I rediscovered audio joy and remembered how much I loved making music and recording. Here’s to phase two!

John was definitely a friend. Maybe even a brother. Or the cool rocker uncle I wished I had. Losing him is devastating.

I became reacquainted with Donald Trump, understanding the essence of who and what he really was, in the 1980s when I started venturing out of Jamaica. Though Donald hailed from Jamaica Estates, perhaps the one-time cream of the Queens neighborhoods, the rest of Jamaica was by now a tarnished and crumbling abandoned kingdom of squandered cool founded and surrendered by the very best of African American genius. All that was left was a haunted castle converted to a crack house full of zombies, ghosts, and gangsters.

Due to lack of information about the disease at the time his illness went essentially untreated. Had he more money or access to better medical care maybe he could’ve been more comfortable. Either way, he grew difficult to be around. He had a deficient memory, egocentrism, aggression and compulsive behavior and eventually he was committed to Creedmoor.

We were trying to reprise the lightning in a bottle we created with the song “D.W.B.” recorded by DSM5 on the album ‘Insanity Never Sounded So Good!’ Attempting a hardcore, Hip Hop, street vibe this song at once hits and cringes. Still, it was fun to do and that’s always the point.