King Rhythm will never be satisfied with the norm. Music goes too deep for him. He will never stand still. So many styles, so many sounds to choose from. Indulging in years spanning 62 and 78 is a lifetime of work, homework and preparation are necessary. There's too much culture ignored, too much sound abused, and too many minds taken for granted. The mass dumbing down transmitted through FM frequencies does the DX7 a disservice. OS upgrades give him a warm fuzzy feeling - time stands still during reboot. It's now, right now, when enthusiasm sets in. Bouncing off walls and freestyling because the possibilities are endless. Never content with a standard patch or over the counter sample CD, sound must travel at least A/A/D/A, ya dig?- dusty fingers and mildew smell, the whole nine. Yes, the ever prevalent love is digging. Can one ever have enough? No... the key might be behind that very next one.

Son of Nun is being watched. The powers that be have forced him to disclose information that is not profitable to their existence. He must act quickly because he know's his time is limited. They are tracking him as we speak; tapping his line, planting cameras, and positioning spies right around the corner. They don't like what they hear. He spreads his message through rhyme (aka truth to the youth), yet cats can't crack the code. A few understand what he's saying, these individuals pose the real threat. The majority doesn't understand, but they know his words are fire, ready to burn the very foundation that has put them in control today. The scribe is almost complete, "soon, very soon!", he screams. Bob Marley lyrics loop over and over in his head - "Would you let the system make you kill your brotherman? No, Dread, no!"

(Biography Last updated 29 September 2003)