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Studio Day (Band)

Hey family, thanks for following the story so far. We got in early on this day set up go a bite and then we recorded. We did two track that night. Let enter and see what it’s like while the guys set up. Stay locked for more information as the EP comes in 2019.

Studio Day “Band Session”

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.

Studio Day (Band Session 2)

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.

Studio Day “Tracking Horns”

I am eternally grateful to my friend Jesse Ryan for the amazing arrangements on the horns for the EP. Here we are tracking horns for Whoo Hoo (So Beautiful) at the beautiful GMP Recording Studio in Canada.

Christmas Single Out Now…

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.

Studio Day “Band Session”

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.

Studio Day Tracking Horns 2

Hey family,

We are back at it again. Today we are tracking horns for on of the tracks on the EP “You Me and God”. Trust me this funky track is going to get you dancing. Stay tuned for more clips and info about the EP coming in 2019

Belly Full

Burpp!!

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.

Copyright 2013

Pebbles

Small, insignificant, yup that’s a pebble

Sticking under my shoe, making me so uneasy.

Getting in my sock, just have to get it out.

Pebbles in my pigeon peas…crunch!!!

Stumping my toe…ouch!!!

 

One more pebble causes the well to overflow

One more pebble to block that leaking hole.

 

You can avoid a boulder it’s easy to spot

Pebbles… steups…they’re little spots, that

Get in everything, gosh they’re everywhere

Some smooth, some sharp, some round and kinda square.

 

Smaller than my imagination, yet big enough to stop my engine abrupt!

Smaller than my foot but, if I step too hard then I howl with pain and it’s now bigger than I suspected.

 

Small you think you are,

Small is good. Small can see the big picture more than any boulder would…could…admit.

 

Small beginnings don’t frown on them, small things observe them close.

Pebbles can do boulder feats if we just look.

 

 

 

Copyright S2J2 Publishings 2013

My Body Is/Was A Temple

My body is/was a temple, a sacred place for me
A place of beauty, a space of peace, where I can meet with me
Where God and I would converse, discuss and disagree
Pondering on the universe, ponder eternity.
My body is/was a temple, with wonderfully made
Curves, hips, thick lips and thighs
Six pack, biceps, legs…eyes… behold
A treasured, to respected and honour
As all temples should be
Taking time to feed it, so it would take care of me.
 
My body is/was a temple, but it’s the main attraction
A trophy, a prize on display in the butcher’s market
In pumps and minis, jeans so skinny and bosoms well revealed
A flirt, a beer, a bump and grind
A twist of rum and rind
My body is/was a temple, and it is no matter how I dress
So why does it enjoy being objectified and other times reject?
Pop music says I’m important, because my booty can roll
Drake says because my hotline rings, you better answer that phone
Joe is looking for the subway
And with Joe, I’m happy to go down low.
My body is/was a temple, but now it’s all confused
Temple or savannah… free fares to see it move
It’s eye candy, it’s a treat, come see me by the bar
You pay for the display, of disguised waitresses and waiters.
My body is/was a temple, let’s fight to make it free
Let loose because we can, released from testosterone’s captivity
Keep testosterone as breeders only thinking with one head
Teach them to be lustful morons, yes! pump it in their head
My body is/was a temple, but we’ll soon have to choose
A temple is more than concrete, but a place of worth and value
Where I can be me as designed to be with no disparity
Where light is right and guides my life, and my body, yes this body is his space.
My space
My body is…a…temple
©S2J2 Publishings 2015