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The emotional content churning through my veins has its origins in the simple yet profound sound of music. The beating of congas in The South Bronx on Summer nights, gave way to the glorious gospel melody floating from neighborhood churches where Sunday mornings sat enthroned. The progression from Doo Wop on street corners to the "Inner Visions" of Stevie Wonder had me looking towards heaven waiting for the perfect beat with the perfect lyrics. I fell in love with love songs, and young girls… Continue