Production & Arrangement Discography

Kindred The Family Soul 


“Far Away”

“Rhythm Of Life”


“My Time”

Carter Anderson 


“Because You Love Me”

Tamara Wellons


“Love You”

“Smells Like Teen Spirit”

“Your Face”



“The Way You Are”

“Out Of This World”

“Broken Wings”




“Baby It’s Cold Outside”

Kia Bennett



“So Natural”



“Love You”

“Share A Moment Of Love”




“Loving That Man”


Tamara Wellons


“Find Me”

“Behind the Veil”


Her Voice, Our Voices

I am processing Whitney’s death. I will for a while.
I ‘m trying to figure out why this hurts so. It hurts me universally. Why? She is certainly not the first musical icon we have lost. There are so many things lost in Whitney’s passing. Some have lost a friend, a brilliant musical mentor up close or at a distance. Some have lost a living link to the soundtrack to parts of their lives. For us all, we have lost a voice that has shaped the sound of black music in a way that world audiences embraced and appreciated warmly and completely. To me, we have lost another example of a total package of musical and creative prowess that could and should have been an example of what’s right about growing up wanting to sing and perform before the universal audience.

In my life, I have been deeply saddened at the death of 4 other artists for different reasons.
1. Minnie Ripperton. I was a child. Her voice was angelic. “Back Down Memory Lane” was like an omen of sorts. She was ill and she left us. I was sad. I wasn’t sure why, but I was.
2. Phyllis Hyman. One of my forever favorites. I just loved her voice. She respected music and beautifully crafted singing it. She just wanted the world to hear it. I always wanted her to see and know how much her fans loved her and appreciated her. She was so sad and chose to leave. I was crushed.
3. Aaliyah. Too young. Too sweet. She was just getting her career together good and maturing well. Just why…
4. Michael Jackson. I just felt the world never should be without a true, fearless creative genius. When he was gone I felt (feel) we wouldn’t see another perhaps in our lifetime.

Now, dear Whitney… This is heartbreaking. If nothing else, I just didn’t think she’d go so soon.
Like Michael, I feel the world needs her voice. She had the mastery of singing and selling a song to the global audience down to a science.

Personally, I’m recalling freshman year. Hampton U. Virginia Cleveland Hall, F corridor. I’m playing my stereo. “Saving All My Love For You” comes on. The girls from Jersey all know somebody that knows her. Instant kinship with Whitney! Each new video that comes on we look for somebody we “know”. She sang, she won awards, in time, we knew she was our “homegirl” and we cheered her on.

On the radio, the number 1’s keep playing. Is she pop? Is she R&B? All began to agree she can “sang”!
She was a beautiful young woman that knew soul first hand. She embodied it. Her lineage was a solid, proven reference point of what singing is. We heard her sing simple clean melodies with simple clean production. If a singer knows what to do with that kind of musical space then they know how to make the magic happen. Whitney did that. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew when and how to bend a note, put a little “tail” on the end of a phrase, growl, purr, and hit those “licks” and use those “runs” that did complex and colorful dances like many of the best gospel singers on any given Sunday morning! She thoughtfully crafted songs from the first breath to the last. She was the consummate song stylist. That was proven again and again with each song no matter the genre. Who can forget how she “ripped” “The Star Spangled Banner“ effortlessly, in front of millions of emotionally full fans at the 1991 Superbowl, with full orchestra and all of the bells and whistles, placing every note perfectly with the right intensity and expression… And, it became a radio hit! I bought it too! ‘Twas a masterpiece!

It was waking up to that on the radio one morning recently that made me want to write this.
My point is, I’m saddened that the young girls (and boys) don’t hear this kind of voice and voices like the other singers I noted earlier on the radio anymore.
Whitney was universal. What she did was always seen and heard. She was an artist committed to quality and she knew how to work her instrument as well as mold the emotions of the listener by styling what she sang appropriately AND make it a hit! It’s a science! Ask any real singer.

As we still celebrate the proven masters of voice like Patti, Chaka, and Gladys, the next rung of Mary’s and Jill’s and finally a few good young lionesses like Beyonce, Fantasia and Jennifer Hudson we still constantly need to regularly experience the mastery of singing and performance. We should not miss any degree of showmanship, professionalism and songwriting skill.

Why is there less value for great voices and performers? The blame can be placed on a lot of laps:
-The shift of what’s attractive and acceptable to the popular culture.
-The lack of arts and humanities curricula in public schools.
-A changing less “hands on” music industry
-The lack of viable employment and proper education.
-The lack of commitment to artistry.
Lastly, why do we have to lose one to recognize these things.

I challenged people to dig deep to find their creative genius when Michael Jackson died. I now ask singers to truly commit to their craft of singing. Find their own vocal genius. Reference more, copy & mimic less and innovate. Be true and sing loud, heavenward. Let our angels that preceded us know somehow their life and love of serenading us was not done in vain. Keep true to their spirit of musical craftsmanship. The world will fully appreciate your gift, timelessly.

Scraps… or Main course

I had an interesting conversation on race this morning. The discussion was about the positive effects of segregation. Currently, there are still cultures that simply do what they have always done in their home countries which is to cater to there families and their immediate communities. Those cultures survive throughout the various changes of the economic climate. The key here is existing within their community. For instance, The Latin community has thrived providing affordable indigenous foods and other needed items for their communities for years. Before the inception of the current food truck craze, there were pupusa and empanada trucks in many gas station parking lots in their own neighborhoods for many years prior to now.
There is no need for assimilation. They make their money and take it home, grow their families, build their homes and strengthen their communities. Other cultures do the same thing. They bring their established culture from their home countries and rebuild based on their traditions and foundations.
The question then arose, what do black americans build upon? Where did we come from? Yes Africa. But, aside from the African/West Indian/Carribean cultural migration, Blacks in American have a past that still is rooted in slavery and the culture that came with it. Yes, Blacks were instrumental in building the economics and the and the agriculture in America. But, I wondered what else do we have as a reference point to our own culture as we move forward independently now. What is our own culture? Do we build on they idea that we survived on making treasures from the scraps that were tossed out for trash by slave masters? We have been masters of the trades but can we sustain ourselves to exist in a modern-day segregated society. Many Blacks do succeed as others don’t. Is it our desire to assimilate to the standards set forth by those that create an capitalistic economic system that thrives on having 3 economic classes? (that fact is changing as I type) Can we accept that small business are small for several reasons? Do we have the same expectations when we walk into a small Latin carry-out? Why do we compare ourselves with those businesses with long lines of money? Is it that we only respect the generic American pop standards? Do we love ourselves and our cultures enough to have the patience with our differences, our growth in enteprenuership and expansion of our culture?
I’ve surmised, at least at the time of writing this, that there has to be a level self acceptance of our past. We must somehow beautify (at least in our minds) what we have done and what we do, embrace it as our own culture and be brave and bright enough to continue to forge ahead with our dreams. We have to continue to love our people. We can provide the things we love to those of us that love those things as well. We are more diverse than ever. That is the bonus of being American. We can be and do many things.
American is called a great melting pot. I always have felt that it is the individual different parts that make this pot more of a fabulous “gumbo” of people. Understanding our differences and respecting them is far more realistic and respectful even than attempting to erase what makes us the diverse Americanswe are to an undefineable glob from the said American, melting pot! #notafan
Modern-day segregation can work with RESPECT of of other cultures. The Americanization should be all about the economic and cultural respect of all of its parts. We can support each other within the cultures. It will take a government to love the idea well enough to support it. The country will follow. #itismyhope #fatchance 🙂

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