It seemed that if I didn't somehow repeat the process of greatness, and do so immediately, multiple times away to satisfy playlist and binge watch culture, then I "wasn't shit".

After a while I was like "nah this doesn't feel good,_ I don't know if I am finding joy in this".

I would record songs and not release them, obsess over sessions recorded in my home with 30 takes of vocals and wake up only to delete them.

When it began to feel right I found solace in an epiphany that I was not obligated to operate at any other wavelength.

I am moving on a different type of time, and that doesn't expire. -Cavalier For heads of a certain time period of NYC hip-hop, Brooklyn born, New Orleans-based rapper and songwriter, Cavalier was the one that got away.

The outrageously talented artist whose name and reputation preceded him everywhere you went in the scene.

The rapper who everyone knew was so dope that he had to blow, but who never seemed concerned with any of that.

The pretty boy draped in Polo who stole every live show with a feather in his hair and a mouth full of gold fronts.

The cat so dedicated to his own independence that even indie labels stopped trying to sign him and projects came when they came, but when they came they were undeniable.

Cavalier was THAT guy... mehr