Let's hear it for the Ladies

First let me say that I hate Radio.

Ok. Said it.

There was this period for about 10 years (long time right) where I was disconnected from music. I was so caught up in life that I really couldn't connect, listen to and be involved as I normally would have. I missed ALOT. I'm trying to catch up.

There's a group of female singers that I dig. Right now, I'm loving the trippy vibe of Sy Smith. I'm so quirky and odd at times and her music is like a soundtrack. I actually discovered her on myspace and fell in LOVE.

Fa' Sho

Just in the past 3 or 4 months have I started to listen to Alice Smith. A friend at prince.org was just singing her praises so I decided to check her out. Nice. Alice is definitely making her mark. Grammy nomination and tv appearances. Hopefully more will get to get into her vibe.

Dream

lata..... (conya doss and lizz wright)

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