In Jamile’s preview of E’Twaun Moore, he catalogued Moore, Solomon Hill, Langston Galloway and Buddy Hield in the DIY/Indie Rock section of the college town record store that is the Pelicans’ roster. He rightfully labeled them as “Self-Made Players.” Tim Frazier also belongs right behind that same plastic album genre section divider emblazoned in that hand lettered sharpie-marker aesthetic complete with worn sticker residue. I can smell the nag champa and hear the weak vocaled ode to loneliness and an espresso accompanied by an acoustic guitar that is missing a string reflecting its owner’s broken and forced smile already as I browse through these struggling artists’ stories.
Tim Frazier lacks typical NBA resume but the Pelicans are thirsty for his contributions
