AmA Evolution : Nadiyah Lewis- Sincerity, Soul and Sophistication

I have been a musician for 27 years in the Sf Bay Area. My taste in music is about as eclectic as the people of this area. We get folks from all over the world and it is our responsibility to write and play them good music. I have seen what turns people on and off. From rock to soul to country and blues. Funk, punk, classical, pop, electronic and of course, hip hop. Some of these styles have been enhanced by technology: auto tune, sampled backing vocal tracks, special audio enhancing effects, etc...

But when folks start spending hard earned money to go to see a band perform, they're usually looking for raw talent. A voice to deliver a message with sincerity, soul and sophistication. Someone to act as a channel between the driving, live sound of the band and the audience. Someone to identify with during this life long journey. And as I mentioned earlier, technology has allowed almost anyone to emulate and replicate the sound of talent, but few will be acknowledged as someone with a natural gift of music.

What I hear from Nadiyah Lewis is natural and raw talent. Hers is a voice that rings loud and clear beyond any synthesis or enhanced version of vocal melody. Enriched with that wisdom of clarity so coveted by singers we have grown up with and still listen to today. Mick Jagger is one of those singers who has said his attempt to sound like a black lady should be more than apparent. Because he loves the sound. It's a voice that tells the history and struggle of African/Americans alike. It is a sound that comes from the very roots of this amazing country. A sound that has always been at the heart of our music and culture in America. And there is no better example of it once you hear the real thing.

Nadiyah Lewis, the singer of AmA Evolution is exactly that.

Delivered live with sincerity, soul and sophistication. Something we all love to see more and more of during these strange, crazy and benevolent days...

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle samurai

Po' tree: Rekindled

She left her heart on a sleeve somewhere

In a house full of mirrors with gold ladened stairs

No police reports filed just conventional grief

And that elegant loathing of new disbelief

Is it pain that keeps teaching the lessons we learn

In a world just as hot as the coal we have burned

As she sees herself passing in honest reflection

The bar window glass housing all introspection

Regrets can seem cheap and a waste of your time

If life is a lemon then squeeze out that lime

And drink to your future in good moderation

But don't stay too long at the old thinking station

Money and paper are both made of trees

That she swings from each day on the value trapeze

Making ends meet just enough for the soul

Is not complicated and never grows old

She tucks a large bill in a homeless mans hand

As she walks away hoping he might understand

That a gift from the heart saves a mind lost in grief

Yes it works for the giver and those who receive

At home she is greeted by mans best friend

Her smile gets that tail up and wagging again

No comparison there to a pets loyalty

A companion with nothing but pure honesty

Each wag of that tail might be counting the loss

Of the life she just left and intentionally tossed

No more lies and false greed, no more cold hearted stares

From that cruel mindless self centered rich millionaire

And the words from her childhood echo so clearly

Once told by her grandmother spoken so dearly

"A rich man will own any poor girl who's willing

To trade her own soul for the heart that he's killing"

But gone is that sweater she clung to in grief

And the years that she spent with her heart on his sleeve

The mind is a spark and the soul is the flame

and your life is rekindled again just the same

Your friendly Cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

Po'tree: Impossible...

In our hearts beat the rhythm of infinite dreams

In our souls we need not know what this means

Faith is the compass that wakes us tomorrow

Time is the essence of all things we borrow

I like to lean with a smile to tease gravity

Everything we do means the world to me

Through out our own lives we may see why we live

The reason we're here is our reason to give

Those who make haste to control other's dreams

Lose the meaning of hope and destroy everything

The heaven they've made with their insecure minds

Will be void of their soul like a light to the blind

Karma and justice divided by grief

Subtracted by moments of pure disbelief

All tell a tale that we find so endearing

When we take the time to confront what we're fearing

Negative news is abusive and crass

It manifests future events from the past

Focused on this type of sincerity

Brings out the worst of our humanity

Truth is a razor, a shield and a cup

It cuts and protects and might swallow you up

A day without truth is a child with no smile

I can live with your lies but I'd drown in denial

For every lost heart there's a family of dreams

For every cruel act there's an ocean of streams

For every lost moment that echos with pain

There's a chance of pure hope to remind you again

It is impossible for all to be lost...

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai