Walking on Berry Street
“Turtle can't walk if he nah push he head outta he shell.” is an old Creole saying.
There’s a story behind everything, here’s mine.
It was raining. And yet there I was standing in the middle of the night, holding four dinner chairs and a rocking horse.
This relationship was over.
How I felt that night initiated my writing.
I knew that creating headspace would automatically create room for growth and love.
I wrote a song with Guido, a friend and musician from the band Chef'Special.
It was about faith.
He told me I had to consider approaching Chris & Jesse, these two producers he recorded with in Brooklyn, NY.
We met one night in Paris. We talked and I told the story about the rocking horse and how I endlessly had this track called Broken Again on repeat, a song by Pharoahe Monch. This song literally helped me heal.
It was like magic when I heard they produced this record I’ve been listening to for the past two years.
I got a call the following month…
“Could you come to New York?”
So happy to be able to do this. I landed, took the bus and wandered the streets of Manhattan. Six hours later, I was lucky enough to find myself a room.
And just like that, I traded my Amsterdam life for a loft with roomies in Brooklyn. So grateful!
By the way this is Greasy, my landlord’s Queen cat.
Thanks to my friends, old and new, I felt at home in this vibrant city; kind of like how Amsterdam feels to me.
The recording studio was located just off Berry Street, which I had to see as a sign.
Because that makes all the sense in the world.
This Biggie Smalls action figure toy reminded me of my teenage years as well as my childhood memories of Sunday School hymns on St. Maarten.
We worked hard but also went out for a beer or two : )
There was this strong energy in the room and they were so kind.
I think this record captured that energy, can’t wait to share it with you…