July 8, 2009.

The Anti-Virus had dropped a year earlier, introducing The Futureverse to my voice, my viewpoint, and the spiritual frequency I was broadcasting from. But by 2009, I had crossed through a darker season—one that stripped away illusions and dimmed the lights inside and out. So when I emerged with my sophomore project Reboot, it wasn’t a continuation. It was an evolution.

This wasn’t for mass consumption. It was for the ones navigating their own shadow selves - the depressed, the disconnected, the PKs wrestling with inherited callings, the creatives wandering the early internet looking for connection. Reboot became a lifeline for listeners between identities, systems, and belief structures.

The project opens with a boot-up chime, signaling that it was a system restart. Not a return to innocence, but a recalibration. The cover made it plain - my redesigned logo against a glowing sun. A subtle Superman nod. Because like him, I’m not really from here. And like him, my power comes from the Son.

The sound lived in the shadows, moody and introspective. MySpace was fading, CDs were dying, and the industry was changing. So was I. The Nureau imprint was everywhere: Omega Mythologist laced verses and beats, RoTone brought his signature production, and B.Slade (then "Bizzy") floated hooks that still echoes today. Back then, Bizzy and I worked walking distance from each other in Lemon Grove, just down from The Ink Spot - a hangout/incubator for creatives. Pressure and possibility in drywall.

There were no CD or chart placements. Only transmission. Reboot! lived primarily on MySpace Music, shared digitally like an encrypted message. The industry was rebooting, and the EP mirrored that.

Even my mohawk became part of the mythology, less hairstyle and more declaration. A reminder that I wasn’t the traditional archetype for anybody's youth pastor or recording artist. I was to be a bridge between generations, disrupting and rebuilding through conversational, iconoclastic art.

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