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I MADE A TAMON EDIT.

And listen—this was NOT about sadness.

I did not come back from retirement for emotional damage edits.

I came back for one reason and one reason only:

✨ Tamon Fukuhara’s confidence switch ✨

Because EXCUSE ME???

This man really goes from:

🕳️ hoodie creature, avoiding eye contact like it’s a side quest

to

✨ “yes I am him” in 0.5 seconds???

And you expect me NOT to edit that???

I haven’t made an anime music video since like 2008.

Back when:

- YouTube quality was fighting for its life

- Every edit had unnecessary zooms and sparkles

- And I was cutting clips like I was being personally sponsored by teenage angst

So I open my editing app like:

👵 “it’s been 84 years…”

Immediately confused.

What is a timeline.

Why is everything yelling at me.

BUT THEN—

something ancient took over.

Because the SECOND I started pulling clips of him switching into that confident version???

It was over.

I was syncing that transformation like it was a full-blown event:

- beat drop = personality flip

- smirk = spiritual awakening

- eye contact = rent paid, crops watered, skin clear

Like sir… you can’t just flip a switch and become THAT and expect me to stay mentally stable???

AND THE EDITING—

I treated every switch like a magical transformation sequence.

This is not a man.

This is a genre.

Meanwhile 2008 me is in the background screaming:

“ADD DRAMA!! ADD RANDOM FLASHES!! MAKE IT SHAKE!!!”

And I’m like:

“No… no… we let him have his main character moment.”

Because confident Tamon???

That’s not just attractive.

That’s a public service.

I was replaying clips like:

“yep… that’s the exact frame where he knows he’s hot… lock it in… that’s cinema.”

And don’t even get me started on how satisfying it was lining it up with the music???

I sat there like I just directed something life-changing.

Anyway if you see a suspiciously dramatic Tamon edit where he’s out here switching personalities like he unlocked a final form…

mind your business.

That’s not an AMV.

That’s a cultural reset.

As I write about the wildest, darkest and most chaotic years of my life, I realize this is the most deeply, most personal and revealing story I’ve ever told. From my first day back at 854, to Paul Junior High, to the madness of the D.C. underworld, to Cardozo, running amuck all over Montgomery County, Maryland, and finally the shocking death of my cousin Keshia Semple—this chapter of my adventures came to a close.

At just 15 years old, I was already deep in the music world, quietly working as an independent scout for labels like Relativity, Profile, Tin Pan Apple, Cold Chillin’, and the legendary Uptown Records (1989–1993). I corresponded with label executives about new talent, receiving promo t-shirts, hats, stickers, exclusive mixes, remixes, and even European editions.

One summer in 1988, at Nobody Beats the Wiz in downtown D.C., I met a music industry representative who already knew about my family—and the rest is history.

Only a few people knew the full extent of this life: my father, my uncle, and those who came to my apartment on Park Road, N.W.

My studio was a miniature empire(2 bedroom apartment): four DAT machines, a three-turntable setup, four double cassette duplicators, sequencers, a TR-808 drum machine, a TASCAM 8-Track Reel-to-Reel, and three studio headphones. I owned 1,500 CDs, 800 cassettes, 150 8-tracks, 300 vinyl records, and hundreds of VHS movies.

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HOW I SAW IT: The Life, The Times, The Tribulations and The Great Mis-Adventures of Lelund Nathaniel Hollins— Every Move I Make.