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.
Do you remember as a kid making those tin-can telephones? I always found it fascinating that we could create something to listen and talk...
Sometimes one finds themselves in a period of disillusionment, the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be, or...
There are times when the world feels overwhelmingly vast and difficult to comprehend, too large to experience it all. But there are also those...