Music was my gateway into curiosity, a way to express the questions tumbling around in my mind, and to spin a thread to the past to try and understand this life. In my later years of college the real journey to finding my voice began. I was not alone. So many of us were searching for ourselves in the mirror, on a stage, in a recording. Who were we? My friend Dion Isaiah also found a light at the end of a long wandering road of misidentity, uncertainty, and an urge to break free to find himself. The road to finding his voice.
Artists, I think, have the official say on how we’re doing as a people. It’s sort of like a barometer for the state of...
Sometimes one finds themselves in a period of disillusionment, the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be, or...
When we were kids we climbed trees. Now as adults we climb walls, both physical ones and the ones we create. In this season,...