I Play Piano And Drums Very Poorly

One Thing About Excellence, It&mac226;s An Exclusive Club. And It&mac226;s Only For Those Who Really Want To Pay Dues To The S--. My Daddy Told Me When I Was A Boy: The Only Way You Can Be Different From Other People Is To Do Some S-- They Don't Want To Do.

I Remember When I Wrote A Piece, "blood On The Fields," It Was A While Ago, It Was About Slavery And About Two Characters, And I Studied So Much Of Music, I Would Always Go Back To The Original Documents, And As Much As I Can Get Original Chants And Slave Chants And Different Type Of Beats And Rhythms And Ring Shout.

The Nerves Are A Problem On Trumpet, Because When You Mess Up Everyone Can Hear It. Just Remember Most People Are Too Polite To Say Anything About It. That Should Calm Your Nerves.

It's Like We're Suffering From An Identity Crisis, And That Identity Is In Our Arts And The Fact That We Don't Find It Chief Amongst Our Agendas To Teach Our Kids Who We Are As A Nation And The Battles We've Had On This Ground And How They've Been Successfully Resolved. We Can't Enjoy The Fruits Of The Labor Of Our Ancestors.

When Me And My Brother Would Go To See Our Daddy Playing, There'd Be 30 People In The Audience. I Was Only 14 Or 15, But I Realised Something Was Wrong.