Happy Birthday: Queen of RnB, modern soul? Or – thereabouts, and a winner with fitting honour. Gospel blood and who-knows? Gypsy wild. The voice. Mary J. One for me. Takes me, as I.. am.

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Missed Armagideon off the list.¹

Others considered me and likewise as, family.

Managed/promoter; Joseph (producer), Devon (engineer) and Chukka Fritz (one of the singers). A twelve-track, ten artists, album; Love Light, (Winston Reedy's track). Best I'd heard in years, old-school, with a new-twist and fantastic, fresh, production.

Blacksteel, ²,who put down the beats (drums and bass) in the 16 track studio at Joseph's South Norwood house. Over two weekends, he insisted on a large fuel-guzzling Ford for payment. When he went on tour, I'd take him to the airport and use the car. The jumbo dice in the front window and red, gold and green screen transfer, got me noticed. Drive around to honks and shouts. And double-takes, "who dat [white boy; locks, giant young, super-model of a German Shepherd in the back.], ...where Steelie?"

Jah Observer, and two bands, east-end and roots reggae, the other, rock. (Names might come to me).

Sarah Gillespie, Jason McNiff, and a couple more acoustic roots' singer-songwriters.

Living in Brockley, South London introduced me to 'Saxon' for two years. On to Brixton, living in the YMCA, Stockwell Road, with office spaces at 365 Brixton Road. Police Station one side, Angel Town, the other. Thereabouts for five years. At the end in Kennington for a year and with the next two, going from streets and breakdown social-wise and as we know, lots follow...

Not my first time, a crisis time. A year or two pacing streets and go 'through the system' and a one-bed flat in the Grove (Ladbroke). There for a decade, when I try assisting one: Niko Dey. Met AJ Tracy once. Twice on the same day, and a phone call that night. Called Sneaky while, sure in person, far from the name and candid. Unusual sense. Sixteen or seventeen years old years old; a 'shotter', selling cannabis. On pushbike, and not 'crack', might add. Funny and instructive on the positive, and AJ-wise. Was, and suspect, has been since. Coming soon. A Re-mix and put up without ADVERTISEMENT...

So... so many, hits so little, time, to quote Prince. Told/didn't go, he said this, before launching into Call my Name, on one of the 21 nights at London arena '07. Some way through the two or three-hour set. ...so little time. Here's a wee something, we ought to let sink in: Credits for Call My Name? Extra Vocals; Stokely Williams, Stan “Chance” Howard & Kip Blackshire. String Samples, Clare Fischer. Recorded At Paisley Park Studios. Released March 27, 2004.

Ladies and gentlemen the undisputed by MJ, Heavyweight Champion of Pop.

Call My Name and Can't make... put them up? Any contenders for a clash? Mind you, doubt they'll be alone. Backing vocals and some string samples and... no one but... God, and the gal/wife, in the bedroom.

Names: Artstree, a mixed-media DIY collective, and Shoutsouth (artist management and promotion). Social enterprise.

Intend to write about, if you can see that I'm not advertising..., the following numbers and every [yet, to count] song.

Ed Sheeran - Take me back to London, JaJa Soze - Menace to a Mogal, RA "Free Stinks"- Daily Duppy, Niko Dey - Tell It, AJ Tracey - Floss (ft. MoStack & Not3s), Doll by Doll - The Fountain is Red, The Fountain is White.

On this score putting comments ³ on songs/channels, I reposted, to make the playlists. Soon Forward (the comment ⁴ that led to Truthscoop happening at all) on the Truthscoop Express.

And back to '98, as MC Vapour on Doing it for the Gram (Episode 2), suggests. Outstanding. ⁵

Make it a round-ten, and a playlist. Wow, and well impressed: Guvna B - Daily Duppy S:05 EP:19 and Hope Dealers - Panorama.

Niko Dey and Tell It is only on Soundcloud, substitute and Optimistic. Beware and Tell it, LOUD. Even if you turn it down. Heard/had, two or three dozen finished beats. Astonishing and all unreleased. A producer with two or three rappers, tough as any around, all sounding, Good As. The history of Hip-Hop in the 90s, West London, Niko explains. Messages banging into our day with fearsome convictions.

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