Portrait by: Karl Staudinger
There you were.
No one really knew you back then. Shit…we still don’t. You had just dropped a single and garnered a little bit of fame from it. We were in L.A. for a music and awards luncheon celebrating Earth, Wind, and Fire. No big cameras out in full force, no autograph seekers. It was cool. I had my drink and was mingling. I nodded my head in true bruh fashion. Not downward toward the thin, outdated, wine-stained carpet that almost seemed as if it didn’t belong with the rest of the surroundings in the Beverly Hills Hotel, but toward the sky.
“What up.” You nodded back. “What up.” Continue reading “Who’s Next?”