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The album is smooth in tone, rich in color, and deep in experience. The stories are familar. The contents are the substance of the loves I've had, my dreams for tomorrow, and my reflections on days gone bye.
The album was written, performed, produced, arranged, recorded, and mixed by Cedrick Thomas (track#1 was co-written by Jennifer Rainy).
A special thank you to Byron Thomas. The piano player is incredible. Brother, your contributions are deeply appreciated! You are an extraordinary talent. The world will hear.
Here’s The Album:
The first song, Brand New Day-track#1, is a sweet invitation to a lover, friend, or a special someone to share the moment, the excitement, the expectations that the new day brings. The lyrics were co-written by Jennifer Rainy, a gifted singer/songwriter. The sweet melody features the extraordinary pianist, Byron Thomas.
Track#2, In My Life, is a celebration of love. “The way that you love me the way that you kiss me the way that you touch me when we’re making love.” The piano player is incredible.
Track#3, What You See, is what it is! You’ve got to listen. It’s definitely a party song. Bravado!!!!
Track#4, Enjoy Yourself, is a sensual melody. The chorus is sung in Spanish. A call to romance. Byron Thomas, piano.
Track#5, Young Black Girl, was written for my sisters and all of my sisters carrying the weight of the world.
Track#6, Can’t Make You Love Me. A sad story of love unreciprocated. Sweet and sour.
Track#7, People (all over the world.) “Your love is my love is your love, people all over the world.”
Track#8, We Come Undone. Sometimes things fall apart and the ties that bind us together, come undone.
Track#9, Maybe. In the modern world, we get so busy. We forget to say and do all of the little things that show how we really feel about that special someone. Maybe I'm guilty.
Track#10, Falling. "They say love won't always be new." That's alright, "I'm still in love with you."
Track#11, Everybody. "The people that I meet. Walking on the street. Look beautiful to me. I love, everybody."
Track#12, Way of the World. This song was written just after the "defeat" of the Taliban in the Afghanistan War and the president started to introduce the plan to invade Iraq. Its amazing how the chorus to wage war silenced the whispers to critically examine the policies that created those entities that we wanted to destroy. Now that "defeat" is not so clearly defined and the end is never ending, who will take responsibility?
Here's my story:
I was born June 1968 in Birmingham, AL. In the metro area, I grew up the tenth child of ten, in the small city of Fairfield. I spent many days shooting baskets into grocery carts, playing hop scotch, shooting marbles, and wandering the streets.
My primary residence in my early childhood was a two story duplex. The building was a wooden structure with concrete block columns. It was divided into four apartments, each with four rooms. Each room was a maze of beds to accommodate the men, women, and children who slept there. The address was 6513 Ave G Fairfield, AL. It was down the street from Peter Rump’s Store. Just over the hill to the “black folk’s park,” later referred to Willie Mays Park. And one block from Mount Nebo Baptist Church on the “car line” in Fairfield.
Mt Nebo was a small broken brick structure with chipped steps and sagging floors. The sanctuary held one row of eight wooden benches. Additional seating was provided by the benches lining the walls. On either side of the row of benches, you could proceed down a narrow walkway to the slightly raised pulpit. Behind the pulpit, separated by a barrier wall, sat four additional wooden benches that held the even smaller choir.
I listened to songs of joy, redemption, love, sorrow, and better tomorrows. I watched as all types of spectacles were played out. I listened to sermons, prayers, and speeches. I learned the art of story telling. I heard people, whom I knew to have no worldly possessions, tell spectacular stories, often in song, of promises, dreams, and other lives.
The air on the street was thick with the sounds of Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, Curtis Mayfield, Al Green, and so many more. The stories I heard at Mt Nebo took a sensual form. Their spirituality was charged with sexual energies. The familiarity of hopelessness elevated you from out of personal despair. Those songs became a part of me.
The soundtracks of these environments shaped the lens through which I look. The melodies come from bodies on the street moving elegantly to a sound only I hear. The prose is written in the speech of conversations. I am simply the instrument. Orchestrating and playing the symphony. Capturing the sounds, shapes, and colors and filtering them through my experiences.
I've been living life to a melody. A brown bass line humming in my ear. I wanted you to hear it too!