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This is the story of Cosmic Serenity. On a warm dark night in Seabrook, Texas Trill Labo stops by an after hours spot to grab a slice and a beer. When he gets there Lucky Mojo is hosting an open mic and DJ‘ing between sets. After Lucky heard Trill play some groovy jams for the crowd he approached him to join in on a harmonica, and blessed tune jams were made. Right after, Trill looked at Lucky and said, “I fucks wit that, now what you think about this…” and started playing another original rift, and again the boogie was laid down. After that night of playing rift after rift and chatting about music, life and past Cosmic Serenity was forged. 




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Trill Labo – Lead VocalsGuitar / Song Writer

Trill Labo is but an old school hippie, and he has been living the life of a gypsy for quite some time now. With that said he's also an old blues singer with a heart and voice from another era. The name of his band, Cosmic Serenity, and his original songs tell the story of a life of upheaval and hurt but with a message of redemption In Trill’s Words “I was “unwanted” from birth – given up for adoption along with five siblings, all from different fathers.
My great aunt and uncle adopted us, but later lost the oldest three to CPS. My great uncle was Cornelius CR Simmons, a retired scientist and “backyard blues” musician. I remember sitting at his feet listening to him play and sing the blues. After he became bed-ridden, I spent many hours with him talking and listening. When he passed life became much more difficult for me and my siblings. I was an athlete in high school, but it wasn't enough to keep me from running from a bad family situation at the age of 17. Now at 19, I have been homeless at times,lived with friends at times and lived in a long-term foster care group home, which, crazy as it sounds, is where I found my voice. Now I’m living on my own, working and going to college and following my dream of a career in music. Life inspiresme in all its beauty and all its ugliness. My music comes from my life, from nature, and from the Source of life.
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Lucky Mojo –  Vocals / Harmonica / Song Writer / Production

Lucky Mojo is as eclectic as he is unique. With a background as a DJ / MC / Host / Entertainer going international at 20, he keeps most of the other parts of his life close to the vest that he so often wears. He is very evasive when asked direct questions about his past. Often changing the subject to make a joke, tell a story or pulling out a mouth harp and playing a few bars. Then all of the sudden is serious and somber as he stares off into the distance and recants a bit of his story. Armed with an GQ from the waist up fashion, quick wit coupled with the cheesiest corny jokes, a colorful imagination and vocabulary, an unexpected  vocal range and projection and the ability to make a harp change the mood of the room Lucky Mojo is a hype man and a force unleashed upon the Cosmic Serenity stage. Big on production, entertainment and showmanship Lucky is always turning the music being played to a visual spectacle and event in itself. Always turning the crowd into participants in a gypsy like traveling band, he’ll pull people from their seats and have them play the tambourine, shaker , clave or whatever he happens to have in his bag of tricks for the night.

In Lucky Mojo’s Words

 I was adopted at birth. I always knew that. It was never hidden. That is the beginning of a long and difficult to process story that I choose not to talk about here. I’ve been told I should write a book, and honestly I have started one. I’ve done a lot of things, been a lot of places, met a lot of people and had a load of fun. I’ve held an address in Miami, New Orleans, New York and various others and gigged all around the Caribbean all on my entertainment skills, and had the most awesome time doing so in some of the most beautiful places on earth. Music to me is so important; it was my escape growing up. I enjoy all aspects of it. I love the blues, I’ve had a lot of them.

Linderman Family Genealogy~Dubuque, Iowa

705 W. Third Street, Dubuque, Iowa 52001

Home built by E. F. Linderman & Gudrun Ivara (Lund) Linderman

Edward Francis Linderman, 705 W. Third Street, Dubuque, Iowa

Shirley, Jimmie, Dickie, Gladys, and Edward Linderman~World War II~Dubuque, Iowa

Written by Roy Leonard “Jimmie” Nelson, Jr.

“Winter school work done in dining room next to coal burning pot belly stove. Heavy drapes to close living room off. House heated by registers, water circulated by furnace in basement. Coal storage room in basement to be hand fed to furnace. Sometime during W.W. II Grandpa had the furnace converted to oil fed. In the basement there was a vegetable room for canned foods, sacks of potatoes, and bags of sugar, etc…

There was a double sink to wash clothes, and one sink had a wringer. There was a four burner stove to heat copper boiler for washing clothes (hot water). Basement foundation large stones. They were white washed every summer.

Three bedrooms upstairs. Me & Grandpa across from each other, bathroom head of the stairs. Mom & Shirley & Dickie on cot in front bedroom and stairs to divided attic, basement, main floor, and upstairs attic.

Backyard, wall with 2 car garage one for storage & one for Grandpa’s 1937 Buick, 2 door. In the winter grandpa would take battery to basement to charge. He would open the door while he charged battery & run motor for a while to circulate motor.

During W.W. II Grandpa had the s/w radio on all day long so we knew what part of the world the fighting was going on. He got the Chicago Tribune with all of the war locations, etc.

When Grandpa was listening to the radio, reading, he used to roll Prince Albert out of the can. He smoked for years, he just up and quit.

3rd. Street was one of the steepest streets in Dubuque & Grandpa walked it after going downtown to the Stock Market. One day it got his wind, so doctor told him to stop smoking & he did.

Grandpa was a Jehovah’s Witness, a real bible study man. He knew a little about everything, a very smart man.

He did not like kids for years. Grandpa was a very frugal man because money was very tight when he grew up.

His lifetime employment was with the government out of Rock Island, Illinois. He used to cut down trees to use as wing dams to help control the Mississippi Spring floods. Later government dams to help control the floods from Minnesota to New Orleans, Louisiana.

Grandpa worked his way up to barge inventory from Rock Island, the main office still there today. Rock Island, Illinois Munitions Factory, is the only one on the river that still makes our machine gun bullets and bombs.

He got Uncle Arturo “Art” Ayala a job with the Rhode Island office. “Ari” started out sweeping floors & after many years worked his way up to Lock Master – Lock & Dam III- Dubuque, Iowa. That was neat because we could walk the dam to Wisconsin side. Pretty neat to see all of that water rushing through the locks.

When we were young, family and friends would catch a bus up to Eagle Point Park. It was beautiful place with lots of room for kids to play. Beautiful rock gardens, tennis courts, etc. There are several lookout places so you can see this Mississippi, Wisconsin & Illinois & Eppie & Art Ayala’s government house at the Lock & Dam. Good old days. That was quite a treat!

Grandpa turned out to be a very interesting person with contact with a variety of people. Before us kids came along, Grandpa had done a lot of traveling thru the Midwest, and Hot Springs, Arkansas. Surprise for me.

After I got out of the service (Korea period), 1950-1953, grandpa had changed & became the kind of person you’d want to visit with. Lucky me.”