Sounds like? Man...Hate that one.
Listen for your self.
Kinda like if Jack Johnson had done a lot less surfing, lived half his life in New York City, half on a cattle ranch in North Idaho and Preferred a chairlift to paddling out.
Eclectic Soul Music. Lyric and groove driven acoustic pop.
Holla at your haystack boiiii!!
From the time I was born in New York City I've been on the move, spending time in NYC, upstate, Jamaica, Idaho, Spokane, more NYC, south Florida, southern Connecticuit, touring slowly across the northern U.S.A, down to California, stints in L.A. and San Diego, across the south and back to Queens, Brooklyn and back to Idaho. Dizzy yet? Huh. I've seen 24 countries playing in most of them. I've been planting seeds. Little friendly sleeper cells. I've been soaking up human nature. Experiences have translated directly into my songs. I don't sit down with my instrument to write hits. The songs grab me, sit me down, stand me up, shake my ass or make me cry and if I'm lucky one might be a hit. Either way they all hit me.
I grew up listening to James Taylor, The Beatles and The Wings, Stevie Wonder, Prince, Al Jarraeu, Bobby Mcferrin, My Dad and Mom, then moved on to Hall and Oats, More Stevie, Beat Street, Jimmy Cliff, Michael Jackson then Jeff Buckley, Seal, Alanis, Tracy Chapman, Radiohead, Jellyfish, Tribe Called Quest, TLC, Babyface, STP, Pearl Jam, Chris Cornell and on and on. I put it all in my head and heart and my soul, lived life and all the while spit out my own little concoctions. I have a wonderful support system of friends and fans that are always helping to keep me up. Until now I've been under promoted and over extended but now it's time to reach and expand to you, if you like.
Listen. No, really listen. This music is real. Evolved feelings spinning into song.
Life being lived again. Hurt being felt and dealt with.
Planting seeds, bearing fruit, struttin' down the street in a dope zoot suit.
Innocence, glitter and rainbows, Drugs and gutter shows.
The pouring rain allows you to make castles out of mud.
What's right, who's wrong, all put to a certain soundscape.
Vocal clarity, harmonies, smackin' snare drums and thumpin' basses to shake your windows and contort your faces. Can you tell that this ain't ordinary?
Sick of the processed sounds of the music shoved down our throats on commercial radio these days? Cookie cutters beat up and left dead in the gutter with the rats that have no talent for giving direction.
"Hey, just put the vocal through the auto tune machine and cut the bridge in half." My A$$.
This is real. The truth is that I, Cristopher Lucas, could quit today and/or die and Cruxlife vol.1 would always represent what is 100% me. I would die happy too. Is that selfish? Yes it is, but is anyone else Cristopher Lucas? Nope.
I've always wanted to create, in full, pieces of art. All of the songs, sounds, recording, packaging and merchandise I have created for both you and me.
This usually peaceful and smiling young-ish man really hopes that you all love this record and listen to the many subtle parts that equal one larger movement. I believe there is a lyrical message to all of these songs that is worthy of a little deeper thought. The world is a vast and scary environment; trails in early life can kill you or make you the strongest person who ever even dreamed to live. Cruxlife travels through a life from almost vengeful re-birth to a peaceful rise to what's next. It's my most complete work to date and I hope it's dateless. If it so happens that you think that this is all a bunch of junk then go join the Dim Light Parade. I'm through with you. til next time at least.
noun ( the crux)
the decisive or most important point at issue : the crux of the matter is that attitudes have changed.
heart, essence, central point, main point, core, center, nucleus, kernel; bottom line.