RAP SCRATCH / WEST COAST / BOOM-BAP / 3AM
Former professional soccer player. Torn ACL. Career dead overnight. She had built her entire identity on discipline, performance, and winning. When her body gave out, her logic gave out with it.
The return to the turntables is not a comeback. It is a drowning person finding something to hold on to. The records are heavy as tombstones. The scratches sound like cracking bones. Every set is a fight against the silence that nearly destroyed her.
Nothing is improvised. Every transition rehearsed a hundred times. Every scratch calibrated to the millimeter. CANON does not seek innovation — she seeks perfection of a gesture others have abandoned. The vinyl spins. The hand obeys. The body remembers.