient smoking? -Take it easy.
Don't you see this is a hospital?
Easy, ma'am.
And you must leave right away, visiting hours are over.
-No, don't leave. -Leave or I'll call security.
Umo, don't leave!
Take care of my girls, Umo!
Umo!
You want us back
And come crying, saying you're sorry
But there's rebellion
In my heart
And I can't love you
Again
You must understand
That we can't just start again
You may stop crying
Because you won't move me
With your tears
Tell her, my heart
How much you suffered when she left
You never understood she abandoned you
And never felt sorry for you
You want us back
But that's not possible
My heart already rebelled
Go back to where you came from
Because I won't love you
Ever again
I don't mean to act like I know better than everyone else,
but that kid spends all day out on the streets.
She's always in a mood.
It's always the same shit at dinnertime.
Álvaro José, cut it out.
Every kid needs their father.
Father? Who needs that fucker? He'd be nothing but a burden here.
Dad will come back.
Come on, Álvaro José, stop that. Take that off, please.
My dad will come back.
No, baby. Your dad isn't coming back.
Your dad is long gone.
He will come back.
With all those women he's got out there on the street,
and all the kids he's got scattered all over,
what's he going to come here for?
That's why they want to kick you out of the choir, you don't listen.
You're exhausting!
The bishop is coming next week
and I want to see you there singing for him, on the first row.
And you'd better come straight home as soon as the rehearsals are over.
No hanging out in the corner with the whores and sailors.
-That's no place for a child. -Such a difficult kid.
But they give me money to buy ice lollies
and I bring that money home.
So now you're the man of the house! All grown-up. No, sir, you're a child!
Understood?
-Yes. -Go on, eat.
-What do you want? -Come on!
What do you want from me? No!
Hello?
Mary!
I love you too.
How are you?
No, I'm alone.
You should see the room they gave me.
It's huge.
Everything is so fancy, I feel like I'm in a movie, baby.
It even has one of those chandelier things.
Yeah, but I kept it off because you know I…
I'm darkness.
You can see the sea, the port…
What? You don't believe me?
Yeah.
I'll see you this weekend.
Hello?
How did you know I was here?
Did you call every hotel?
I'm not going back, Paula.
I made it quite clear that I'm not coming back.
I'll recognize the girls as mine, but I won't go back.
You stabbed my girlfriend! A fucking lot of times!
No, I said no.
I love it.
It still needs work.
But a few others are ready.
But are we going to record that song?
No, no.
If I do that song, I'm dead.
-Let's record another one. -No.
We won't get any more studio hours.
Who said anything about a studio?
-We're going to record here. -Here?
This place is trashed.
This room has everything I need for the LP.
I want it to taste like this, smell like this,
sound like this.
Do you feel me?
Listen.
These are the musicians I need.
Michi González, Chucho Pacheco…
Pantera…
Víctor,
not the Black one, Pelo'e Nieve.
And, of course, Chelito de Castro with his piano. He has to be here.
You want to get a fucking piano in here?
And Chelito, that crazy kid?
And I want Orlandito too.
No, Joe.
Orlando died.
Say what?
Yeah.
We both went to his funeral.
Oh, well.
Don't bring him then.
My love.
I want you to know I understand you.
I know you're pissed, but I need you to talk to me, Mary.
Baby, pick up.
Baby…
I need to talk to you.
Don't leave me hanging like a fucking pussy, Mary!
It's just my very own way to make love
My very own way to love
My very own way to be
My very own way to give
My body and my soul till dawn comes
My very own way to love
My very own way to be…
…Way to love
My very own way to be
My very own way to give
My body and my soul till dawn comes
Writing you a song when least expected
Setting your skin, which can't feel heat On fire with my words
Enjoying that feeling for hours and hours
It's just my very own way to make love
My very own way to love
My very own way to be
My very own way to give
My body and my soul till dawn comes
Bravo!
This song was dedicated to Negro. Thank you so much, everybody.
-Alvarito! Alvarito! Please, come. -Thank you so much.
He'll be right back with you all.
In the meantime… Yes, Alvarito will be right back.
You forgot about a great love
The love I used to give you
I'm telling you now, so you can understand
I've never forgotten you
I, who suffered your craziness
Your flirtation, your indecisiveness
And that man
Had you as I should have had you
And that man
Had you as I should have had you
And that man
Had you as I should have had you
Baby, pick up.
I need to talk to you, babe.
You're leaving me hanging?
I need you.
Mary.
Mary…
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Your pretty mouth and mine
My Mary, do you remember that day?
My Mary, my Mary, my Mary My Mary, my dear girl
My Mary, do you remember that day?
When I first met you
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Oh, my heart is yours
My Mary, do you remember that day?
-Let's add the rhythm section. -Yeah.
My Mary, do you remember that day?
-Again. -When I just…
My Mary, do you remember that day?
The night I ran after you
My Mary, do you remember that day?
The dance we should have had
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Your pretty mouth and mine
Those would be the backing vocals, Joe.
-Okay. -Okay, let's play "Rebelión" now.
-Okay. -We still have to play that one.
Twenty hours and counting.
One, two, one, two, three, and…
And it goes
In the 1600s
When the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena
Lived this story
When here came those slave traders
And Africans in chains kissed my land
Perpetual slavery
Changó, Changó, Changó
What is it?
It's not bad, Pacheco, but I feel like the song drags a bit.
Listen. Something like…
You told me that four hours ago.
Yeah, well, now give it a bit more flavor.
Manchas.
Listen,
I want the trumpet to sound more like…
Tell me.
Let's hear it.
Yikes…
What's with that?
-Now, let's do it right. -Man…
Yeah, bro, but I'm tired. I'll try.
What are we doing here then?
Come on, bro, you can do it!
That's it! That's the flavor!
Good.
My Chelito.
Just look at Chelito, guys.
A kid.
-A kid? -Gifted kid.
And we take good care of him here, don't we?
Yes, that's right.
-We don't set a bad example. -Never.
We would never!
And we teach him stuff.
Look, Chelito, this right here is Africa, not America.
So I want you to do your solo,
and when you do, I want you to kill it.
Okay?
Your solo has to be one for the books.
It's all or nothing.
Just give me a second.
If that's the case, I'll have to do it with both feet on the ground.
Yeah, man!
The kid's got cocky!
There you go.
Let's do this!
Trumpet and solo.
One, two, one, two, three.
Don't you hit her
You abuser, hitting a young woman
-Don't you hit my woman -Because my soul
My soul just breaks
-Don't you hit my woman -Listen
On the beach of Cartagena
Don't you hit my woman
From Marbella, love
Don't you hit my woman
And you can still hear it by the fence
Don't you hit my woman
Spaniard with a black soul
Don't you hit my woman
Because she's to be respected
Don't you hit my woman
The Black man knows it
And so do you
Don't you hit my woman
Pache…
It was okay.
You have to tell the manager…
Let's do it again.
What? Are you insane?
-What? Again? Not a chance! -I'm not made of iron!
Joe, I'm done. I've been playing for 20 hours, look at my hands.
My lips can't take it anymore, they're not made of stone.
We are answering Mother Africa's call.
You talk to her.
You're not the boss of me. You don't give a shit about us.
You lack discipline, my brother.
Because you were never smacked, you never got a good spanking,
your father never beat you.
I think he wasn't even your father!
Don't you fuck with me, you son of a bitch.
No, you're the motherfucker here, you dickface.
This is your shit, not ours!
-Get the hell out of here. -What's wrong with you?
Get the fuck out.
-If I leave, they're coming with me. -Take them!
-Go on then! -We're getting the fuck out of here.
Go! You guys don't get shit.
You don't get Africa, you don't get shit.
-Get the fuck out! -Chelito is coming with me!
Go get musicians from Cartagena!
Go play in the street for the tourists.
Alvi, turn it down.
Hey, you!
Turn it down.
-Where were you? -You won't believe it.
The craziest thing just happened to me.
I was coming here down the corridor
when I smelled something amazing.
I followed it,
and you know the staircase at the end of the corridor?
You go up the stairs and there's a small room.
In there, there are two windows.
If you stand on tiptoes, you can see the London skyline,
it's really neat.
So who was there smoking ganja?
Bob Marley.
Get out, you liar. Let me sleep a little longer.
Such a cool man.
He recognized me. He said he likes my music,
my message, my story.
He told me that his music and mine are different, but that we…
we're both answering Africa's call.
That we're both African princes. That man knows what's up.
-You're such a liar. -Don't you believe me?
Well, you woke me up. Happy?
He told me about a song
about a mother who has to lift her son from the ground
because the police killed him.
They shot him.
Just like that.
Just like it's happening now.
He told me our music is our struggle…
A struggle for peace. That's why politicians…
see it as so dangerous.
I love that song.
Look.
I'm getting his dance moves now.
The ice-skating.
Oh, come here! Be quick.
Here, down here.
-She's dancing. -She's busting some moves.
Hand me that pillow.
I like it when you sing real close to me like that.
So you won't say I'm a liar…
she will be named Nayalive.
Naya what?
-Nayalive. -Why?
That's my favorite song from this man.
-Nayalive Arroyo. -Nayalive Arroyo.
-Okay, but you have to sing to her. -You haven't listened to this part yet.
Let's hear it.
Now that I've met you
-The neighbors will come to complain! -Who cares?
Listen up to what I'm saying
Wherever you go, I'll follow you
For you carry my love with you
The afterglow nights like tonight
Incite you and surrender you To the pleasure of love
That's how my heart in love sounds
When I feel the passion
There are afterglow nights
That incite to love
And all around
Ardor is ignited
They are nights of illusions that
Just like today
Call you
And tell you, "My love
Each day
I love you more"
There are afterglow nights
That incite you, love of my life
Trembling with emotions
You give me your passion
They're afterglow nights that
What? Put that down!
-Like today, like a flame -Why are you still here? You'll be late!
-Say hi for the camera, Mary. -I don't want to.
They ignite hearts
-That are thirsty for love -What?
-Hi. -Hi.
Cut it out.
Me. Me!
Me!
It's just a concert.
We can cancel it if you want.
I know it's his tribute concert,
but Fruko will understand.
Let's do it.
Boys, let's get ready.
I'm with you, bro, you know that.
All in.
One minute to stage time!
Coming!
I'm going to the city, I'm going to work
That's where the pleasure is I'll look for it
I'm leaving behind that garbage dump
That made me hate your way of loving
I don't care what they call me I'm coming to find you
With feeling, baby!
I'm going to the city, I'm going to work
That's where the pleasure is I'll look for it
I'm leaving behind that garbage dump
That made me hate your way of loving
I don't care what they call me I'm coming to find you
Oh, Tania
I'm coming to find you
Oh, Tania
Okay, blondie.
Tell me everything.
It's the same we discussed last week.
"Pursuant to Section 105 of the Copyright Act
and the laws of the State of Illinois,
which pertain to the protection and defense of copyright
on behalf of the defendant, Mr. Alvaro José González
to Mr. Coupé Cloué
to pay the sum of $75,000 for damages caused"…
Let's just fucking pay and get rid of him.
…"in all applicable legal proceedings."
-Are you almost done? -Leave him.
I love how he talks like Nat King Cole.
"Otherwise, the plaintiff will submit the request
to the Honorable House of Justice of the State of Illinois--"
Want an ice lolly, blondie?
-No, thanks. -They're made of Coke.
No, thank you very much. No.
"Otherwise, the plaintiff will submit the request
to the Honorable House of Justice of the State of Illinois
of the United States of America, proceeding to initiate
all subsequent lawsuits."
Why is this lawsuit different from the rest?
Because if we don't settle it, you won't be able to play in Chicago
and the rest of the tour will be jeopardized.
We don't play in Chicago and that's the end of it.
Joe.
Your concert is sold out.
I'm not paying. Besides, look.
This is wrong.
It says, "The appropriation was to the detriment of the work." Blondie!
The work is much cooler now that I did it.
Am I right?
That's true.
I heard both versions and he's right to sue.
But yours, Joe, is much better.
However,
this is not a matter of finding which one's better,
but a matter of abiding by the law.
I advise you to pay.
Blondie,
music…
is born out of God's inspiration.
So, may God pay him back.
Forget about that lawsuit
and accept this souvenir.
WITH LOVE TO COUPÉ AND NAT
So you can laugh in his face.
You're so full of shit. Nat King Cole?
Come on!
Hello?
Where are you?
With whom?
No, with whom?
You're taking too long.
Fuck, baby, you won't believe what just happened.
Some burglars broke in, babe.
No, I did lock up.
Yeah…
I don't know, I haven't really checked, but… Yes, they took things, of course.
Fuck, this sucks.
You come play for the Spanish royals and end up getting robbed.
Come talk to the manager.
Yes, my love.
This one's to make you suffer
I don't have to tell you where I come from
It was just as life intended
Tomorrow morning We'll be just two strangers
Because I never stop Either walking or loving
You don't have to know my path
It was just as fate intended
Tomorrow morning We'll be just two strangers…
-All good? -She's cheating on me.
-Come again? -She's cheating!
Mary's cheating on me!
Joe, don't get started.
Look, it's just that… Just look.
-Let's see! -Come on!
-Hey! -Yikes!
-Give me that! -Hold on!
Stop it. It's personal!
-Steal it! -Let me see it.
That's right!
I'll help you!
-Wow! -Look at this!
No! You said we'd open with "Tania,"
but you started singing "Tumbatecho."
Get real!
Enjoy, Barranquilla.
My Mary, enticing, sensual woman
Charming mouth That can make my pains go away
My Mary, if you weren't mine
I don't know what I'd do without you
I'd make you feel love
If I had a palace and lots of money
At your feet I'd lay them, my Mary
But I am a singer of illusions
All I can give you is songs and love My Mary
Your laughter shatters the glass
Of my loneliness, my Mary
My Mary, do you remember that day?
When you smiled at me
My Mary, do you remember that day?
My Mary, my Mary, my Mary My Mary, my dear girl
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Your pretty mouth and mine
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Oh, my heart is yours, my Mary
My Mary, do you remember that day?
The dance we should have had
My Mary, do you remember that day?
The first time I laughed
My Mary, do you remember that day?
When I first met you
My Mary, do you remember that day?
Oh, my heart is yours, my Mary
For Tatico!
And for Peloti!
Caro, I get jealous of all the guys who come here.
Honey, you know this is what I do for a living.
So?
I can get you out.
What do you need?
Who said I want out?
RECORD DEADLINE, APRIL 4TH
MEETING WITH AGENT, 10:00 AM
Babe, what are you doing?
I can't go on like this. I've tried a thousand times, it won't work.
Your laughter shatters the glass
Of my loneliness, my Mary
Cut it out!
I bet you didn't even write that song for me.
What are you talking about?
You are the one and only Mary in my life.
Stop!
If I had a palace and lots of money
Cut it.
-At your feet I'd lay them, my Mary -Enough. No!
I'm telling you to stop, Álvaro.
But I am a singer of illusions
All I can give you is songs and love
My Mary
Enough.
Stay.
-No. -Stay.
Mary.
Mary…
I don't care what they call me, I…
I'm coming to find you I'm coming to find you
Oh, oh, Tania
Oh, Tania
I'm coming to find you
Oh, oh, Tania
-Oh, when death comes -Oh, oh, Tania
-It doesn't choose the good or the evil -Oh, Tania
It just does the roll call
Of every name written down
It just does the roll call
-Eternal rest grant unto her… -Of every name written down
That's life, son. Come here, baby, come here.
…pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
She was my daughter too.
Hail Mary, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy.
Blessed be Jesus at all times
in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.
Blessed be the pure, most holy and Immaculate Conception.
Dear God.
May God have you in His glory, honey.
…And even though you are gone
You'll never be forgotten
And even though you are gone
You'll never be forgotten
Virgin Mary is very sad
For her crucified son
Oh, she's always crying
Because her son was killed
Oh, she's always crying
Because her son was killed
-Have you been there long? -What do you think?
Music was too loud.
I brought you one of those bottles you like so much.
What's that?
"La bestia."
Sounds like a hit.
-Will you include it in this record? -No.
-Are you trying to kill me? -No.
Not me. The press can take care of that.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Do you remember? You were there that day.
I think it was in Barranquilla.
The show had been delayed for six hours, no sign of you.
I remember people were throwing glasses, tables, whatever was close at hand.
Suddenly, this guy showed up.
He called for a minute of silence for the beloved artist Joe Arroyo,
who had just died in God knows what clinic. Damn!
That was just incredible.
Thousands of people holding a minute's silence for you, motherfucker.
The second time, it was all over the press and on the radio, and I just…
I didn't buy it.
That one was close.
So close.
Turn it up!
Testing, one, two, three.
Merci si ma moi
Mon amour
You made me used to living your way
Me, who have never been satisfied
You taught me a particular kind of love
With your particular experience
I'm telling you now, so you can understand
I've never forgotten you
I put up with your obsession
Your depression, your bad mood
In the end, you found a crazy love
Another puppet for you to control
You forgot about the great love
I used to give you
I'm telling you now, so you can understand
I've never forgotten you
I, who suffered your craziness
Your flirtation, your indecisiveness
And that man
Had you as I should have had you
And that man
Had you as I should have had you
Quick!
All nurses, come as fast as you can!
Defibrillator.
All hands on deck, please. Surgery!
STAIRS
Forgive me.
I don't have to tell you
Where I come from
It was just as life intended
Tomorrow morning
We'll be just two strangers
Because I never stop Either walking or loving
Let's hear it!
THANKS, JOE, WE LOVE YOU
Joe, Joe, Joe!
Come on, Joe!
Let me tell you what my people have lived
Listen carefully Let me tell you what my people have lived
LORD, MAKE US INSTRUMENTS OF YOUR PEACE
And then tell me what it feels, yeah
In the 1600s
Hear my song!
When the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena
Yeah!
Lived this story
When here came those slave traders
And Africans in chains kissed my land
Perpetual slavery
LONG LIVE JOE! THANKS FOR YOUR MUSIC
Hear me out!
Don't you touch her Don't you hit my woman
If you do, get ready for war
Children of Changó Party, marimba and chonta
A fist on your mouth is what you get
If you mess with my people You'll get in trouble
You'll end up flat on the floor
Get ready, the Black has come
Africa in Colombia, no one can lie to us
An African couple
Slaves to a Spanish man
He abused them so badly
And beat up his wife
And that's when he rebelled The handsome Black man
TO JAIME, FOREVER
He avenged his love And you can still hear it by the fence
Don't you hit my woman
No.
Don't you hit my woman
No!
Don't you hit my woman
Listen up, don't you hit my woman
Don't you hit my woman
I warn you, leave her alone She's not to be touched
Don't you hit my woman
Because my fist could meet your mouth
Don't you hit my woman
I'll slap and cane you If you touch my woman
Don't you mess with my woman Because the Black woman has the power
Things have changed They're not like yesterday
If you mess with my people Everything will end up in flames
I'll slap and cane you My woman is to be respected
I'll slap and cane you I'll destroy you with my rhythm and lines
Yeah! ChocQuibTown in the house
-ChocQuibTown, baby -The queen of the Congo
-Rico! -Julio Bagué!
-Say it! -Joe, endless
Don't you hit her
This one's to make you suffer
I don't have to tell you where I come from
It was just as life intended
Tomorrow morning We'll be just two strangers
Because I never stop Either walking or loving
You don't have to know my path
It was just as fate intended
Tomorrow morning We'll be just two strangers
You'll think it was a dream Don't ask me why I left
I have the endless stride of a walker
I was born in a land far away from here
If you are ever asked who your lover was
Tell them he was a walker That life brought here
I have the endless stride of a walker
I was born in a land far away from here
If you are ever asked who your lover was
Tell them he was a walker That life brought here
Mike said it!
What a note!
I go walking
I go walking like this
I go walking
My walker goes singing my song
I go walking
I go singing like this
I go walking
Come walking, walking
Come on, Fruko!
Come on, Joe!
I go walking
I go singing like this
I go walking
And I let my song go with the wind
I go walking
I go walking like this
I go walking
Come walking, walking
Hear me out, Colombia!
Listen to Fruko's band!