It was 2005. MySpace was still the place to be. I’d spend hours hopping from profile to profile, discovering new bands, rappers, singers, producers… so many amazing connections came out of this era (shout out to
@nickattheave 👀).
On one of these digital journeys I came across
@meccagodzilla , an NYC based MC and producer with an audio player full of tracks. Always on the lookout for new beats, I gave one a spin, and within 2.7 seconds I was messaging him to take it down. I needed it. It was the perfect backdrop to what I was going through at the time. Tense. Chaotic. Brimming with uncertainty.
My mother was in the throes of her battle with cancer. The spectrum of emotions I was experiencing was unlike anything I had ever dealt with. Frustration. Fear. Disappointment over all the things she would miss. Anger at a world that would allow this to occur and a deep, gnawing sense of powerlessness. I could not help, I could not fix this. I had no control. And so I wrote.
“Tread” was my outlet. It allowed me to indulge in the scenarios racing through my mind as I grasped for anything to help me make sense of what was happening around me. It kept me above water during a time that I thought I was sure to drown.
Forever grateful to
@meccagodzilla for his soundtrack and to
@eric_bobo for his haunting contribution. When I say “this shit heals me” I mean it 🙏🏽
Search “Tread” wherever you stream your music.
Thank you.
-keen
