STEVIE FACE – IN THE LIVING YEARS

Every once in a while there comes an artist that transcends the norm, with vocal quality and mastery 'par excel lance.'

A songwriter extraordinaire who not only swoons ladies with lyrics that embodies matters of the heart but tackles the plight of our youth. Lyrically charged with the "gift of voice" this fresh and vibrant and vibrant artist is none other than Stevie Face Born Anwar Hanchard in 1975, Stevie Face grew up in the reggae nurturing ground of Jamaica.

Schooled in the music from an early age by listening to reggae's great forbears like Jacob Miller & Dennis Brown, Stevie Face's star talent began to emerge at an early age. After lifting his voice as a member of church, primary and high school choirs, his love for music and unquestionable vocal skills inevitably locked him into a musical career.

Since his debut performance at a major reggae event in 1996, Stevie Face has ignited a musical flame that continues to burn increasingly brighter.

Since its release "Coming At You" has burned up the radio waves across Jamaica, New York, Florida, Toronto and London and was one of the most talked about debut reggae albums for 2001. This is what the music world has been waiting for and "Coming At You" is a torchlight burning a bright path for an artist on the threshold of greatness.

An excellent stage performer, Stevie Face will take any audience to a musical high.

IN THE LIVING YEARS

Originally released in 1989 by Mike And The Mechanics, Stevie Face does a fantastic job in relating the lyrics of this track. Stevie Face is an extremely talented singer and has recently released an album with the same title as his hit single "Tell It Like It Is". His voice is effortless and smooth over some well known riddims and I would highly recommend that people support him and get hold of this album as there are so many killer tracks on it. Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Comes beating on your door I know I am a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know I am a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish that I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say I thought I caught his spirit Later that same year I thought I heard his echo In my babys new born tears I wish that I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye It's too late It's too late when we die Tell the special one that you care No matter what we're going through I'm sure we can work it out Let's give love a try Starting here today Let's start here and now Show the special one that you care.