was the beat, the Beat, The BEAT. Rhythm of the music, Rhythm of the Streets.
Rhythms of the polyglot language of the African Diaspora, rooting in the
concrete jungle of NYC, sprouting through mutations in the toes, and fingers of
all brave hearts, dancing the dance.
A little while ago I was interviewed by Beth Rosen who has a lovely
podcast called Spotlight Radio. She interviewed me about my life, my
past and current projects. She made it a fun experience. I hope you
enjoy it. Read More
As the Sun sets in LA for the last time in 2012, I am writing this,
as a ending and as a beginning. As a closure and as a opening. Good Bye
to the Old...Hello to the New. The cycles of life, death , rebirth.
repeat, until ones death. At least...
The Mayans were right.
Time is a cycle, like the seasons repeating onwards, never stopping,
always moving. Like a never ending dance, at a all night party. But time
marches on as well. One day the Sun itself will explode into a glorious
light show beyond our wildest imagination, only to implode back into
the void, taking the Earth and all the other planets in our solar system
with it. And so it goes. Read More