DJ TLewis, The World’s Greatest DJ! You Mad?

This episode was personal for so many reasons but this one was for the city. JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI. I was asked why I wasn’t promoting that he was Young Money’s Own Lil Wayne’s DJ and I thought about doing it. Sure, that would’ve gathered more attention, maybe, maybe not. It was important to give the man his flowers while he is here, without attaching him to anyone else. Let’s be real, it ain’t easy coming from Mississippi and reaching the top. T. Lewis is a self made brand and that should…

GetFamiliar Episode 3 D. Horton

This #GetFamiliar episode was different! We got to chat with D. Horton while recording in the studio. The conversation was lovely! D. Horton: “It’s just like me… sitting down with myself and saying “Okay how does this make you feel?” and being honest with it, being transparent I think a lot of people who have been going out fighting and going through so many traumatic experiences from a pandemic to like … (pause) you have to be able to sit down and say, “where am I? What’s going on in…

#BlackLivesMatter: A Trending Hashtag or a Civil Revolution

The black community has always faced criticism when speaking out about the oppressive forces we face in the world. Yet, the music we make, the art and fashion trends we create, and the slang that originated within our communities are heavily used amongst our critics. After the death of Trayvon Martin in 2012, the Black Lives Matter Movement was founded the following year by Alicia Garza, Patrisse Cullors, and Opal Tometi. From the very beginning, this civil rights movement has been condemned by people who say they do not want…

Black (Imperfect) Lives Matter, Too

I gotta confession. I ain’t perfect. Far from it. No matter how much my momma stresses to me that I’m the tallest, most handsome boy/man to ever grace the state of Mississippi and possibly the whole earth, I ain’t perfect. My imperfections are many. I recall this one imperfection when I got intoxicated at a Washington, D.C. day party. For those who don’t know, D.C. day parties are the shit. It’s filled with endless trap music, endless drinks and endless bougie black people, going back and forth over the stresses…