Tylan is R&B wordsmith, hailing from the pulsating heart of D.C., spins tales of struggle and self-discovery with the smooth flow of aged molasses.
Fueled by the city’s vibrant legacy—his great grandmother, a blues queen who ruled the D.C. night—Tylan‘s music throbs with a soulful ache that resonates with anyone who’s ever battled inner demons. His journey began in the hushed reverence of church choirs, his voice echoing through vaulted ceilings. Summers spent honing his craft at Howard’s theater camps ignited a passion for performance and a yearning to bare his soul on a grander stage.
By middle school, whispers of “future R&B star” followed him down the hallways. His voice, a siren song, captivated classmates, earning him the coveted title in the school yearbook’s prophetic superlatives. While excelling in the classroom and on the field, music remained his constant companion, a refuge where vulnerability wasn’t weakness but a badge of honor.
Tylan‘s leadership extends beyond the microphone. He fosters a space where creative minds convene, a haven of open communication and empathy. This collaborative spirit spills into his music, a tapestry woven from threads of shared experiences.
Rejecting the cookie-cutter mold of manufactured pop, Tylan embraces authenticity. Inspired by the raw honesty of Usher, Brent Faiyaz, and Drake, he crafts lyrics that pierce the veil of bravado, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath. Collaboration, for Tylan, is a sacred act, a fusion of kindred spirits seeking to push boundaries and rewrite the rules of the genre.
His message to aspiring artists is as simple as it is profound: Embrace your narrative. Don’t chase trends; unearth the stories etched into your soul. Let your music be a mirror reflecting your unique journey, a beacon for those who resonate with your experiences.
Tylan‘s latest offering, “Won’t Get It…“, is a sonic exploration of this philosophy. The song is a confessional, a raw excavation of the challenges he’s faced and the lessons learned. With lyrics that paint vivid pictures and melodies that caress the soul, he invites listeners into his world, a world where vulnerability is strength.
The chorus, a haunting refrain: “Some might chase oblivion in neon-lit dens, mistreating the sacred bond / But judgment clouds the path. Who deserves trust in this labyrinthine dance? / When trust itself crumbles to”dust”—grabs with the complexities of human connection.
Tylan acknowledges the ease of falling into judgment but instead advocates for empathy. The line, “Until they’ve trod the path worn thin by your soles,” echoes throughout the song, a plea for understanding. True connection, he suggests, blossoms from shared experiences, not from the sterile ground of judgment.
As Tylan continues his artistic metamorphosis, one thing remains constant: his unwavering dedication to crafting music that resonates on a primal level. “Won’t Get It…” is evidence of this unwavering commitment, a song that lingers long after the final note fades. Tylan is more than just a musician; he’s a storyteller, a weaver of emotions, and a voice poised to redefine the landscape of R&B.
Stream “Won’t Get It…” here:
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