Gold bottles with ace of spades logos sat cozy in buckets of ice on the table. A posh restaurant in Newark, Delaware allowed for the Lady and the Gentleman to enjoy a meal together for the second time. The Lady, redbone with curly blonde hair, wore a plain black dress. The Gentleman, dark-skinned, sported diamond cufflinks and a navy silk suit and tie. From a distance, it would appear as if the couple exchanged sweet nothings and words of affection. This vision veered from what actually occurred.
This time I had had enough. Boycotts and demonstrations at least drew humor. There were no CD’s, tapes, or vinyl to crush underfoot or rollover with heavy machinery. Across the social networks, my stock had risen. I had two and half million friends, three million followers, and had over half a million snaps traded. Life was good. But not everyone liked my style. I demanded respect from those who despised me, however. “Dett Wyler, why must you?” They’d ask. I told them straight up and down that the reason that I had infused my music with such bravado and swagger was to show that a white man can be just as forceful and aggressive on the mic as his colored contemporaries. But I digress. My birth name is Robert Silenski. I’m totally Polish (I think, I still haven’t traced my full ancestry) but both my parents are Poles. I’ve chosen the name Dett Wyler as my stage name to pay homage to my favorite classical composer, Mr. Robert Nathaniel Dett. It’s pure coincidence that we share the same first name. So, I took his last name because it's so uncommon as a surname and would be cool as a first name. The Wyler part was to throw people off a bit. Like, “Is this guy German? He’s not even spelling it right.” That always made me chuckle.