Cory with a Q
Q was a hot mess. He was all over the place from wanting to compose music, to wanting to work on cars. Coming from Newark New Jersey, he would come by ways of path train and then take the 2 train up broadway to come see me. We spent the summer sitting on my terrace, listening to music and smoking weed, while he engaged me on his dream of becoming a producer to rap music. He wanted to go to the audio research school, and learn how to properly use the sound machines and up his anti on becoming a well established music producer. He spent a-lot of time in make shift home studios, recording his own rap songs, and shopping them around, even uploading them to his iPod in case he should run into anybody in the music industry. He had uploaded home grown YouTube videos, introducing himself and his crew or entourage in the studio. He would spent his off time working in a garage. But his true domain was a hustler. He would sell weed from Newark to New York, he was always on call for