DoItoverhere.

My mum said she’d sit with me next to the speaker when I was in her stomach, i guess you could say that’s where my love for music began. I was fortunate to be surrounded by hiphop, rnb growing up ,waking up on Sunday to mums new cds she’d bought to add to her collection, Waking up on Sundays to Erykah Badu or Jill Scott made cleaning the house therapeutic.  

 I vividly remember holding a CD player in one hand, delicately ensuring it didn't jump or scratch the disc.

The sensation of a CD skipping or jumping was equivalent to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, a jarring interruption to the beautiful melodies flowing through my ears.

My sound is raw and like a painting, it gets more beautiful the more I paint.

1991
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1. check the scoreline
2. pass the sticks

DoItoverhere.

Peter Clinton