When my mother took up piano lessons, I, at the age of five, experienced FOMO, and asked for lessons too. And so I began working my fingers. Years later, I found a guitar (as one does) in a forgotten closet and tried it out. It seemed easier; finger positions were illustrated in music books. I played in church for awhile, the youngest in the adult choir, but eventually put it down and went back to the piano. Later, in New York, I met an incredibly talented friend who wrote heart wrenching songs with her guitar; she made it look easy (which is not true). But I bought a guitar, wondering how one even begins to write a song. And then I started to hear music in my dreams.

Several talented musician friends heard I was writing songs and suggested we get together. Suddenly I had a rock band. I named us Quasilulu. Quasilulu gigged the clubs in New York City and guested at several outdoor festivals. We made two original albums which currently stream on Spotify.

Years have passed and though Quasilulu no longer regularly gigs, the dream-songs never stopped flowing. I’ve continued transcribing and fleshing them out. Sometimes I air them, sometimes with the old gang.