10 minutes of freedom in London

Writers Block?

I am too hard on myself

Writers block?

There is no such thing. Well not in the sense that you are creatively flaccid and unable to get it on. Its the complete opposite. More like trying to whizz when completely roused ...

40 Year old Virgin: Steve Carell trying to aim at a toilet

Something else wants to come out, don't force it. We are purposed to create.

Allow what is rousing you to burst forth. You might surprise yourself ...and your audience.

It worries me that some people can experience a 'creative block' for what might be a lifetime, or that I can fall into its cycle and not find my way out. is that possible? nah. its stubbornness really, holding on to things; the human condition.

I'm trying to write myself into the happy chapter of my life when I havn't finished living through some of the dark unhappy ones. I can press my pencil into the paper all I want sending my doodles pages down, but the song I'm trying to write cant get out around perhaps those I need to just let go of

Clearing all creative blocks....feels like an album, or so...

in studio

Read all about it (Pt3) - Emile Sande

You've got the words to change a nation but you’re biting your tongue

You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it, how we gonna learn your song?

So come on come on, come on come on

You've got a heart as loud as lions so why let your voice be tamed?

Maybe we’re a little different, there’s no need to be ashamed

You've got the light to fight the shadows so stop hiding it away

Come on, come on

Chorus:

I wanna sing

I wanna shout

I wanna scream till the words dry out

So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid

They can read all about it, read all about it oh

Oh ohhh oh

Ohhh ohhh oh

Ohhh oh oh

At night we’re waking up the neighbours while we sing away the blues

Making sure that we’re remember yeah, cause we all matter too

If the truth has been forbidden, then we’re breaking all the rules

So come on come on, come on come on

Let’s get the TV and the radio to play our tune again,

It’s bout time we got some airplay of our version of events

There’s no need to be afraid, I will sing with you my friend

Come on come on

(Repeat Chorus)

Yeah we’re all wonderful, wonderful people

So when did we all get so fearful?

Now we’re finally finding our voices

So take a chance come help me sing this

Yeah we’re all wonderful, wonderful people

So when did we all get so fearful?

And now we’re finally finding our voices

Just take a chance come help me sing this

(Repeat Chorus x 2)

First fell in love with this girl in July when I heard My Kind of Love, but this song just opens me up like it was written for me the way how I feel it. 

To my number one fan...

I could O.D. on this cocktail: getting lost in the music, engaging and connecting with you in the crowd. I cant get this high often enough, but when I come down; hop off that stage; lights, cameras, mics all switched off, its easy to take for granted that you're still checking for me.

See I go back to my ordinary humbling life, quietly feigning for those moments between.

I try to get it back. I try to put it together. Pieces of me, scattered all over the floor and walls of my solitude. Melodies wake me from my sleep, I write them down quickly lest I lose them as they fade like dreams. Others have plagued me for years. I tune in to the din of voices in my head speaking over each other incessantly in prose. Thoughts on my chest like an aggressive persistent cough. I need to get it off, get it out...

Where did that come from?

That joy from writing and composing is the gateway drug that's gotten me here...smacking my knees, scratching my elbows, bussing shots through my ceiling with my gun finger, or that finger-snapping you do with your middle finger and thumb together while index finger lets loose (girls that dance 'hot wuk' understand. Men that give it do too). But I digress...

I'm a junkie you see, irrational, here one minute, spaced out the next, but i never stop moving. Perpetually focused and scatterbrained all at once. I disappear, not because I'm not channeling my gifts to purpose. I'm trying to better share them. Bare with me...

I am eternally grateful for all the time you have lent to my dream.

Thank you for helping me to support my habit.

Back in the studio with Kabhir Bonner

10 years ago I officially started this journey in music. After an 18 track demo and plenty cassettes full of deck recorded freestyles circulated among friends, 'Mystory' began in studio with Kabhir Bonner. '2002/For My...'

This is for my ghetto children

Not the ones that's living in it but the ones that's got it living in em 

This is for my warriors

Not the ones that start wars but the ones that's gotta fight the odds

This is for the poor 

Not those that live beyond they means but the ones without the means to live 

keep your heads up ... this ones for me and you 

2002 we gon' turn these grey skies blue 

...And that's how I came out the gate with my first official recording. Fully embracing that I was a British Jamaican yute spitting from my hip hop soul. I turned around and spoke on my environment, Music Correspondent coming to you live from the streets of round town Kingston, Jamaica.

Now I find myself back in the studio with Kabs 10 years later with a focus shifted further forward to the rest of the world, the global marketplace, Jamaica my backyard...

In studio with Keisha Patterson and David Kennedy

Dumb it Down - Lupe Fiasco live

Media Consolidation: The real reason why they repeat the same 20 songs on radio and TV

found this at trueskool.com. Well put!

Images from PAYATTENTION

 

After missing the first installment I couldn't miss the second. Its free All u have to do is #PAYATTENTION.  Inztinkz and DJ Andre Young kept it one-hun'd Hip Hop for the heads and open minded, setting the pace for Shermon Dadz and  Frank Griz to rock the house first.

Been keeping a low pro but had to support with Five Steez performing tracks like Growing Pains from his forthcoming album War for Peace. Proud night for Hip Hop. A healthy gathering, chillin and spilling to favorites from then till now, then Tari Prime capped off the performances for the night serenading the ladies thoroughly.

Inztinkz and DJ Andre Young continued to serve the rap fiends that well cut dopeness into the hours.

See the full photo albums at JAE Magazine and DACX Photography.