Built from
the dirt up
Away from the luxury buzz, I left the chase for a 1 A.M. corner where silence does the lifting. Listening to drifters and hustlers’ versions on the wrong tracks. Ain’t here to kiss the ring, but to build from the dirt up. No crew, no favors, just solo. Fiercely loyal to nothing but songs. Tuning out the world, bleeding pitch-dark indie out of some smokey space.
The name is ALAM, these are my reports on life, scars, n' love.
Mr. Fathy Salama, the giant who handed me the blueprint.