"HE HAS A WAY OF COMBINING HIS UNIQUE SOULFUL STYLE WITH ROCK, REGGAE, COUNTRY AND BLUES TUNES." (Julie Tavares)

"My work on this recently-released CD is a mix of creative avenues; a multi-thread you follow - and maybe - find your own personal connection!" (Lyle)

Lyle spent 12 months in Las Vegas, then two more years on tour in Canada and throughout the United States. He performed for sophisticated audiences in large cities and for country folks in rural towns – where members of the audience sometimes rode tractors or horses to the theatre.

Lyle’s reviews were consistently excellent. Although touring was strenuous, Lyle maintained an extraordinary amount of energy on stage – the hallmark of a truly professional artist.

The critics continue to praise Lyle’s incredible work – most recently his eclectic new release, “Before 3003, Peace and Tranquility.” Every song on the CD was written by Lyle.

His is an eclectic mix of rock, with folk, pop, blues, and country blues elements.

"This music sounds like nothing else you've probably ever heard. If you absorb the music as it embraces and uplifts you, be prepared to be transported to unknown places." (Julie Tavares, '3003', executive co-producer).

HIGHLIGHTS:

• LYRICS AND TUNES TO ALL CUTS ON THIS CD WRITTEN BY LYLE K’ANG

• NOT A NEWCOMER ALTHOUGH THIS IS HIS DEBUT COMPILATION

• BROWN-EYED SOUL

• CHILD’S PLAYFUL INNOCENCE / DETERMINED POWER / A LOVERS’ PASSION

• MUSIC IS A BLEND OF MULTIPLE GENRES

• IF YOU APPRECIATE WILLIE NELSON, ROD STEWART, AARON NEVILLE, MICHAEL MCDONALD, MICHAEL NESMITH, JIM MORRISON, ROY ORBISON, DELBERT McCLINTON, MICHAEL NESMITH (I said that already), SMOKEY ROBINSON, JOE TEX, ADD LYLE K’ANG TO YOUR LIST OF FAVORITE ARTISTS.

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~ The following is an excerpt which will appear in book form set to hit the stores on June of 2008. ~

Here is an October 5th, 2004 entry from Michael Butler's HAiR blog.
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Michael,

I have been meaning to write this for you.
Clarice, told me that I should because it is a part of knowledge and lasting friendship.

Why I Cry!

Many years ago when we were together, with your visits while we were on the road, then later, no matter what function, dinners or late at night; you remember, I would cry.

Sure, it was loneliness, but it came on with just the right mix of music, alcohol, smoke, and company. Why I cried?

I did not know why then, I just stared to cry. I felt embarrassed at times because I could not control it and I thought I had only embarrassed those that were in company.

Years and months later, and more today than ever, I still cry -
I thought I had a problem. There is a story in Hawaiian folklore that speaks of a God called Ka'ne. His treasure is the water, hence the name, 'the healing water's of Ka'ne'.


Upon arriving in Hawai'i after HAIR disbanded, December 24th, 1972 and after staying with you for a short spell in Rising Glen, I went through chaos, my personal primal screams, and started on a spiritual transformation that had lasted some seven years.

This transformation continues today where I find myself drawn closer to my writing's on business subjects, soon to start and develop my own personal story.

During this transformation, my family and I had unusual spiritual encounters on the Big Island of Hawai'i. We saw many things. Spiritual manifestations, that when shared with the Park Services on the Big Island during a volcanic eruption, we were told, Pe'le has many faces and we are all in
anticipation because she promises a great show!

My crying did not stop even when I found the perfect woman and family of three boys. The Healing Waters of Ka'ne came mostly at inopportune times. While singing at concerts with my auto harp, being alone, or with people.

During the Vietnam era, I served in
the Air Force from 1962 to 1968. When I received my honorable discharge papers I hung around Boise, Idaho for a year or so singing in a nightclub called the Stardust lounge.

My Mom, had called me and asked what I was doing there in Idaho?

- "Won't you come home?", she asked.

She sent an airline ticket. I went home!

I started to ride an XLCH Harley motor cycle, my younger brother, just back from serving in the 101st Airborne, rode a Triumph right beside me. He had his friends that were also Vietnam war
Vets. Mostly we were silent, listening to our engines and the roar of the mufflers, was just good enough then.

My riding gear consisted of my class 'A' dress uniform, a swastika over my
heart, and a real German chromed helmet. We all suffered from a silent rage.

During my time in the Air Force, I was a heating system specialist-taking care of oil fired boilers on the flight line and family housing during winter months. On the flight line lived the pilots' ready to go up in the B-52's at minutes notice, arriving in Guam hours later, then on to Vietnam.

A sergeant approached me and wanted me to help him form an honor guard for the base. He had heard that I was good at calling out commands and cadence. (learned these techniques in the Hawai'i Civil Air Patrol; though I wanted to raise pigeons, my mother
insisted I join the C.A.P.). I joined his group and lent my expertise, later realizing that we together, had formed an extraordinary drill team.

Our main function besides marching in parades in places like Parma, Twin Falls, Kellogg, Boise, Mountain Home, was to bury the war's returning dead.

The correct method of folding the American Flag was practiced repeatedly. We would take turns presenting the flag to widows, children, and kin. It appeared that after several burials throughout the course of several months that ran into a year or more, before my term of enlistment was up, many fellow honor
guard airmen started to hand-off the task to present the flag to me. I did it squarely, with honor, and dignity.

I listened to the bugler playing his faraway notes after the shock of twenty-one guns blasted the silence, shattering the families last hope of dignity, where intimacy was sacred,
now all was revealed. The weeping, gnashing of teeth and wails of torment, no one should see over and over again.

During the coming days and months the frequency of burials and parades escalated. I was now twenty-one years old; came in when I was seventeen. I have not visited this place in my mind until 1969 when I was chosen to play the lead role of 'Claude' in the
Hawaiian production of HAIR.

We later, we found that a theater was not available on the island of O'ahu because of community protests-mostly by the Japanese community. A home eventually was secured for us in Las Vegas for a one-year run at the International Hilton Hotel.

Several scenes in HAIR, were sacred -spiritual in nature that had
the power then just as it does today, to manage to find its way deep inside the psyche and conjure up those burial images and places traveled before; these were well kept secrets.

Now waiting and demanding to reveal themselves; their rightful place lying down beside me, as 'Claude' lay dead on stage. No, it wasn't simple. Images came during the Vietnam War songs, walking across the stage coming for my friends, and just the right amount
of movement by me, I made the images disappear. They managed to come
back heavy, during Mercury and Venus National tours.

When finally, I had learned how to cry, by just letting it happen-it stopped!

To this day- I still cry, the images are gone; I cry over silly things, like injustices, rain forests destroyed, indigenous peoples slaughtered and babies neglected. I run with rage at incompetence, and conscious neglect, arrogance and puffed up egos, and yet I am only human, still trying to connect with my
God to turn righteous anger into works of miracles.

The sad part about all of this is that I have never served in a battle zone. The compassionate nature of the spirit through feelings and imagery is enough for comprehension. I owe a debt to our fallen heroes, spirits who commune,and thousands upon thousands of 'children of the rainbow' who have suffered and continue to suffer in agony without the light of day, never experiencing lasting joy.

Peace my friend,

Lyle K'ang
(c) 2004, 2008 Lyle K'ang. All rights Reserved.
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