I am dotponder.
I love music. From my first time picking up a recorder in elementary school, I knew it was something I wanted in my life. I've been a proud band geek all my life, marching in bands while growing up in Atlanta and playing classically. I minored in music in college and dove deep on music theory, which I really enjoyed. I also grew up singing in church and gospel choirs.
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I have been arranging musical compositions since at least 2000 when I composed stand pieces and show tunes for marching bands, and started producing with my first M-Audio Controller in 2008. I am heavily influenced by my roots: Southern rap, Classical music, and gospel.
Listening
Albums, EPs, and Singles
"Soul on the Run"
Watching
Wordplay
"Imposters vs. Heroes"
Bridge
Excerpt
Suddenly the bystander wakes up the gunslinger
Teach a man to shoot and he comes back with trigger fingers
Off of the ground still feeling the pain linger
What will he do next? This question’s a hand ringer
Is it an eye for an eye? Or Romeo must die?
Or can I take to the sky? And leave the violence behind?
One thing I know is you can’t mess with me any
More, revive me like Neo, long live a hero
Whether I blow up the house like Django or
Let all the pain go, one thing fa sho is, I’ll
Never pretend to be what I already am
Breakaway shirt and tie, you’ll see who I am
"This is the intro"
2nd verse
Excerpt
I’m just a boy, trapped between two slices of men
that outer man that learned to fake his way through it.
that inner man that fights to break his way through it. That
Outer layer was stale, so I made it a Belgian.
I’m the little black kid with karate kicks again
Kickin’ the beat hard like I’m back to breakin’ boards again.
Peel a layer back ‘is this what you were imaginin'?
The inner man propels that inner boy to dance again?
"Power"
3rd verse
Excerpt
Macro tendencies play out as microindices of aggress
-sive complacency when it comes to my needs. I cry
Out at the offense, and you take offense as I wince under the
Blow and disregard you so willingly show. Telling me
Let It Go, make like Elsa and turn this pain to a
Magic show. Just wave your hands and say the words to be as
Whole as before.
"Synesthesia"
3rd verse
My psychosis is to only see the world in grays. Elevate
Me to a psychedelic land of waves, where my creative
Me surfs while my self expressed is nurtured, love
on my Culture, no energy vultures. In
touch with the kid in me wantin' a way to be in a
Nerd heaven nirvana with flora and fauna from Pandora with
Nayteri and Gamorra discussing multiverse theories
Flying in the Millennium Falcon, just to park at the Batcave in Gotham