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Artist: knowjuander
Album: A Kid Love, beta | Download
Info: Project was completely produced by knowjuander for Genius Kid LLC. Album features “Memories,” a song originally recorded by Raymond Scott, and a vocal feature by Jarell Perry on “Determination.”
The spirit of the record is carried on the thought that when we were all kids, we truly experienced unadulterated love. The feelings we possessed as children were the most authentic. So the title implies that the work in full is the most authentic expression of (love) for, in this case, undoubtedly, hip hop that could be shown. The usage of “beta” as a suffix on this project has more than the mere meaning that this project is in a user-tested phase. Loosely, though, there is the desire for those who pick up this project to try it out, try to understand not only the material, but the artist also. Moreover, to try to give the same energy to their crafts, whether it musical or not.
Personal highlights of the record are “This Long Keep On” and “Determination,” as well as the powerful brag-swag track, “Drummer… A Little Bit.”
From the production angle I would definitely highlight “A Little Bit… More,” as it may have been the most difficult of the samples to chop that were used to create the soundtrack of this lyrical outing.
Personally, I feel that I shine on “Painting a Still,” which is my favorite of all the songs, “Determination,” being second. Combined, this project is more than six months of production and a season or so of actual writing and crafting songs in various settings and sittings.

Note: This is not a review. This is my “shameless plug-outlook” on where this album came from.

This Morning Alone from know:juander on Vimeo.

This Morning Alone
Video produced by Kid Beta Films/Pad Seven
Short was done with a Canon FS100 and was cut in iMovie.
I went B&W cause I like the feel. This short is a simple day in my life when not at work.
Workload: est. 10 hours
Song “This Morning Alone,” produced by know:juander
Contains elements of “I Don’t Know About You,” and “Alone (Reprise),” by Wee.

I’m kind of easing into video production. Not a love yet, but definitely a joy. I know how some “musicians” get wrapped up into making songs everyday, I was that way myself for a while. Somewhere along the way I learned that just being able to create, regardless of what the medium is will allow you to create and further your love also, because it will provide you inspiration that wasn’t there before. So create comrades.

thanks for watching.
love can keep us
-know

disclaimer: some pieces are just expression of thought. fiction in some ways.

DOPE

my mother told me when i was twelve she wanted not a nigger for a son. to be the sun was like asking martin luther king to hate himself more than he love the wealth… and to answer when shorties holler where the ballers at… drug dealer buy jordan, crack head buy… weapons of mass destruction. and i was the new blood as master colonel’s functions…
looking for a way to stand out, not my skin
look for a corner they wouldn’t notice me in. stuck with this jazz tune playing in my head when i slept. one day i woke up and realized i didn’t dream in english and it made me wonder… where did i really come from. who is my father… not the man my mother named me after. and this girl i kept running into, shared a bed and my last sandwich with before she left me for some cat that was a “movie producer” and now she’s ass up – all over the internet – and ll cats seem to remember is when she was mine and i said forever… shit cause dope back then
it was like i took shortie to the corner young. watched old men play chess and cards.
hated our condition but i loved her hard. love, like before i even knew what love was… i knew what love was… just didn’t give it name… if i had to now the one they gave it and the one i would – would actually not be the same. i’d call it dope. but now since i feel out of that feeling things are gray and i’m waiting for this use-to-be-light to turn to just dim… and then i can at least say when speaking of her… that we have good. cause dope is done and they say you only fall in dope once… twice if you’re lucky… and love was what they called the drum that sounded good with hi-hats and were made to have strings worn with your feet… and after all of this has passed and i forget the things i said about you… i want to close my eyes… knowing that i lived and at one time actually felt…. doped.
-know.