It was another day in the kitchen cooking up a fine dinner. I think we left the studio around midnight. Was so much fun tracking Whoo Hoo “So Beautiful”. What was even more fun was watching Tamba track the percussion. Stay locked for more clips of the process. Gospel of Romance EP due 2019.
What’s up family? Here we are again working on the EP. We are at Heaven Sent Production Studio with Jonathon Hensley on Drums, my Haitian bro James Jessey Joseph on Guitar, Charles Ryan on Bass and Shurlon “Silks” Patrick on Keys. Stay tuned for more EP is due 2019.
I had the pleasure to re-record my Christmas classic Because of Love with my friends and Contemporary Jazz Saxophonist Elan Trotman and also featuring is Pannist Mikhail Salcedo. The track produced by Michael “Ming” Low Chew Tung of Elan Parle. Do check it out on your favorite digital platforms and help spread the Christmas cheer by requesting on your favorite radio stations.
Hey, family another day at the studio with the crew. Here we are setting up with percussionist extraordinaire Tamba Gwindi. Stay locked for more clips and news about the EP coming in 2019.
Excuse me as I wipe my mouth, I just eat ah food. My sweet “blue” food notes and curried “grays” have satisfied my hunger…till…my appetite growls again. Until I allow the acid to burn the lining called my conscience.
Then I eat a food again. This time a little heavier, left-hand dumplings with some “greens” and some sliced “reds” on the side please, and to wash it down how about a tall beastly cold “50”.
But how long before the acid burns all my conscience away, then, the ulcers one by one appear. Slowly, I cringe at first, bending over in pain. Maybe it was the dumplings, maybe the curried “grays” or the sweet “blues”. I’m… not cer..tain but it pains.
I’ve lost it my birthright, my good name, my character, my conscience eaten away by the food. Food that should have strengthen me, developed my muscles, food has become my poison.
Must I eat ah food? oh yes! but not all food must be eaten.
I shook my purse, dug deep in my pocket
One, two, three, four, five, sense.
Is that making any sense?
How can I live on five sense? Is that even possible?
I’ve done it all my life, but, thinking about it, five sense isn’t much.
I went shopping with my five sense,
I saw my favorite fruit
But I could only watch, five sense can’t buy squat.
Seeing is no fun when you can’t buy.
A five sense budget is, a crime!
The aroma tickles my nose, while passing the bakery mmmmm,
The sign said $10 a loaf,
I smell melting butter, I smell melting cheese
But my nose deceives me
Five sense can’t buy these!
I feel like a captive
Five sense living keeps me bound
Can’t get ahead in living,
Even with opportunities around
Is there another sense to acquire?
A sixth, without seeing death?
Currency, purchasing power, bargaining with confidence
I need a sixth sense
A seventh sense! An eighth sense!
A ninth sense! A tenth sense!
Getting me closer to a dollar, Got me some power!
More than my pocket can hold.
Can’t live on five sense
On my knees…I get my sixth sense
I stand tall, brave, bold…
Written by Stephen John
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Cages, a space where we imprison things we fear.
A space where danger lurks and we can admire its beauty,
From a distance…
From afar off I stare, from afar off I am amazed
Marveling in the hues of colour, in the strength of the captured.
Locked in and chained
Restrained from running free, from flying high
Birds can’t fly free anymore
I’ve clipped their wings so I can gaze at their splendor
While they sing the song of freedom, redemption song.
From a dead tree trunk wishing for green leaves.
Orange and black stripes lurking on the forest floor
Now anesthetized by metal bars and bullet proof glass
Hear me Roar!
Hear me growl, feeding on piece of dead horses instead of hunting
But is it a game that we cage that which is beautiful
Because we are fearful?
We put minds in the cage of education systems
Restraining thought because we fear, we may be wrong
Wrong about origins, wrong about religion, wrong about being right
Wrong about our conclusions.
Minds with music, minds with art,
Minds with supple flexible bodies
Making silhouettes with moonlight.
Minds held back, minds in binds
Don’t question this don’t question that.
Stay in line, march in time
March like everyone else till we’re all blind; walking with cages on our minds.
As we admire the hues and possible plumes of each other
Fearing the beauty of another
Why put minds in cages?
When curiosity is beauty
Exploring the expansiveness beyond the lock and key
Beauty in mental boxes
Beauty in captivity
The systems and traditions we’ve put
To cage our true beauty
Be free, be free.
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