Hip Hop Thighs #17 - Lyrics - Ike Reilly

Ike Reilly is an American singer-songwriter, musician, and writer as well as frontman and founder of the indie-rock band the Ike Reilly Assassination. Reilly was born in the United States Naval Hospital, Great Lakes, Illinois and raised in nearby Libertyville, Illinois where he spent his childhood. Reilly graduated from Libertyville High School where he excelled in cross country. Reilly graduated from Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where he majored in Theology. His first creative writing and musical expressions began in middle school when he started writing songs and became adept at playing the harmonica. He began playing the guitar in his teens and formed his first band, "Captain Budget and the Loan Sharks," while a student at Marquette University. Following college, he trekked around Chicago and Milwaukee fronting the band, The Eisenhowers. Reilly formed the band, the Ike Reilly Assassination in 2000 and has been a regular on the alternative rock scene throughout the United States ever since. Reilly was signed to a recording contract with Universal Republic Records now known as Universal Music Group in 2000 where he released the critically acclaimed CD Salesmen and Racists. Reilly left Universal in 2003 and since then has been releasing music on the Rock Ridge Music distributed through Warner Bros. Records. Since 2001, Reilly has released six CDs and is in the midst of completing a seventh with a target release date of Fall 2013.

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