Happy Birthday

     It's my birthday.  It is also the 3 year anniversary of my first recorded track.  Three years ago today, I was living in Scobra's studio at the foot of the Hollywood Hills.  Wu Tang Killa Beez came over the night before, for what could be called a very wild recording session.  Due to the 'wildness', this session stretched straight into my birthday.  I had never sang in Scobras studio before, I was just sitting in the corner, acting invisible, and penning what I hoped would be future lyrics to songs.  That's how I started out actually.  I would sit in the studio during recording sessions, and write lyrics to hip hop beats.  Practice makes perfect, right?  RIGHT!
     So the clock tolled, and I turned 19 (goodness, what a baby!... Still am I suppose).  I kept writing, smiling, and nodding my head to the beat.  One by one, the guys laid down their verses.  Christ Bearer, Monk, Irie.  Killa Beez classic members.  Here's where I get real honest:  The gal they brought in to sing the hook... well... it was a wild sort of night.  She had hit her wall, and was passed out asleep on the couch.  As much as everyone tried, there was no getting her up to record.  Suddenly, I was the only girl left standing (or at least capable of standing) in the room.  Everyone turned my direction, and it was clear that they meant for me to take her place.  No one (including Scobra) had ever heard me sing.  Let alone heard what words I might write to sing.  The pressure was on, and to be quite frank, there was not a lot of room for 'ifs ands or buts'.  I was TOLD to stand up and sing something into the microphone.  Luckily enough for me, I had already written a verse to that very beat.  I stood up and laid down my verse in one take.  When Scobra said 'cut', to my completen surprise, the room errupted into cheers!  Holy crap!  I guess they liked it! ? ! It was all so sudden, and dramatic.  What a birthday present!

      Well, that's the story of how I started in music.  Three years ago today.  You can listen to that very moment on the song Vetted.  Just click on the title to this blog, and it will take you to a page with the muzik.
      So thanks to all the true Wu-Heads.  Thanks to the gal who passed out.  Thanks to Scobra for sweating and bleeding out years of underground hip hop to get to where he was with the Killa Beez at that very moment.  And thanks folks, for creating me.  They told me that my birth announcement was a sign posted on the front door of the OK Hotel that said, "No jam session tonight. -Baby".  And so on the 12th day of Christmas, here I am.  I may not be 12 lords a leaping, but I'm one sassy little lady a singing :)

xoxo
-Dion