Dijon Had a Miraculous Year. He’s Not Finished Yet.

It was in the middle of March 2020—the day stay-at-home orders were issued in California—Dijon was drifting through Perfect Circuit, the music-equipment store in Burbank. He hadn’t yet made his debut album, Absolutely, but he did have his first label-advance check, “like, five dollars,” he remembers, burning a very small hole in his slacks. While he was fiddling with a mixer and waiting for a lone employee to find his order in the back, the shop’s only other customer, Jay Electronica, approached him. “You seem like you know what you’re doing with that thing,” Dijon recalls him saying. “Is that worth getting?”