DEFINE A HOME: A stable place where there is no fear, hate, jealously, or abuse. A firm loving group of “family” that stand together even through relocation or tragedy. No matter where or when it’s always there welcoming and constantly communicating even through years of age it cares.  A home that can be made strong enough to stand alone especially when you’re all you got.

BROWN EYED BABY GIRL
I took my first breath on July 27, 1979 on a nice summer evening at a hospital in my home town of Cass City Michigan, blink and ya miss it type small.  Since that first breath life became challenging, rocky, and completely unstable.  My mom suffered from PPD. shortly after I was born. From that moment home was hard to define. Just the first of my many moves I was bounced around between uncles, aunts, and grandparents while my mom was recovering from her illness. After so many months I was back with my parents. This was just the start of a pattern that led to over twenty five life moves.

A CHILD WITH AN ACTIVE IMAGINATION
After that childhood abuse was the main cause of my constant moves.

 I’ll make this part short to spare us both, but when someone is beating on you your mind tends to take you to a different place especially when your life is hanging in the balance. Anything I could dream of to take me away I did. When my parents didn’t believe me, dreams were all I had to give me the will to survive. My family issues continued to plague me even after the rest of the family and the courts interfered. We all need an escape route and my turbulent childhood led me to the one thing that helped me deal with the turmoil and depression, music.

I loved singing along to some old 8 tracks we had. I also was in my church’s junior choir, but my favorite was making up my own stuff. I use to pretend to be in concert performing to trees and weeds down my country road. I used a wooden potato masher for a mic.  After I discovered I was pretty snappy at making stuff up when I was about ten I started putting stuff on paper. I wrote everything not just lyrics, but short stories, poems, even my movie ideas. I didn’t discover my ability to rap until I was twelve. I would freestyle to my friends on the playground.  My aspirations became more vivid that year due to my sixth grade teacher.  He was the first person ever in my life to tell me I could do anything or be anything I wanted as long as I could see it and put my mind to it. All I ever wanted was to do music, rap, write, and sing. This kind of dream was laughed at and I was discouraged for it. Unfortunately that mostly came from my family.  Some people can give you all the values, manners, support, and discipline you need, but when they laugh at the one thing you need support for, like my aunt and uncle did, everything else becomes irrelevant. Then I turned to sports to ease the anger and pain, something that I actually got support for. I still hear that voice in my head when my grandma told me sports aren’t everything though. I then vowed never to give up on the one thing that saved me and gave me the will to survive, the one thing that finally made me complete and happy - Music.

CONFUSION, DELUSIONS, & ILLUSIONS
As the anger began to consume me through all the trauma, I slipped up a lot, but still the madness only fueled my passion to write and pursue my dreams. Coming from the small area that I did, I was clueless how to get started. A broke young teenaged, dreamer that had to learn a lot of patience through frustration. This led me to neglect other things in my life such as school work, and my health. I didn’t care anymore about sports so I quit. Life sucked people are evil and there was no point if I couldn’t have the only thing I wanted.  I felt like I was a worthless nobody floating through life searching for a true friend and a purpose.

Still the main thing that kept me from ending my life was my dream.

SLIGHT HOPE
Then in 2001 a music store opened in my tiny town. A man that worked there gave me some advice and helped me produce and record my first demo. By May of 2002 I had one complete song called “The Epitome”. Almost a 5 minute song, a summery of my life with a glimpse of hope. A year after that I had six songs done. During the writing and recording of the last four I started to change a lot emotionally and physically. I learned to forgive all those who had wronged me both friends and family. Emotionally I finally became truly happy with everything in my life. I learned to deal and heal. Everything and everyone I had ever lost just made me a stronger person so I could move on with my life. It was time to stop wasting my life on the depression. Feeling as good as I did inside, I needed it to reflect outside as well. I started to take better care of myself. I ate healthier, worked out everyday, and gave a damn about myself.

THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE
My life finally fit together like a puzzle when I met with Foundation Records out of Bay City in June of 2003. It was a door I was waiting for to open, a chance to record a full debut album in a professional studio. I knew it was time to tie up the loose ends and do what ever I had to do to get in the door.  I worked a full time job and had great work record so my office was willing to work out a schedule with me to allow time to be in the studio. I got forty hours of work in three days then went to the studio three days. Despite getting little or no sleep I was completely dedicated to my music. Chris and I started in mid-July to turn twelve songs into my debut album. It took quite awhile with our busy schedules, but it was well worth the time.

GUTS & DRIVE
Some may not like this first album, but there is no denying the fact that even if I’m not successful I did what I set out to do for my life long ambition. Not many of y’all can say that. People from my past come up to me and tell me I’m the only person they know that had a dream and actually had the guts and drive to go after it despite all the obstacles of my past. I wouldn’t change a thing in my life. It goes beyond the pain and strife, I’m a stronger, better person. It made me, molded me, and it’s just who I am.

PLANS BEYOND THE DREAM
The first CD was released on July 3rd 2004. I did a lot of shows, promoting, planning and studying. I need to keep working at it as a career if I’m serious, to get signed and make my living. That’s exactly what I plan to do. On July 22, 2005 I flew to Atlanta GA to record two new tracks called "Mysteriously Sexy" and "Lets Walk". We hope to get the tracks digitally released this winter, also with a remix. I'll be back in the studio soon with a new style that will have everyone asking J who? So ya better get ready for a little more J-me! I'll leave ya with that!!!!

Stay tuned.............