okay, so earlier this year, my dad brought me into the studio to record one of my poems over one of his tracks. my poem 'speakers' was transformed into something new as i was instructed to really think about what the words i wrote meant to me so i could read with conviction. i was surprised by how detached i had felt from my own words as i read my piece though the mic with headphones plugging my ears so i could follow the beat of the music. my dad told me that most people have trouble following the rhythm however my problem was not that - it was putting emotion behinds my lines. after recording for a couple hours we packed our stuff and went home. that night Eko was born. we listened to the track and he realized that we needed about a minute and a half of new material to fill in the gap of space that now blessed the end of the track. i was again instructed this time half jokingly he suggested i take drama lessons.
i went to work thinking about the sensation of being in the recording studio and the power of reading over music. i took heed of the words my father gave me. i needed to speak with knowledge of my words. i also needed to extend my poem. i began to write and sent my rambling to my dad. it was done.
we returned to the studio weeks later. and that night, i walked away with more confidence, still needing more work. i am a work in progress but always making strives at improving. i will find the confident spoken word artist that is hiding in me and when she is released, you better watch out because i will be fierce.