Baltimore raised and Brooklyn reborn, Darius Christian is a force of nature. With his lustful trombone stylizations, vocals to temper your feels, and an upsettingly good band of NYC thoroughbreds, his music is something you need, and you need it now. One could place him on the list of “Renaissance Men” due to his exploits in modeling, film, composition, and media, but the real renaissance can be found in his music. Music to get lost. Music to fall in love. Music to laugh. Music to forget hate. Music. A particularly special spirit-fest can be heard on Monday nights at Apotheke, the underground Chinatown party room where Darius has taken residency for the last year. You will find, when you go, a sold out crowd of obsessed music-goers that wouldn’t dare be anywhere else. Tight, intricately manicured, jazz-meets-everything sounds are equal parts mind-
bending and soul enlivening. You’ve watched him on America’s Got Talent. You’ve seen him in campaigns for Tommy Hilfiger. You’ve heard him with Macy Gray, David Murray, Blitz the Ambassador, Wayne Shorter, and Michael Blume. The logical next step for you, the fans, is to support this solo endeavor. What you’re going to find is a raw, emotion-filled aesthetic that is there to remind you that we’re all the luckiest people to be alive.