Young Technician Battles Disease Through Tech N9ne’s Music [Fan Feature]

Aug 25 2011

Tech N9ne And Fan Cody Newcomb

“Without Tech, I don’t think I could have made it to where I am now,” says 16-year-old Cody Newcomb. Raised in Chandler, Arizona, Cody has been a dedicated ‘Technician” for over four years now. Listening to about five or six albums everyday, it is safe to say that Tech N9ne is by far his favorite rapper. Tech’s fast flows, honesty, and lyrical rhythm are what got him hooked, yet his music is not only listened to for entertainment, but a way out from a life altering disease.

Cody was born with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. This neuromuscular disease rapidly destroys muscle cells. Inevitably, it destroys all human muscle strength.

“Yeah, I feel low sometimes thinking why me, yet listening to songs like ‘Suicide Letters’ and his dark stuff from K.O.D. helps me realize not to take the shortened life for granted.” Cody states how a message is heard in every one of Tech’s songs. Tech may make a song for the ladies, but you can still feel him on that, and that is what is appreciated—someone anywhere can feel him.

Cody has only been to one Tech N9ne concert, yet this concert was a very special one. He had finally been able to meet the Kansas City King himself.

“Meeting Tech N9ne was a dream come true. I was ecstatic!” He showed Tech a verse that he had written the night before, and Tech responded, “That sounds like something I would write.” This was the happiest and most exciting experience of Cody’s young life. Finally, he was able to meet his hero, his idol, and his musical savior, face to face.

He wishes the best for Tech N9ne in the future. He hopes he will dethrone other mainstream hotshots on top such as Wiz Khalifa and Lil Wayne, and finally have his well-deserved chance to shine. “I deal with many obstacles ahead and many things to overcome.” As the future progresses there will be many challenges to face, yet Cody will never be alone for Tech N9ne is his motivation and guiding light.

Written By Michael Trasso