Before he knew it, he had been vortexed into living a mundane life - at least until the meltdown happened. Suddenly he found himself jobless - by choice - and in a foreign country who’s national language he did not speak. Fortunately, Nov.47 (he wasn’t called that at the time) had made a few good friends there who could help him out during those 6 months. During that adventurous time, he would discover that he was not the songwriter he once thought he was. He was not the producer he once thought he was. He was not the mix engineer he once thought he was. He was also not the artist he once thought he was. He once thought he was a typical black musician creating typically black songs and singing them in a typically black way. Tokyo, Japan taught him something different about himself. It taught him MANY things about himself but the most relevant thing to this writing is that it taught him who he truly was - someone who cannot be permanently matched to any particular definitions or descriptions.
What’s interesting, though, is the broad scope of emotions, opinions, fantasies, scars, failures, and triumphs that he covers. In “Alarm”, an Alternative song, he begins with the lyric “So far away from freedom, a victim of the land”. In “Desperate Love Song”, an A Cappella ballad, he desperately and repeatedly confesses his love to a woman. It just so happens that is the very woman who lured him to Tokyo in the first place. But that’s another story for another time…
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