So it has been a while since my last music Lessons post and it might be my most personal one yet I think and it has been the one that has taken me and my dyslexic brain the least amount of time to write but the most amount of time to post. That is because I have been putting almost all my time into Blogger Workshop with Luisa Lion.
The feedback has been off the charts and we are so happy with the course and it is so cool that you guys are enjoying it so much. So go check it out if you are interested in becoming a blogger or just want to look at an amazing landing page. haha Anyway back to the story.
A little bit about Sampha before I get into the juicy stuff
I first heard him way back in the day when he collabed on SBTRKT and this got taken to another level when I saw both SBTRKT & Sampha at the Metro Theatre in Sydney and they were both badass but there was something about Sampha's voice live that was just next level. This was at a stage where I was going to about 3 gigs a week and living in the city, so I was at a point where I was not easily impressed but this dude just killed it.
Anywhere from there I have followed his career and loved everything he dropped but till this album, he had just really been dropping EP's and doing Feats on other people's albums like Drake, Jessie Ware and even Kayne West (Click links to hear his collabs) So long story short it is dope to see him drop his own album and it has been well worth the wait.
Why I love this song:
I was Super unsure if I should write this or not, but I have anyway. Well not yet, but I am going to now. Lol. So I was driving to the gym the other day and I was stuck in traffic, so the action workout pump up music was happening a little early and I switched over to Sampha and was listening to my favourite song on the album (‘Nobody knows me like my mothers piano') and I really listened to the lyrics and took it all in and I got emotional - and I mean emotional! It hit me really hard for some reason and it took me some time sitting in my car to realise why.
It took me back to this place in my life when I was probably between 9 and 12 years old and I was back on my homemade basketball court at my grandparent's place. This was my happy place I loved the hell out of it. I mainly loved it, because I could be whatever I wanted to be and at that point in my life I wanted to be a basketball player and I could create any scenario I wanted. Anything I wanted. I would not only dream about game time buzzer beaters over MJ or Allen Iverson, but I would dream about the life that came along with it: the money, the happiness, everything. It was one of the only places that really let me do that because outside of playing basketball I could not really do much that people would not judge me for.
I could not read or write and I had a heavy stutter and I knew that when I went off that grass basketball course it was to a shitty grind of speech therapy, reading or writing classes. It was really hard work. Everything was a grind back then and that was not even including school. I was never bullied because I was good at sport and I was larger than most of my classmates, but it was just things like being asked to read sections of textbooks out in class and have people feel sorry for me or judge me. Not a lot of people ever said it to me, but I felt it! I felt the vibes and thoughts: "Oh he is going to be a failure or a drop out, or a drop kick."
Nevertheless, I had my makeshift grass court and my imagination and that allowed me to dream and deep down I knew, I had some badass shit to share with the world, but for a while it was meant with those thoughts and my parents even at some points thought I might need to re-evaluate my goals and aspirations but It was one of those situations where I was just like one foot in front of the other. I knew that if I could just learn how to talk, I would be able to fit in so so much better. And I did! I learnt how to talk and now have turned it into my biggest asset I believe in y humble opinion. Reading and writing are still shit though. Just ask Luisa, who has to edit these messed up blocks of writing haha (yup, true doing it right now, it’s getting a little better though - Luisa).
But the 2 main points of this lesson is:
1. Don’t forget where you came from because it makes you who you are today!
2. Dreaming is a skill. Don’t ever forget it. Everything ever created in today's world came from a dream, a thought or an idea and was created by people no better than you.
So dream and find a place that is just for you and nobody else and if you can’t find one, go back to when you were a kid! When I really need to get grounded I head to any outdoor basketball court - it is not as good as my grass one at my Grandparents place, but it is damn near close.
BTW Massive shout out to my whole family for putting up with my through that time. but an extra special shout out to my Nan and Pa Who Built me a basketball ring and allowed me to Destry their grass and anything around it for years and who sat with me and helped me read and learn how to speak every single day after school. You guys are actually the best.
Thanks for reading and if you liked this very personal post - please share it and if you see me around give me a high five it will make my day :)
Here is some more Badassness fro Sampha