I would not hesitate to say that this has been one of the most emotionally draining years of my life. Suffering the loss of the stewards of inspiration and guidance embodied by my Uncle, cousin and aunt earlier this year felt like air being sucked out the sky.
Music has been the last thing I wanted to do. I actually thought of quitting completely. I lost the purpose of playing anything. I couldn’t draw upon anything substantial for inspiration. I made a turning point only when I decided the work would be entirely for them. Those who dealt with me regardless of where I was physically or emotionally.
The hope is that the work brings out the colors. It crosses some of the roads and mends some of the broken bridges that got me here in the first place. I am making the effort. That’s all I choose to control before I turn it over to the winds.