Hello my name is…
Anthony Azeal Jackson. Tony is a real common name in my family. Coming up I had an older cousin with the same name, so I got stuck with the nickname “Baby Tony.” Needless to say, by the time I was 16 I had outgrown it. So, we put a spin on it with “Big Tone” and it’s just been that ever since.

I was raised in…
A two parent household on the Northwest Side of Detroit, the 7 Mile and Southfield area to be exact. From there we moved to Redford, a small suburb on the outskirts of Detroit’s Westside. I’ve called a couple other places home since then, but I was born and raised there.

The reason that you’re reading about me is…
I’m promoting of my upcoming release, “The Art Of Ink” out on Tres Records. So hopefully, you’re either reading about me because you’re familiar with some of my previous works, or you’re a fan of the Tres brand. Either way, good looking out. I appreciate you checking for me.

Right now I’m working on…
Getting married, stacking a few bucks, and finishing my producer’s compilation, “Audio Playground.” (It has been the most tedious project thus far. Artists are so uncooperative).

But I’d rather be…
On my honeymoon, pockets on swoll, or listening to the test presses of my producer’s compilation, “Audio Playground” at Oslo. One day.

My most prized possessions are…
In my studio.

But I’d give it all away for…
God.

The first thing I do in the morning is…
Meditate…or at least try to. It doesn’t always work out that way, but I’m workinonit.

The last thing I do at night is…
Put my cell phone on the charger. I feel cripple with a low battery during the day.

My momma always said…
Music runs in my family. People used to come from great distances to see my Grandfather play the trumpet in South Carolina. She says he’d be proud.

I love it when people…
Dance and enjoy themselves at events. That energy is inspirational.

I hate it when people…
Blame life for circumstances and act like there’s nothing they can do to change them. I ain’t preaching, I just can’t stand to hear complaining about things they control.

If you ever see me walking down the street…
Speak, wave, or nod. But don’t just look…I can get a little paranoid when folks stare and don’t holla.

My most notable run-in with the law…
I got caught shoplifting at Northland Mall in the early 90’s. It was a nasty little habit I picked up for a season back then. They stretched me out so out cold in the mall. I’m talking handcuffs, the whole nine. It seemed like the police radios were on volume 10. Nobody was shopping, everybody was watching. They took me in the basement of the mall; I didn’t even know malls had basements. I could here them paging my mom over the mall P.A. system. It was definitely not a good time. I’m not certain, but I think I’m still “banned” for shopping there.

If I had to say sorry it would be because…
I’ve spent more time than I’d like to admit being jaded, unappreciative of my gift and other opportunities. I gotta lot of making up to do and music to make.

I get real aggro when…
Dope rappers turn wack singers.

The last time I swore I’d never drink was after a night of…
Acting a fool and not remembering the details the next morning. I just remember my girl giving me that “you’re an @$$hole” look and asking, “so…you don’t remember last night, huh?

Future projects and plans…
I just plan to say in the lab. Whatever happens, happens. I just wanna pump music out, and plan things as they come.

And before I leave I’d like to give a shout out too…
Julius and Daniel. Thanks for being there when I need insight, Family.