From 1998 Album: “Twenty-Two: PA World Wide”…[Artist info below]….. Get DJ DMD’s Music: www.amazon.com & itunes.apple.com The fertile ground of the third coast has erupted again: from the Gulf town of Port Arthur, Texas, enters DJ DMD. This underground producer turned artist has sold nearly 75000 copies of his self-released album Twenty-Two: PA World Wide — with only limited regional airplay — through his own label, Inner Soul Records. He’s also on point at his own record store in Port Arthur where he spends his days helping customers, running his label and spreading the word about his growing arsenal of artists. DMD’s early idols were rap pioneers such as Run DMC. He was schooled on those early masterpieces, spinning all the latest records at parties to earn money. Soon after, he became inspired to make records. He went on to land an indie label production deal, which eventually went sour. “That’s when I pulled together all my nine-to-five money and started my own label. After that experience, I knew I wanted to control my own destiny. You hear so many horror stories about artists getting ignored and dropped by their labels. That wasn’t going to happen to me.” His first release on Inner Soul Records, Eleven, eventually financed Twenty-Two: PA World Wide. DJ DMD and his staff of business partners currently have thirteen acts on their label. The entire roster caters to the hometown scene. DMD’s capacity for southern-style funk beats, is matched by a soulful, artistic …
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