Personal Narrative: Being Born Black

Being born black in America you are promised two things, persecution and a sense of rhythm. My mother tells stories of how as an infant i would love car rides because car rides meant family time and the loud boom baps and humorous style of hip hop from the early 2000’s. Of course practically every infant around a stereo is going bob and dance as a baby does but the way my mother tells it I was the most rowdy of the bunch and would babble my best impression of song lyrics to the top of my lungs.

Growing up the youngest in a small trailer with a large family of up to 7 living under the same roof at a time of 1100 square foot trailer you learn to never share your secrets and work for everything you want. I have accumulated 4 math credits with
Singing in the choir, learning from the drummers and organ players I fell in love with the different grooves and sounds of different instruments. I joined percussion in junior high and with countless hours of practice and lots of tough love from Mr. Jones, my percussion instructor, I learned and practiced with about 20 instruments. The switch between instruments was almost like second nature earning me first chair in a class of about 40. Once in high school I began looking for a way to turn doing what I love into a career and my interest in music producing and engineering grew into a burning passion. Working with different artists and learning how to produce, mix and master vocals with various softwares, using different midi controllers, plugins etc has taught me many different ways to find sounds i like and turn them into art. Receiving recognition that thousands of human beings have taken the time out of their day to listen the art that you created is the best feelings in the world. Giving people something to relate to by painting a lyrical picture from a blank canvas is immortal. Henceforth after hours of online research I decided to try and take my skills and elevate them to a level where they are needed in society as a vital piece of the vastly growing music