One day received a text, “It’s done.” referring to Caiwo sending back the masters. At two in the morning, I got into a Chevy Sonic after a grueling 16 hours and Kal-El pressed play. An album I had heard so many times before, was shown to me for the first, true, time. I was moved to tears… for the first time, Kal-El’s gallery of sounds needed no tour guide... In one piece I could see the flames of the old church, I saw the parishioners, and firefighters rushing to put out the flames as the call to worship plays distorting in a ghastly way as the cassette tapes warped from the heat. I saw the faces, desperate, diligent. I felt the flames.

That is what Caiwo does. He elevates the music to the place it belongs. Caiwo Carvalho Black Demi Approved