Durness

Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio

Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix

And Young Subway Killa, cuz I'm on every song

And Young Subway Killa

This is a 3 part album of letters to my future self, who I call Brae Woods

Part one is Flood Free

Part two is Fall Funk

Part three is Future Flight

Live from Braes Records is Tropical Storm

Featuring WYCAD, Mos Pen and The Mystics, Innis, and many others

We have scientific Deb, Brae Woods trio, Killa's Quartet

Give me a second I gotta fix this mic then i'll tell you the rest

On bass, bringing us the good grooves, the magnificent Brae Woods

Hey

On guitar, the lady with the craziest playing, Deb Akey

Hi!

On keys and the mic, our native Mercurian, contract killer

Sandwich connoisseur, the octave high Young Subway Killa

Yo!

On the boards and the code, SD Hopeton

On the drums, wickedly giving our beat

DW Hopeton straight from Saturn's big ring

On the synths, our Thereminister and Archaeologist

FD Hopeton, will rock us to sleep

On drums and the samples, my best friend, the legendary Kisatrix

And of course, your author to the storm, yours truly JD Fuller

Live from Braes Records

We're gonna play for you

Some music, some stories

This is Tropical Storm

I'm JD Fuller, we're Club Akirat

Thank you for tuning into Braes Records Radio

Oh Brae

Can you tell me

Which way

To get out the rain

Mr Woods

Can you help me

Find my way back to my room?

I'm on 2 and 4 and 68

I'm with you until i find a place to play

These

Words that I wrote

And routes that I rode

And the streets that I am soon to own

Can't you give me at least one lone stone to keep me going?

Ooh Brae

Tell me is this the first one of many?

Surely this heavy cinching won't be of plenty

Hurling the levy binging

My sturdy and setting mentions, won't be so temporary

I'm simply going to ride for 60 cents, and be

Home, and be dry for now

I, I need to lie down

And so

Brae are you sure this is ok to write down?

My condolences for the condiments

Counting counterfeit complements surrounded in consonance

I'm pounding on the door, asking all where the office is

That I can apply for a new residence to maybe make some common sense

That I lost, change that I tossed

In a fountain of Koi Fish and sewage I do sought

Due south is my new couch

And my blue mouth is from the humid snow frost

Not because I feel so lost

My sister said to switch it up to stay somewhat interesting

I'm blistering and not an avid fan of unplanned change

I only wish to expand my range and to gauge

The pain that this rain is to drain and to drought

I'll figure it out says my message

From the last time I settled for a lesser day to make better space

For the pages of passion and notes of my notoriety

Maybe i'll go dieting, flying from the smiling

I put on, I look on because Brae can't answer me til the problem is solved

Oh, know I cant do it myself

My soon to be high shelf has no help for my dry yells

I know for sure that I see bad times, play a Cadd9

And ask to go out, and find a new sound

Brae has my back, til I find a closet to write raps

Brae has my life, I just have to get

Dry

When the first flood falls, it feels so far from safety

And this flood is not your fault

What a relief

Asking your future self if this is the first of many

And if it's ok to try new things to keep you busy

He can't respond to your cries

But you can guess what his answer is

Get dry, then write

Smile

Let's get to the music