It all started with a box of cookies and a trip to my uncles house with my dad. I was around five years old. So my uncle comes out to the truck me and my dad are in to come and let us into his apartment complex. My uncle ask me if he can have a couple cookies when he got to my window. Looking into his glossy bloodshot red eyes I said yes. And before I knew it, he had eaten every last cookie I had in the box. Of course I was crushed. So to make it up to me, my uncle decided that he would let me play around with one of his keyboards in his studio. I always enjoyed seeing this room filled with records and turntables and mixers and so on but never really got to experience it until that day. So after a couple of minutes or so, my uncle comes back and he tells me to say something in the mic sitting to my left. “My name is CJ and I’m rockin’ the mic.” Now play the keyboard he told me. And to my amazement, each key was my voice at a different pitch, I was hooked. When I turned fourteen and got my first computer, my uncle mailed me the programs I needed to get started in creating and producing music. I was living in East Oakland at the time, not so great of an area for a kid to just go running around and hanging out in. So pretty much I was inside working on music whenever I got the chance. Now, as of 2014 I decided to put my music out there for the world to hear and tell the world my story through my music. And well, all I can really say is I guess people like it. I mean I like it.