I’m sitting at my desk listening to the last couple of tracks I released, High Temps and Toxic Nimbus and reflecting back on what I was feeling at the time I wrote these. The common denominator was that I was in poor health. Making music is more therapeutic than I think I realized. In this case, it literally helped me heal.

I started making High Temps right before a mysterious illness that put me in the hospital. The weather was warming up. I was getting super pumped for beach hangs with my favorite ladies. I knew I wanted to make a summer dance jam.

Then BAM. I end up in the hospital.

104.3 should forever be an Oldies radio station and not a fever that looms for several days.

It baffled doctors. Every single test came back negative. I had extremely high temperatures for several days in a row. Lost twenty pounds because I wasn’t eating. I had no energy. I would sleep, sweat, shower and repeat. “Inconclusive virus” on my dispatch paperwork. They gave me an IV of fluids and a Motrin the entire 6 hours I was there. “Welp. You’re fine.” they said. And I was sent home as fever was spiking again.

Around Day 7 of fever-driven delirium, I convinced myself to go into the music studio for as long as I could stand upright. I had tones, textures and beats in my head I needed to try to get out before I forgot them. I wanted to try and start moving around my house and eating. Something about the combination of the sounds I put together had me fever dancing and smiling so big.

Fever dance turned dance fever.

Shoutout to my amazing neighbor for reviving me with homemade chicken soup.

Alex (the beauty on the cover) and I totally jammed this at the Hollywood Beach this summer, too.

Check it out.