Dynamics of the Pride

When Pflames first suggested I write a guest blog for his website, three thoughts came to my mind, in order:

1.    This could be really dope if done right!

2.    Man, I really need to get my website and blog up and running.

3.    Wait a minute…if I write a cool blog, his site is going to get all the attention.  He would reap all the benefits of my work.  That sonofabitch…

I gave him a sideways glance.  See the thing I’ve learned about Pflames is, he’s a lion.  He’s always thinking about what he wants regarding his music and career.  If you’re having a conversation about something, chances are he’s already done his research.  Ain’t. No. Half. Steppin’.  Luckily, it takes one to know one.  I too, am a lion.  As I carefully tucked my ego back away, I once again remembered all the failed collaborations I’ve been apart of, with musicians and artists who weren’t as voracious or clear in their paths.  Times when I was the only roar in the room, or was floating along like a jellyfish with a project that was getting ready to wash out to sea.  The brilliance of the work that I’ve done with Pflames is we both recognize that we are a gestalt.  The whole is greater than the sum of the parts.  Having two lions in the den can be risky, and sometimes we prowl cautiously around each other, wondering if our own desire to be the greatest version of ourselves is impeding on the other or being misinterpreted. 

The thing is, together or apart, we both do it in the name of great art.  Reaching a bigger audience with our vision.  Fame and money look good in dreams, but we get up early and stay late for the work.  Days off.  Days on.  We’ve seen each other aim and miss.  We’ve seen each other light the room on fire.  We go hard for ourselves, and occasionally check to make sure the other is still with us.  When needed, we stop and regroup to push forward as a team.  We do it for the music.  When we do it for the ego, we’ve gotten off track and we’ve lost our focus about creating the best art or touching the most souls.  We do it for the music.  So I can’t be mad at Pflames for being a lion.  I wouldn’t be writing this blog right now or being apart of some of the art that I have if he weren’t, or if he didn’t honor the same in me. 

            Always remember to surround yourself with people that inspire your greatest art.

 From our lion’s den to yours…


That New Ish...

My energy...is all that I'm responsible 4 & I'm cool wit that. I try my best 2 bring nothing but positive vibes wherever I go. At 1 point in time I was bitter about a lot of cards that life has dealt me, but in all it means nothing...holding on 2 dead weight has absolutely no purpose & I can't fuck wit it. My happy go lucky got up and went...but in a surprising twist of fate...it found it's way back as of late. I will never apologize 4 being dope...ever. I hold no grudges against anyone & if there r grudges being held against me...well...sux 4 them...cuz life is too short 2 b petty...I love life and the ppl in it...my time on this earth was meant 2 spread love & joy 2 whomever crosses my path. Y should I deny the path that God set b4 me over dumb shit. Will I have days where I'm feeling less than positive? Most definitely but in the grand scheme of things...life will go on. My kids r happy & healthy...my money is straight...my family...is alive & well...life is good...like not just on paper or on the surface...but the core of my being...is good. I'm almost embarrassed 2 admit how I let so much negativity & dumb shit cloud my vision 4 so long, but u know...it's all part of the growing experience...and I finally feel all growed up...I am only responsible 4 my own energy...but I will try my damndest 2 make my positivity felt in all situations...in all my life's encounters...cuz I good enough...I'm smart enough & gosh darnit...God made me Awesome...so in the words of the greats New Jersey Wordsmith Redman...I'll Bee Dat

Days, Years, Hours & Minutes

Starts. Stops. Regrets. Frustration. Anger. Over the time it's taken 2 bring this album 2 fruition. Various other albums & Mixtapes. Finished demos left on the cutting room floor...& excuses...life. Death. Births. Love. Divorce...time...all wasted...all leading me 2 the here & now. 4yrs removed from The F Word...9yrs removed from Catch My Breath & I'm starting over... Meaner, purer...doper...nobody knows how many times I've mixed & remixed & then rerecorded the songs u will soon here. Songs I've added to and then dropped from shows cuz they didn't hold up like I thought they would on stage. I've made fans...lost fans...the same with friends...as far as the world at large is concerned...I'm a brand new artist...which is beautiful cuz I'm ready 2 work... 

signing on & pledging allegiance 2 the grind

sincerly yours,  

pflames p esquire

The Urban Hang Suite

1 of my all time favorite albums. It's takes me back 2 a great period in my life. I remember copping the disc on sale even at Best Buy on a Friday night. It was a pit stop 4 me and 1 of my boys on the way 2 hopefully engage in some female related mischief...we now had the soundtrack. But I was drawn 2 it because of its cover art which was made 2 resemble an old vinyl album cover...that was dope 2 me. I knew I was digging the single he had out at the time...Til The Cops Come Knocking was a banger so I had high hopes 4 it u know?  

Then I pressed play...& was immersed in funky wah wah guitars letting me know I was welcome...& welcome I was. As a 70's soul loving songwriter I was hooked. From start 2 finish it spoke 2 me in a way that most contemporary r&b was not. Like I love beats & I love the feel of hip hop...but when ur singing 2 me...I wanna hear some soulful shit...not a rapper turned singer...no disrespect. Granted this was when r&b was slowly transitioning into what it is now...which isn't bad I just feel like post 97-98 it became less about substance and songwriting and more about rhyming words & sometimes clever melodies. At least in the mainstream.  It was a perfect example of pure talent mixed with skilled songwriting that was an authentic throwback 2 an era long gone...& this was in 96' imagine how missed and beautiful it is 2 get lost in in 2015