True Talent is Valiant

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Just wanted to start this post off by showing you a clip of one of my friends, and fellow artists, Ryan Leslie. True talent, is a rare finding these days. Finding someone, who can sing, rhyme, play the instruments, make the beats, and keep it all fresh is one hell of a chore. But its one thats sure not to bore. Just wanted to give you all a taste of what I do everyday, and of how what you love to hear is made. Shout out to R. Les.

Now, all that aside, its time to take you for a ride. What sparked my interest in respecting talented musicians is the radio, and a long walk I took down the street to be honest. Turn the radio on , and when im not on, it seems that all you hear is cussing, and fussing, no emotion, no humor, no rhyme, no good lines, just rushed lyrics, I don't even want to hear it. Yet somehow they get a slot on the 5 o'clock jam, or the hot 7 at 7, that drives me crazy, hearing wacka flocka talk like hes got a mouth full of food on the radio. Some times you do too much, a few of wacka's beats are tight, but don't quit your day job you cant spit, and sure as hell can't sing. Anyways, I got side tracked again, been one of those days.

The other day I was in the studio, trying to write a new hook for a song, but I wasn't feeling it. The air was stuffy, piano needed tuned, mind racin, couldnt stop pacin. So I stepped out for a minute. I walked down Boylston for a while, sat on a park bench, and listened to the new song on loop. Trying to see if a stroke of brilliance would hit me, but all that hit me was a crowd of people. I posed for a few pictures, because I didn't have a pen on me, and tried to find a new place to post up.

I ended up on the corner of Boylston and Tremont, right outside the MBTA, and I heard this tired dreary old voice, singing the man, Ray Charles, himself. Hit the road Jack

"Oh woman, oh woman
don't treat me so mean,
your the meanest damn woman that I ever seen
Well, I guess if you say so,
Ill have to pack my things and go."

He had his guitar case open, with little in it, but what appeared to be a homemade CD of his and maybe no more than 5 dollars in change. I took out my wallet but all I had in it was 50's so I threw a few in. He stopped playing to thank me but I told him that's not what I gave him the money for, keep going. I started to sing with him, clappin, stompin, and snappin along. We sang a few songs more, and stopped to go get a drink. His tired old voice couldn't take for than a few songs at a time, hes obviously been doing this for a while. But why I wondered, when I turn on the radio, I hear so much shit. This mans voice competed with mine, he belted the highs, rumbled the lows, crooned and swooned like Ray himself.

We stopped into a local joint, grabbed a drink, and shoot the shit for a while. It eventually ended up with a few more drinks, a few cigarettes, but then a feeling inside both of us couldn't be contained anymore. The music in the joint got louder, and both of us started humming along. True artists, not a word needed to be said, the music was saying all we needed. We ended up going back to my studio, My producer wasn't too happy, we smelled like Hennessy and cigarettes, but when we got in the booth all worries were gone, and again the music took over. Recorded a fire hook be ready for it.

I recorded with a homeless man, but I would prefer that every day of the week over some fake musician. True talent is what this industry is all about. I found true talent walking on the street. Everyday this talented man  sings his heart ad soul out, on the corner of Boylston and Tremont. Not only is it valiant, but its true talent.

Frequntly heard, but seldom listened to

Whats up family, friends, fans? This is Sterling Jones, the one and only, you all know me for my music, but now its time to get to know me. I'm frequently heard but seldom listened to, like a class your sittin' through, magazine you flippin' through, window that you peering through, well here I am, Peek-A-Boo. Check back for updates on me, my label, my life and times, and all of the craziness that includes. This is the real Sterling Jones typing, not some intern at the office, so I know your gonna book mark this, you'll be jonesin' for some more Jones. Keep on keepin on, and keep on keepin it real, you know I will. Sterling out