“That’s my back pocket, I read it everyday.”

Our father gave us our first copy many years ago, which we gave to other people, hopefully the cycle continues. I didn’t notice the wear and tear until today. It’s always in my right back pocket of every pants I wear.

A year ago, I remember searching for this CD frantically before work. I went to ever major music store in Downtown Baltimore, failing at every attempt, then realizing I haven’t checked the independent store. Rightly so, there it was sitting on the shelf with three copies behind it. I already downloaded a copy, but I needed the paper cuts, I needed the art work, and I needed the credits. I needed that CD. By the time I went back to my car to unpack it, leaving teeth marks on the plastic because my excitement took over, I realized I’m 45 minutes away from work, and I should have been there 10 minutes ago. I didn’t care. What was coming out my speakers was more important than any unrelated thought.

I need music more than it needs me. Although, some days I feel I have nothing to offer, it never asks me for anything. Doesn’t care if I take it for granted, or neglect it for seasons to come. It’s going to be there whether I have to blow dusts and cobb webs off of it. It mirrors what I believe in, it reminds me what I believe in. It helps me do a job, something I gave my life to. Which is awesome in it’s on right.

I’m grateful. I’m grateful for the artist that inspires me, and the struggles they were blessed with, which always finds me at the right time.

Pure hearts for broken lovers. Hehe I like that. After hour ramblings, I like that too.

Love and Peace.

Boats and hoes. I hope to document the entire process. Dio Sapendo!

It was my birthday last week (April 21st), and for my age, I’m a canceled Fox show.

Here’s some new music from my self; off Mania Music Group’s Welcome to the Sound check EP. Download here.

Happy Good Friday.

Longing to remember my first time behind the lens has been: a fulfilling, a confusing, and a challenging experience. My father was a photographer, in his own right, during his early years in this country. Both my parents have artistic views, which rubbed off on my siblings and I; the fields our hearts desires is that of art, ranging from literary writing to reviving the old masters through painting. Although I have my own shortcomings, my inability to draw a straight line (a little exaggeration but it gets my curvy point across), I always admired cameras and their likeness to the way our minds store and process imagery. The way I see things in my mind, film has a better way of capturing it than digital. Not that I have anything against digital – I prefer the grainier feel pre-editing that film gives. But that’s definitely a discussion for another post.

I’ve been a loyal fan of Yashica since my friend Jermaine introduced me to their Electro 35 model. It needs a little repair, and I can’t wait to document that adventure. My current weapon of choice has been the Yashica FX-3. The interchangeable lenses are a treat along with the exposure LED indicator. Offering extra confidence in those rarely unsure moments. I have tons and tons of film to develop and once I get them back I’ll be sure to share.

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Masabumi Kikuchi or Poo Sun, depending on who you talk to, is one of my favorite Jazz Pianists. I consider this one of those rare finds that you hesitate to share but hate depriving anyone of the experience of discovering something extraordinary. I couldn’t find any of his music online so, I uploaded the song that got the most play in my iTunes.

Thank you for all the music you provided to the world. You were one of the inspirations for Sneak Chamber. I bet heaven is nice. Love and Peace.

I came across this preeminent documentary on my biggest music influence, Nick Drake. Featuring commentary from musician Paul Weller, his sister Gabriellee Drake, and others. A treat was being able to hear music from his mother Molly Drake. Part two, three, four and five after the jump.

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