About DAHN B
DAHN B
St Louis, Missouri, Las Vegas, Nevada
Spirit filled Father 2 Three, "Poppi" 2~ 3 , Husband 2 One, Creator of God's Music........
I AM DAHN B (pronounced don), AND I HAVE BEEN INTO MUSIC ON A PRO LEVEL FOR MANY YEARS. I AM ALSO A CHRISTIAN ARTIST AND I SUPPORT GODLY VALUES. I AM AN OVERCOMER. I LOVE ALL GENRE'S OF MUSIC BUT I LEAN HEAVILY TOWARD R&B,NEO SOUL,JAZZ,URBAN, & FUNK. I AM A BASS player/singer/songwriter WHO HAS PLAYED WITH THESE ST. LOUIS ARTIST'S, EUGENE "SPUD"TAYLOR,JOHNNY JOHNSON,THE BUZZY/BROWN PROJECT AJSR, FABULOUS MOTOWN REVUE, MYSTIC VOYAGE, THE DONALD BROWN BAND,THE JOHN BROOKS FORECAST,BLUES/JAZZ INNOVATORS,"STREET LEVEL", "WESTMORELAND CO", GREG "SUAVE" BROWN, MANIFEST DESTINY, & MANY MORE.IT IS MY GOAL TO PROMOTE PEACE, LOVE , & GODLY VALUES THROUGH MY MUSIC.
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Category: IS THIS BLOGGING ?
I DON'T KNOW IF IT QUALIFIES BUT, IT IS WHAT IT IS .......LOL SPENT ALL OF 18 MONTHS FROM
THE AGE OF 15 TO 21 AS A FREE PERSON...CERIFIED TO STAND TRIAL AS AN ADULT AT AGE 15.
IN THE WORKHOUSE (ST.LOUIS JAIL FACILITY) AT 17...WENT TO MISSOURI STATE PRISON AT 17
WITH 12 YEARS. NEVER RAPED ! (you'll know why i mention this later) TRANSFERED TO THE WALLS
(the place that housed james earl ray) ONLY 6 MONTHS INTO MY SENTENCE. CAME HOME AT 21.
RELEASED APRIL 6, 1978, MARRIED JUNE 10, 1978. STILL AM. 31 YEARS. MET MY
BRIDE AT THE AGE OF 11 .(oh, i almost forgot, i was molested by our next door neighbor at 8 or 9)
START THE VICIOUS CYCLE OF DRUG USE, ABUSE, AND THEN CHRONIC ADDICTION (COCAINE, HEROIN,,MARAJAUNA,ALCOHOL) ALL USED REGULARLY, SOMETIMES ALL AT ONCE...HAVE OVERDOSED
MORE THAN I CARE TO REMEMBER. WAS ABUSIVE AND NEGLEGENT TO MY WIFE AND FAMILY. DID
ALL THOSE THINGS THAT ARE COMMONLY ASSOCIATED WITH DRUG ADDICTS. I WAS LOST AND
TURNED OUT TOTALLY BY THE TIME I WAS 35. THE LORD FOUND ME. SAVED ME ! I WENT BACK. I
HAD NOT ENDURED ENOUGH PAIN. I REALIZED I WAS A BACKSLIDER. I DIDN'T CARE. I WAS HIGH
EVERYDAY. ON SOMETHING ! MY HEALTH WAS STARTING TO REVEAL IT. 13 YEARS STRAIGHT, I WAS
HIGH...NOT JUST HIGH, BUT HIGH AS A TEST PILOT HIGH...MY DAUGHTER STARTED TO HATE ME...
MY SONS WERE TOTALLY CONFUSED...MY WIFE WAS CRUSHED !
SHE WAS ALSO NUMB......RELAPSE AFTER RELAPSE OCCURED, SINKING ME DEEPER INTO THE ABYSS
EACH OCCURENCE. I HATED ME. I DIDN'T LIKE ME EITHER. ALMOST AS A BLUR, I REMEMBER THAT
FALL MORNING. OCTOBER 1, 2005. I HAD SMOKED ALL MY PAYCHECK THE NIGHT BEFORE. LIVING OUT
OF MY HOOPTY, I REMEMBER STARTING TO CRY....THEN IT WAS UNCONTROLLED SOBBING....I WAS
BEGINNING TO BECOME DESPERATE ( I NOW UNDERSTAND THE LYRIC "I -I -I'M DESPERATE FOR YOU")
IT WAS AS IF I BLACKED OUT AND THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER WAS FINDING MYSELF DOWNTOWN
AT THE DOME WHERE JOYCE MEYER WAS HAVING HER ANNUAL WOMENS' CONFRENCE.......
WOW! IT'S 10 PM AND I GOTTA CLOCK OUT BUT I PROMISE TO FINISH THIS AS SOON
AS I GET HOME..............PLEEEEZ STAY TUNED.... YOU GOTTA HEAR THE END OF THIS ........
I'LL B BACK,
DAHN
