I feel like I was writing as I was learning to talk. Writing was always a go to form of communication.
I don’t know if I ever told you this before, but you’re the only one I ever waited for this long.
Each individual’s success as a solo artist is pretty much a win for the whole team.
It’s just really about trying to do whatever it is I do at a level of excellence. That’s really all I’m trying to do while I’m here.
I won’t touch on risky, because that’s subjective. People are just afraid of things too much. Afraid of things that don’t necessarily merit fear.
We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor – got her master’s with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.
The idea of recognizing your strengths and using them in as versatile a way as you can is cool to me.
With my art, it’s the one thing that I know will outlive me and outlive my feelings. It will outlive my depressive seasons.
I booked my first studio at like 12 or 13. Somewhere in that season of my life, singing along with the radio became me wanting to be on radio, you know.
If it brings me to my knees, it’s a bad religion.
Some people focus more on sonics. Some people focus more on story. I focus on both sonics and story.
My grandfather was smart and had a whole lot of pride. He didn’t speak a terrible amount, but you could tell there was a ton on his mind – like a quiet acceptance of how life had turned out.
Of course awards matter.
It’s cool to be recognised by your peers.
Excuses are the tools of the weak and incompetent. They build bridges to nowhere and tunnels to nothingness... Those who excel in them seldom do in anything else, therefore, there are no excuses.
Whatever you do, never run back to what broke you.
If you could see my thoughts, you could see our faces.
Feelings that come back are feelings that never left.
I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension. You say we’re small and not worth the mention.
Remember life, remember how it was. Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here.
Your Hard is Silence, Let your success be your noise.