About Me
Sebastian Alonzo Jr. was born in Manhattan, New York on April 29th at 10:07 p.m. A Hispanic male born in Metropolitan Hospital at 7 lbs 5 ounces, in Spanish Harlem. My father told me I came out of my mother's womb with my eyes wide open, ready to explore the world. Days later my mother (Maria Alonzo), Father (Sebastian Alonzo) and sister (Marjorie Zambrano) took me home, where I was raised. I grew up in Lambert Housing, "Projects", a section in the Bronx located on 179th street and Bryant Avenue. It was a place filled with drug addicts, drug dealers, pimps, and prostitutes. Even as a young child I knew about the craziness in my neighborhood and people who lived their. I caught on quick but didn't tell anyone on what I was thinking.
My parents were immigrants that didn't know the English language, at the time. We were the only Spanish people living among predominately, African American's. We were considered as people who didn't have much. We lived in a building that had graffiti, pissed staircases, an unsafe environment to raise children in. But, my parents didn't have much money to get a another apartment, in a better neighborhood. My parents worked in a factory, sewing women's clothing for independent stores. I would describe my parents as hard working people, who worked long hours, at times 7 days a week. I remember my sister and I going to the factory to help my parents because they were exhausted. On some weekends my father would D.J. for parties and other special events from 1975-1988. My father's hobby became a big part of my up-bringing. I heard different types of Spanish music like: Bolero, Cumbia, Salsa and Merengues. We used to go to alot of parties and it was away from the environment too. I also heard other types of music like: Biz Markie, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, Melly Mel, KRS 1, LL Cool J,RUN DMC etc. My sister had me listen to Madonna, Queen Latifah, Reggae, Freestyle and R & B music. When I went to my cousin's house, they would break dance and listen to House music, too.
My school years began at the age of 4. My parents put me in a nursery school and I was an active child. At the age of 5, I began Kindergarten and it was the first and last year I remember being happy in school. In the first grade, I developed a stuttering problem and my feet were turning inward. I remember all of my classmates making fun of me. I felt ridiculed because I was picked on by bullies. At the time, I was a skinny, slanted eyed child with glasses. I was called many things but I held everything inside. My self-esteem did not get any better because my father would beat me. He was very strict and beatings were normal because that's the way he was raised. This torment went on untill the 8th grade, but I still managed to do well in school. But, things changed once I went to High school, I didn't want to get picked on anymore. So, I started fighting, picking on bigger kids,got kicked out of school, smoking weed, hanging with the wrong crowd, hiding drugs and weapons under my bed. I was out of control and no one could stop it. I didn't care about anyone or anything, making my mother cry, time and time again. But, I remember freestyling with my friends and I taught them how to beat box. I would freestyle with them and it was a cypher everytime. Soon after, at 17 years old my friends moved out of the neighborhood. By the age of 18, I got into drugs due to depression and emotional disstress. I felt like I was in the darkside for years, until the age of 21. My best friend Michelle died due to preganancy complications in September 2001 and in Febuary 2002, my grandfather died, too. It was a hard time for me but I was always the 9 to 5, type of guy. I was stealing and hustling at the same time. Also, my relationship of 5 years ended in September of 2005, that's when I thought that my life was over... I began to drink a lot because I was so depressed until DECEMBER 2005.
I woke up in December, 2005 and told myself I couldn't do this any more. I grabbed a pen and pad and wrote and wrote about my life experiences. In January, 2006 I recorded 12 songs in an hour. The engineer was amazed, I dropped my first demo CD in March of 2006. I dropped the second CD in June, 2006. I began to sing in July 2006, practicing day and night, every month. I dropped my third CD in November, 2006 and then dropped,"The Come Up" CD, in May 2007.,My next and last cd to drop is ''The Gangsta Gentleman'' expected 2008-2009 ,its not really my last CD or last music from Chico,it is goin to be a funeral for the ''Old Chico'',until i get signed with this CD,and when i do get signed my past drama and friends that i thought that were friends and family and that claimed they supported the kid, will be buried with the ''Old Chico'',and the ''New Chico'' will be reborn when im signed!,gotta stay focused,get rid of people that doesnt support and move on with my music career which i hope to God he will let me be,i have faith in my music and i will be heard no matter what!,Consistent and Persistent is the ''KEY TO SUCCESS'',.. I have worked hard, holding legitimate jobs to pay for all the studio time to perfect my music. I am determined to make good music and put it out there for the public to enjoy. I believe my music is something new that is not being played today. I have made multiple copies of my CD's and have given them out to people in each borough. I believe and am motivated to make my music be heard all over the world. The words in my songs are real and people can relate to the uniqueness of the emotions. Not only can I make songs that stem from emotion but I can make club/spanish and street music. My songs are honest and have provided me some therapy in my life. The soon to be present CD "The Gangsta Gentleman'', has a combination of everything that people would listen to.
In conclusion, my name is Sebastian Jr. but since the age of 6, my mother called me "Chiquito". My nickname means "small" in Spanish but after a night of helping my father DJ at a party. I remember grabbing a microphone and telling my father to put Slick Rick's record on and rapping to "'Mona Lisa". That's where the name "Chico" came from and what started as something that meant small, I hope to make big.The End
