It was noon, and the members of a small church in Guyana watched a 7-year-old walk to the platform. He was nervous, and it showed in the way that he avoided the eyes of the members in the congregation. His 15-year-old sister, an accomplished pianist, had witnessed her brother’s gift and had honed it into the thing the congregation would now hear. He took a breath, gripped the microphone and looked up to the ceiling. This would be his first performance.
He opened his mouth and the first sounds of his voice escaped his lips. The notes slowly drifted upward toward the rafters- simply and effortlessly. He took another breath and allowed himself to slip into a familiar trance-like state. This was his favorite place, his hideout when the world hurt him, or didn’t understand him- his safe place made up of notes, lyrics, melodies, and chords. In here, nothing else mattered- just his voice and the music. Minutes passed. A thunderous applause erupted. The boy looked up, he’d wanted to stay a little longer and play with the notes.
He was sitting in a tiny New York apartment, deeply depressed about his life. He had been a straight ‘A’ biology student at NYU for two years, but lately studying had become a chore and as a result his grades were slipping. He couldn’t concentrate and there was no one to reach out too… and then, there was that other matter. Life seemed hopeless. Was pleasing his friends and family worth all of this? He was tired of conforming, he didn’t want to pretend he liked studying biology, he didn’t want to pretend he was…The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He didn’t know what to do. He needed a break… a change.
A year passed.
His passion for notes and lyrics was still strong. Music had always carried him high above his limitations and fears, and now he began writing melodies, lyrics, and creating arrangements… his own music. But would individuals respond to his songs?
4 years passed.
The truth began to dawn… in order to find peace, he would have to follow his heart and soul, where ever it lead him. Conforming to the norm wouldn’t do it, pretending to be straight wouldn’t do it. He would have to be true to himself. He would have to follow his dreams, and live his life. With this realization settled in his soul, he sat at his desk and penned the title track to his debut CD- “I’ve Been Waiting for You”.
2 months passed.
Nhojj walked into his recording booth, he opened his mouth and the first sounds of his voice escaped his lips. The notes slowly drifted upward toward the ceiling simply and effortlessly. He took another breath and allowed himself to slip into the familiar trance-like state. This was his favorite place- a safe place made up of notes, lyrics, melodies, and chords. In here, nothing else matters- just his voice and the music.
Music Dish Industry e-Journal
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that Nhojj is one of the most unique and talented artists that I have ever heard. He may be blessed with musical genius: he wields an emotion filled falsetto similar to Maxwell's and vocal arrangements that cover the gamut from funk to Broadway show tunes, and I must also admit, that while holding my 6-month-old daughter, Cara, I was emotionally overwhelmed when I heard the beautiful title tune, "I've been waiting." I realized that I had been waiting for her all my life.
released December 1, 2001
All Songs written, arranged & produced by Nhojj
Additional production by Adlai & Sam Archer
Mixed by Nhojj
Mastered by Discmakers
Photography Jerry James & Nhojj
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