Get To Know [Ep.8]: Lila Ike

This week we have the soulful songstress, Lila Iké. Once you hear her voice, you know it’s her. She really does have a unique sound and style (both in music and fashion lol) I have had the opportunity to see her perform live a couple of times and it is always a joy to observe her stage presence. You would think that she has been doing this forever! Coming through with her old soul, Lila is set to win over hearts all around the world.

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(Lila Ike)

Photo by: Nickii Kane

Why do you sing?

Lila: I sing because it is therapeutic for me. Kinda like listening to music when you’re in a particular mood, but I’m singing.

You were born & rasied in Manchester (rural Jamaica). Best and worst thing about growing up/living there?

Best thing about country life, I feel it is way more healthier than city life, with food coming straight from the ground majority of the time. It is also peaceful and relaxing. On the other hand, there are not much platforms to express creativity.

What was the transition to Kingston (capital city) like for you?

The transition to Kingston for me was very exciting. It was basically the first time I got to be really in control of my life without my Mom being by my side. At first, it was a bit scary but I managed. I got to be a party girl for awhile and then I experienced the conscious community which actually changed my lifestyle positively. 

You’re a part of the In.Digg.Nation Collective (Independent Creative Label spearheaded by recording artiste, Protoje) Take us back to that moment when you first made the link with Protoje?

I met Protoje the first day I moved to Kingston actually. I was invited to his album launch for Ancient Future, which was exciting because this was also my first time seeing majority of the artistes I listen to from the “Reggae Revival” in person. He was very chill and cool, I managed to tell him that I’m a musician and he would be hearing stuff from me very soon. Eventually he did and he loved it!  

What are the Top 3 things you have learnt since working with him?

  1. Time Management
  2. Confidence 
  3. Organization

You released your first single, ‘Biggest Fan’ in 2017. Could you give us some insight into the recording process for this song?

The recording process for Biggest Fan was exciting! It was my first time being in a recording booth as big as a room (laughs) I loved it. I learnt a lot as it relates to the difference between writing a song and performing it in front of my mirror versus laying down the track in a studio.

Listen to ‘Biggest Fan’ here:

You got the opportunity to go on your first overseas tour in the UK last year as well. Tell us about that experience.

The UK tour was amazing! It was my first time there. I had a lot of wonderful experiences, met a lot of cool people and had some of the best naps of my life. Big up Kwest Hotel in London! Not to mention the bunk bed on the tour bus. Magical!

Put your playlist on shuffle and give me the first five selections. Let’s see what you got.

  1. Breeze – Aidonia x Govana
  2. Bout Noon – Protoje
  3. Blessed – Daniel Caesar
  4. Wings With Me – Ini Kamoze
  5. Ex Factor _ Lauryn Hill

In closing, what message would you like to leave with the people?

Love yourself and live life to the fullest. Go outside and take in Mother Earth as much as possible!

Give thanks for reading. Look out for new music from Lila in the very near future but in the meanwhile, check this bad bad bad Dub version of ‘Biggest Fan’ below. (Done by the great, Gregory Morris) Bless up!

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Get To Know [Ep.7]: iotosh

Wah gwaan? *wipes away dust* I had to take a little break from the series so that I could get my school life in order. This is the part of the semester where you start to question your life choices, my fellow university students know the struggles. I honestly felt lost in the world for a day or two but after spending some time with myself and nature, I can safely say that I’m back in the blogging groove now. So, more episodes coming well rapid!

Now to our guest this week. I don’t quite remember how I came across his Soundcloud page but I’m glad that I did. If you want a serving of witty and thought provoking lyrics with a side of head bopping instrumentals, just link iotosh. Speaking of head bopping instrumentals, after hearing ‘foundation.’ by Runkus (one of my fav songs of all time…..yes all time) I just had to link up with io because he is just brilliant.

Put your playlist on shuffle and give me the first five  selections. Let’s see what you got.

  1. Crossfire/So Into You – Needle Paw
  2. U Got Me – Kyraxx
  3. Mantra – Earl Sweatshirt
  4. Right Time – Mighty Diamonds
  5. FEAR – Kendrick Lamar

Name one album that you’ll probably never stop listening to and why?

iotosh: That’s a hard one for me to answer but I’d have to go with Welcome To Jamrock by Damian Marley because it heavily influenced my music and I can listen it right through so many years later and still enjoy it like the first time I listened.

How did you get into music production?

My mom had bought me a keyboard when I was like 6 or 7 and it allowed you to make short songs using 2 layers. So, I’d record a drum layer then other instruments layer over it. When I was in 2nd form, I found out about FL (Fruity Loops) Studio from some schoolmates. That’s around the time I started listening to music heavily, especially Hip-Hop. Back then, I was more interested in the beat than the lyrics and I’d always wonder how producers would chop samples and all of that. That’s when I started producing, but it all goes back to me making short songs on a keyboard.

Now we can get into the instruments you play. I know about bass guitar. You still play keyboard?

Just a little bit. Mostly when I’m recording MIDI (Musical Instrument Digital Interface) score/notes while making a beat. So if I mess up, I can just do it over but I’ve been practicing. I hope to become way better at it soon. I’m still learning guitar as well. A goal of mine is to be able to play everything.

I guess most people would know you as a producer but you have released your own songs as well, When you got into making your own songs?

I would write short songs to the tunes I’d make on the keyboard but I wasn’t serious about it and kinda stopped. I started to take it seriously when I met Kyraxx at boarding school in 2014. He was writing songs and I would produce the beats for them. It was inspiring for me and I figured I should try take it serious and see what I can really do. So, I started producing beats for myself then I’d write and record over them.

One of my favourite tracks from you is definitely ‘foundation.’ by Runkus. Could you give me a simple breakdown of the recording process for that song?

I wasn’t there for the recording session, so I’m not exactly sure what Runkus did when he recorded it. He sent me the vocals and then I added more details to the instrumental according to his lyrics. That’s how the beat changes in the second and third verses came about.

Listen to ‘foundation’ below:

For me, it was after a staging of New Wave (@thenewwaveja) where there was a certain buzz around your name. You felt that same vibe?

New Wave certainly gave me some buzz because it was one of the first times I showed my face and my music somewhere other than Soundcloud (laughs) Only people from St. Elizabeth and Mandeville really knew I made music because I went to Munro and Kyraxx stayed in Mandeville but New Wave brought more Kingston people to my sounds.

In closing, is there any message you would like to leave with the people?

Big up everybody, just live loving. Don’t worry, new things ah forward very soon. 

Give thanks for reading. Listen to more sounds from iotosh on Soundcloud:

  

Butterfly Wings (Short Story)

Butterfly Wings

By: Oshane Johnson

 

 

 

For Sabrina

 

 

She wears tall sleeves over her tattoos of dragons, ladies in cycles of plunge pools and words that run concurrent with infinity. Laying on her back is the image of a butterfly that had grown larger wings since she had been fifteen. She was now twenty-three.

The tattoo artist couldn’t make the body of the butterfly, stuck between its own wings, grow as she did. The wings were much easier to manipulate with his needle of dies and ink. And at twenty-three she still smiled at the sight of her butterfly.

She smiled a smile crescent in shape. It was a grin with a grimace. Her father said she had pain behind her eyes. They were wells dug deep enough to relieve the earth of dark sap. They were much like her mother’s eyes in that way. Much like her father’s in colour and placement away from each other. Her nose was also her father’s but her chin was her own. Her back was also hers to do as she did as well as being her father’s, broad, and her mother’s in shape and her grandparents and their grandparents in texture.

Her mother had died with her eyes wide shut, grey and vacant. She, her mother, was stuck at a distance sitting on a chair her daughter wheeled to the veranda at six o’clock in the evening, on one of her visits to the home. Her mother had enjoyed the sun setting against the hills at a period of her life when her eyes were still full. When they were still full of christenings in spring, baptisms and weddings before the winds fell the ruffling leaves in autumn.

She, the woman’s daughter, took a lighter from the corners of her arm as any magician or specialists in apparition would. She fished it from thin air along with a carton of cigarettes that she had grown to comically refer to as fags. It was an expression she learnt from the pages littered by her giants that were old, decrepit, and fragile English men and women deemed authors.

She, her mother’s daughter, sat under the roof built by bricks slabbed by her grandfather when he was a stone worker and puffed smoke convincing herself that her mother was fine with the wings she had spread. She imagined her mother’s dreams in the trees on the distant hills complaining of the heat, wiping the sweat from her forehead as her daughter wiped the sweat from her eyes that she had convinced herself was sweat before taking another puff of her cigarette. The sweat stung the corners of her eyes before falling the length of her face.

She, her mother’s daughter laid on a bed between four pale walls with a window behind a drawn curtain and sunlight at the corners of the curtain that were above the air conditioning unit, that rattled, with an infant on her chest that she had chosen to give his father’s name. This place she called home.

His hair was his father’s. She imagined her boy’s wedding as she did her mother’s time spent in trees from the veranda. She saw her boy walking down an aisle to a woman in white with a pale face tucked under a white vail. She heard his “I love you” from the congregation said in the way she said it when he laid on her chest causing an ache in her breast as she stared at the top of his head.

For no reason that she could think of she imagined herself with a scar along her jaw. It was one of those blade injuries she saw make those men in the cartoons and movies she watched when she was a girl. Those men that lived there lives at sea and in taverns and any other dark place of dark corners far removed from the social graces of a day’s sunlight.

It was the summer after she knew her mother could no longer dream of the trees in the distance from her veranda. Her mother’s procession was a small one. It was one of black and white gowns, the words of a pastor, car engines that murmured in coming and going and dry eyes that had already done their weeping ever since she had been diagnosed with the Alzheimer’s.

She, her mother’s daughter fell again that summer at work. Her tongue had rolled to that space in her throat, her eyes to that space in her head, her arms were pressed to her sides again and the bones behind her butterfly cricked with every ticking twitch. She awoke to strange faces asking her about her food intake and her stress level while she thought about her son then her mother’s hugs.

Two days after she had fallen she sat in the mirror, as she always did, thinking about killing herself. She thought of it hurting less than the spasms in her butterfly before thinking of her mother’s hugs gain and eyes, before they were dead. She thought of buying another gun and hiding it in one of her drawers again. She thought of this time her mother not being able to find it. There would be no hugs this time, no weeping for a corpse that was still as colourful as a bright morning covered in dew and no one would be called anyone’s “big butterfly”. She thought of her wings growing pale as she did.

A loud shrill sound broke her contemplation upon flowers with dew on them. She found herself in the mirror with more painful sweat falling from her eyes. Her son was crying. She made her way to the bedside before taking him up and laying him on her chest. She laid there staring at his head.

Get To Know [Ep.6]: The Grei Show

“You can’t spell bussweh without US & WE so let us all bussweh”

– Me

This quote was definitely inspired by our guest this week.

What initiated your choice to get into music production?

Grei Show: People at my school were passing around the installation file for FL (Fruity Loops) Studios 5 or 7, that’s a production software that can record vocal tracks and make beats. So, I thought I’d try it since my friend who was in university at the time had it on his computer and it was lit to me. I haven’t stopped using it since then.

Name one album that you’ll probably never stop listening to and why.

That’s really hard but I’m gonna go with the album that I’m working on right now. In 30 years, I’m going to listen to it to remember these days and how I was thinking. The future is the past. It will be like reading old tweets but better.

Most people know you as a producer but you have released singles and an EP as a recording artiste thus far. What made you choose to go into that direction and did you have any hesitation with releasing your own songs?

I have so many songs, I’m always making songs. In the 9th grade, me and some of my friends wanted to start a rock band and that’s the first time I remember kinda writing a song, my Dad made fun of it (laughs) but I’ve been a rockstar since then. People used to always call me an artiste even when I used to only make beats because I was so fresh. Sometimes I would even join in the freestyle sessions that I usually orchestrated. It’s hard to release songs for myself because I’m still insecure about my mix but I have a strong team working on me with this project so I’m actually eager this time around. 

Put your playlist on shuffle and give me the first five selections. Let’s see what you got.

  1. Kione Zaire – Dancehall Just Get Nice (UNRELEASED)
  2. Eugy & Mr. Eazi – Dance For Me
  3. The Grei Show – Bed Time on the Beach
  4. The Grei Show feat. Blvk H3ro – Surrounded (UNRELEASED)
  5. Nutty O – Buggati

 

Cool cool. I’m looking forward to the upcoming project. What’s the story behind the name, The Grei Show? At first, I actually thought it was the name of a band. 

(laughs) Yeah, a lot of people think I’m a band but I’m just one man with a plan. At first, I used to go by Jusy Grei in High School and I got that name from MSN Messenger. We were always trying to come up with cool user names and one time my avi was an eye and I changed my username to Grey on some emo shit, then I changed the spelling to match the eye in my avi. People think I derived it from my real name but I realized that that was a thing later on.

The “Show” came in my Twitter days when I found out a lot of musicians went by the name “Grei” so I had to switch it up and people used to say I tweet like a show so I just worked with it. I started to take music a bit more seriously at that time and made a couple beat tapes under “The Grei Show” name.

One of my favourite tracks from you is definitely ‘Kush & Schweppes’ by Blvk H3ro. Give me some insight into the recording process of that song?

Kush & Schweppes is the first complete song Blvk H3ro and I&I created together, this was from even before the locs. The basic idea for the beat was fusing Reggae & Trap. We did this in 2012/2013 but we didn’t release it until 2016. We did many recordings, many mixes and many versions of the beat. There is even one on my tumblr somewhere.

Listen to ‘Kush & Schweppes’ here:

In closing, what message would you like to leave with the people?

We are the people and we know what’s up, even though see through your eyes. We have our own eyes.

That’s where we end our chat with ace producer, The Grei Show. Interesting chat lol.  Give thanks for reading. Check out more sounds from Grei on Soundcloud:

LOVE/LUST/RED (Short Story)

Today, we have a short story submission by a young Jamaican writer. Let me know what  you think.

LOVE/LUST/RED

By: Oshane Johnson

 

I read a story today of a woman that was murdered by a cutlass being wielded by a hand. It was the hand of an arm that was attached to a shoulder. A shoulder made hard and strong from years of turning dirt under the cool early morning sun. Under morning lights as dark as night till the mid-day rays would crack his back like the tip of a whip. The shoulder was connected to a chest with a beating heart that pumped hot red blood along arteries and skipped at the mention of the woman’s name.

Above his chest was a neck that had a throat that swallowed more than his fill of saliva the first time his eyes ever saw the woman when she was still a girl sauntering about the street. Her hands were wrapped around the arms of other girls in school uniforms that had skirts with breadths unflattering to their figure and length to their ankles. He said her smile made her the woman in the red dress while the rest wore plain black gowns.

His eyes were on a face that had a nose that kept the girl’s scent. Below his nose was a mouth that had whispered on a night as bright as a day the words “I love you” in the shape of a nervous, drunken, slur. Below it all were his shaking legs that fell to their knees after overhearing what his mouth had said. His brain that had very little to say reminded him of the secret that he had kept in his pockets for days leading up to this night. His hand fetched it from his right pocket. It was a box. A small, red, suede box with a diamond ring his sister had chosen the day she followed him to nearly every jewelry store before choosing one. Before choosing the right one.

His fingers were petrified as they took hers in hand and began to slide the ring along hers. The ring that said more than whatever clever thing his brain could ever tell his mouth to say. As his fingers met hers pushing the ring up her slender narrow thing, her digits became excitable. It was as if they were convulsing. “You nervous?” The question sounded as faded and distinct as the final echo after a barrage of echoes bouncing off the face of a mountain range. It was the question her brain asked her mind as simultaneously as her eyes that were above her nose that thought the night smelled a bit unsettling due to the blossoming red poinsettias, followed his smile from the curl at the corner of his mouth, down his neck, down his arms, down his hands that held her fingers so delicately as if he was already an uxorious husband on bent knee coaxing the ring up her flailing fingers.     Her fingers had hands with moist palms and an arm connected to a chest with ample breasts. Beneath her breasts was a heart that also pumped hot red blood along arteries that was now pounding hard enough for her ears to hear. About their heads were the sounds the night. The girl’s heart’s concerto clanged against the night’s nocturnes which was conducted by anxiety, crickets and a plane plying through stars above their heads. In the small distance that separated both their eyes floated the picture of her dissonance. The picture that she was convinced was nothing more than a mirage.

It was the happy unreal thing that the girl’s mother had prophesied would come to pass and come again. The girl’s eyes remembered watching the soap on her arms being washed away by water being rung from a rag. The water from the rag was held by her mother’s hands. It wasn’t until the girl’s hands were big enough that they started washing themselves. They also washed her own face that was called “beautiful” everyday by her mother’s a well as from the mouths of passersby. The girl’s legs could now manage the strain of carrying the thighs, hips and bosoms of a woman rhythmically to the patting of clicking heels that drew the attention lustful gazes. Her ears started receiving the comments “you’re beautiful” and “you’re so pretty” so much that her ears would sometimes forget to send the rhetoric along to the brain.

This was until the day her ears overheard the words from lips that had a handsome face. Below the handsome face was a muscular neck. Below the neck was a chest with a heart that she heard throbbing after eavesdropping with her ear pressed to his chest during a long hug as she was fully immersed in his strong arms. They were the arms of a chest of broad shoulders. This impressive figure stood on legs that never wavered once when the words were said from lips to her ears that made her lungs forget to breath.

For once in the woman’s life her heart spoke for her. The red thing that pumped blood had grown a mouth with a tongue and a brain for itself that was capable of saying “Mommy I love him.” Her heart screamed it for all ears of passersby to hear. The mouths of the overhearing herd congratulated, murmured or snickered but from where the girl’s feet stood, smelted into an island made of gold her voice could honestly and wholeheartedly curse back “I do not care!”

One day as a consequence of fast paste right before the lefts the mother’s feet found the doorway of her modest home much earlier than her usual hours of returning from work. Her hand that developed a tremor as soon as it wrapped around the knob twisted and pushed the door open. With the thud of the door the familiar sounds of her homes creaking roof and dripping pipes came flooding into her ear. With more right before lefts her feet ventured toward the kitchen while her eyes scanned through the utility bills her hands had fished from her hand bag. Her ears realized however that the sounds of normalcy coming from her house was being displaced by an unfamiliar sound. It was the sound of stifled laughter erupting from the bowels of a man that had caused her daughter’s bowels to no longer be dormant either. They both erupted together while their asses were affixed to chairs in the dining room.

Mother’s heart hugged itself and gave her that warm feeling that fought off the chilling breeze that her mind had let into the pit of her stomach. She saw the smile on her daughter’s face match the one equally as warm and bold as the handsome stranger that sat adjacent to her “beautiful” daughter. After dinner the handsome faced man that had reactivated her daughter’s bowels left with well wishes on his lips and her daughter’s lipstick on his neck.

After dinner the girl’s eyes streamed tears that the mother had rewritten as blood in a dream that very night after the chilling feeling in her stomach had overturned her heart’s warmth. The decision was already made. Her “beautiful” daughter will leave that man and marry another man that would never get her bowels to erupt as it did or legs would be as unwavering as his was. But this man would have a strong back that would support her mother’s worn bones that ached all the more when it was cold.

The beautiful girl’s obligation to her mother’s wishes, the man on his knees before her and the image of a man her mouth had convinced her eyes through a mirror resembled a life that would not be suitable was reason for her fingers convulsing at the thought of wearing the ring. Eventually the girl’s fidgeting fingers calmed to a slight tremor. They settled enough for her legs to put slow left before rights on an overcast day down a long carpet so her mouth could say “I do” and her mother’s lips would kiss her forehead.

But the beautiful girl’s heart could not handle the strain of immovable unhappiness. She met the boy that was now a man again and again under the shade of banana tree leaves on her husband’s grung that was a five-minute walk from the house and one minute run to consume each other wholly like the mad ants did the overhanging branches of the Star Apple and Guinep trees. This lasted until both their hearts had swollen with courage. Enough courage that the woman’s voice could break loudly and wildly under the man’s thrusts in hers as well as her husband’s bed.

One day the beautiful girl’s husband left before rights lead him to his home’s door much earlier than his usual return. His ears were then assaulted by the gasping breaths of tiresome bodies working to appease each other as if they were each other’s deities. His eyes then justified the noises as his arms flung the door open. From her back the woman saw in her husband’s eyes something that only God was privy to. And that was the time and place of her death. She and her concubine stole into God’s secrets for only a minute. All three hearts stopped before the arm of her husband swung the cutlass painting the inner walls of his bedroom and bed sheets red.

The man’s arms overcome with grief and hate dug holes beneath the shade of the house and buried the two non-pulsating things that he cleaved from their chests leaving the carcasses behind on the stained bed. His hands then tied a knot in a thick rope that he hung above where he buried the hearts that no longer housed warm red blood. His neck broke in the noose, his strong arms fell to his side and feet dangled in the wind above the dead things he sewed next to his home.

The journalist writing the article asked a question at the end that stumps me still. It goes “Was it the cutlass, the arm or the man’s heart that painted his bedroom’s inner walls red that day?”

Get To Know [Ep.5]: Zosia McGregor

In 1982, a wise man sang these words, “Big ship sailing on the ocean. We don’t need no commotion!” Fast forward to 2018 and the Big Ship continues to sail. Bruh, talk about LEGACY! This is, Zosia McGregor.

Why do you sing?

Zosia: I sing because music on a whole is therapeutic for me. There’s always a song to fit any situation, good or bad. I find joy in just driving and singing songs that come up, they might have an old memory attached to it and it genuinely makes my day better. Also, I sing to be that voice for those who don’t have one, for those who can’t seem to find the words to say how they feel. I sing because that’s my way of getting my message (which is love) across to those who will hear and listen to me.

Take us back to that moment in time when you realized that you can actually sing and you love doing it.

Oh wow. That goes waaaaay back. I’ve loved singing as long as I’ve known myself. From watching Disney movies and musicals, and dancing/singing in my room, bathroom etc. but to do it at home is one thing, on stage is a totally different playground. My mother auditioned herself, my little sister and I for parts in ‘The Wizard of Oz Live’ when we were children. We all got through and got the opportunity to dance and sing and I remember having important parts in the play because of my ability to do both so well at such a young age. It opened up a lot of opportunities for me and I fell in love even more from there on out.

That audition was in the Cayman Islands?

Yeah it was. Cayman Drama Society.

You grew up in Cayman. What was life like in the Cayman Islands?

Life in Cayman was…. okay. My family and very few friends made the experience worthwhile but apart from that it wasn’t anything amazing. It was just okay.

Alright, let’s move to the land of excitement. Some people might not know but you actually went to the Edna Manley College of the Visual and Performing Arts, for Drama. Tell us about your time at Edna and why didn’t you choose School of Music?

I studied Drama in Education for a while before deciding that I was wasting my time living someone else’s dream and not my own. I didn’t apply for School of Music because I studied it in High School and I felt like that was enough at the time. I must confess, music isn’t the easiest subject and I was a bit intimidated by it. My time at Edna was like a Telenovela. A LOT happened. Even though I made the decision to leave I cannot deny that it was a place of major growth for me.

Put your playlist on shuffle and give me the first five selections. Let’s see what you got.

  1. Kelissa – How Many More
  2. Celine Dion – A New Day Has Come
  3. Rihanna – Woo
  4. Akae Beka – Like Rhyme
  5. Aphex Twin – Avril 14th

Other than being a part of the Big Ship family, you’re mostly known for your prowess as a background vocalist. I was first introduced to you on stage as a memeber of the Old Skl Band with Runkus. How did that link come about and was that where you started as background singer?

That link with Runkus was made through Facebook. Even though I’m mostly known for doing background vocals for Runkus first, I was actually doing them for Ras-I LONG before that. It’s just that Ras hadn’t fully come out as an artiste yet.

You have been on tour with the band in Europe a couple of times. Share some of your most memorable moments while being on tour.

Haha there are sooo many. The first tour we did took us to Rototom Sunsplash (in Spain) where I saw Jah9 on mainstage. For me, that was an exhilarating and inspirational moment to be able to see a woman from Jamaica, like me, rock a crowd of THOUSANDS.

Riding bicycles and taking trains throughout the Arnhem.

Experiencing a few culture shocks like Outside Showers, where both male and females showered (no barriers blocking ANYTHING) and deciding we would only shower at night because no one could see us. (laughs)

That’s wild. Wasn’t it even colder in the night?

Yes in Netherlands, definitely! It dropped to as low as 2° and everyone was fretting. I just pulled out a bottle of Red Wine. Red Wine never fails.

I’m actually really glad that I got to chat with you today (International Women’s Day) because you released your first single, ‘Pretty Girl’ on this very day last year. Give me some insight into the recording process for that song.

Yeah time is flying! That song started out as a letter to myself. Back in 2014, Ras-I had a session for a song called ‘Jah Will Never’ and the instrumental kinda hit a soft spot. I asked him if I could record on it just for me so I could have the song to listen to on my my own and he said yes. We recorded a Demo with harmonies and everything and years later I decided that the world should hear it too.

Listen to ‘Pretty Girl’ here:

What should we look out for this year from Zosia?

Look out for new singles and my EP!

Ooooo nice nice. I’m definitely looking forward to the vibes. In closing, what message would you like to leave with the people?

Above all, be true to yourself. If you cannot put your heart in it, then take yourself out. This is something that I tell myself daily. Also, live in love!

That’s where we end our chat with Zosia. Give thanks for reading. Look out for new music from Zosia this year but in the meanwhile, check out the official lyric video for ‘Pretty Girl’ below.

Get To Know [Ep.4]: PalacePikney

This week we have another member out of the REM Collective. Meet music producer, PalacePikney. Check out previous episodes with other REM Collective members, Yanah and Khari. 

Put your playlist on shuffle and give me the first five selections. Let’s see what you got.

  1. Heart Don’t Stand a Chance – Anderson .Paak
  2. 8 – Willow 
  3. Africa Must Wake Up – Nas and Damian Marley
  4. Cold – Stormzy
  5. Where This Flower Blooms – Tyler, The Creator

Yooooo Distant Relatives is such a classic album.

Palace: It changed my life fam. My entire perspective of life was different after listening to it.

Name one album that you’ll probably never stop listening to.

Good Kid, M.A.A.D City – Kendrick Lamar

That’s a classic right there. Are there any Jamaican producers you see as role models?

Stephen ‘Di Genius’ McGregor and Don Corleon. With a lot of respect to the older producers who paved the way but when it comes to those two, their work really stands out to me.

What initiated your choice to go into production?

Well, I was encouraged by my younger brother to get into production seeing that all he saw me do was listen to different genres of music and he had started writing music at the time as well. However, I didn’t start immediately after he told/begged me to, it actually took me at least 2 years to actually start trying it out. Then I was encouraged by Brandon (@Mck_Supreme) and Khari to continue and here I am today still working on my craft.

You play any instrumentals?

Not as yet but I’m currently teaching myself to play the keys so in due time.

One of my favourite tracks from you is Leno Banton’s Destiny. Give us a simple breakdown of the recording process for that track?

Well Leno and I were chilling and I just started to work on something. I didn’t really have any direction when I started. After I got the melody going, Leno started vibing it and gave me a few pointers as to what could be added. He started writing and if I remember correctly, the song was at least 75% completed. I bounced the track to him, he took it home and continued to work on it. A week or two later we got to recording it. I was present but Mck Supreme was the one that got the recording done. Working with Leno is really cool still because he knows what he wants to hear from himself in a session. Affi big him up for that. It was a really great session.

Listen to ‘Destiny’ here:

In closing, what message would you like to leave with the people?

Always follow your dreams and make sure God is at the forefront of it because really and truly, we can’t do it alone. We need our friends and family and God will make sure that the right friends and family will be there to help us get to where we need to be. Just continue pushing zeen. Big up to REM and every creative out here doing their thing. Bless up!

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