In the realm of my childhood, my father was more than just a man; he was a Renaissance Man. A multifaceted individual, he delved into the worlds of photography, music, and even mastered the art of billiards. As a mere five-year-old, I was but a sponge, eagerly absorbing the greatness exuded by my dad. Our living room was a sanctuary of sound and culture, adorned with a piano, a couple of chairs, and a sophisticated stereo boasting a turntable. Each evening, as the aroma of dinner wafted from the kitchen where my mother toiled, the air would resonate with the melodies of jazz legends such as Miles Davis, Oscar Peterson, and John Coltrane, amongst a constellation of other luminaries. My affinity for music blossomed early, with the upright piano in our living room becoming my instrument of choice. It was here that I first encountered classical compositions and familiarized myself with jazz standards like "In a Sentimental Mood," "Misty," and "A Night in Tunisia." Now, over five decades later, the yearning to perform my father's cherished favorites ignited within me. The quest led me to Samurai Studios, where a century-old piano awaited, it's timbre akin to liquid gold. Though my father departed in 2008, our session together felt like a communion between my earthly self and his celestial spirit. It was a comforting realization to know that he was present in the room as the music unfurled, culminating in the creation of the album "Songs My Father Would Dig." A poignant addition to this musical journey was the participation of my late cousin, Larry Willis. A luminary in his own right, Larry graced the stages alongside icons like Blood, Sweat & Tears and Hugh Masekela. We paid homage to him with the track "To Wisdom, The Prize," infusing his spirit into the heart of our project. Recording alongside Richie Goods on bass, and my steadfast companions Tony Lewis on drums and Edson da' Silva on percussion, was a moment of pure joy. In the autumnal embrace of Queens, with the presence of both my father and cousin Larry permeating the air, we surrendered to the music, allowing it to carry us to transcendent heights. May you, dear listener, revel in the melodies woven from the threads of memory and legacy. For within the strains of each note, resonates the essence of those who have shaped and inspired us along our journey