The rythmic spirits possessed him from very early on, back in Ikorodu, where as a child he learnt to speak the language of the talking drums. The chaos and tenacity of Lagos city and three older brothers made for a consistency of brutal experiences. It was the time of Fela-'dem kill my mama', Dimka, Shagari. the riots -'Ali must go, Obasanjo must die', coup de tat and the 're-mix' dance.England ushered in another era, the introduction to classical music- the violin, Mozart, Bach, brit-pop and an import of hiphop and breakdancing. The Thatcherites and the I.R.A conflicts, the funk clubs on the street corners of London frequented by the likes of the 'pasadenas' found his rythym shelter.SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I CAN DANCE MY PAIN AWAYFate took him back and forth from country to country, perspective to perspective ,dust to dust, but still an unascertained desire to express himself perturbed. Until a chance visit to a studio concluded in a one line debut, record deal and promo shows. The less said about what ensued the better, but it has to be mentioned that the lessons learnt where invaluable and precipitated his journey to New York.9-11, Bush... and the beat goes on. The internet has made it possible his voice be heard. his story be told. Here now, talking proud, icdbproductions presents the truth - habit
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