MUSIC MINUTE II

Probably the only thing I love more than music itself is writing about it. Possibly because I get to combine two things I love most; music and writing. It’s been a long time I did the latter because it turns out final year of college is not what anyone of us bargained for; it’s stupid, tedious, complicated and stupid. If there’s one thing that has kept me going when I just about gave up and help me up when I was down, you know what it is. Its exam week and I’m squeezing in this article somewhere in Balme Library while on a study break because I came across some good songs I thought I should get out there so I’m not going to rant on too much. 

MALI MUSIC – MAKE ME BETTER 

The first song I’m gonna gush about is an old one from a genre I haven’t really been a huge fan off until quite recently when I started undergoing some life changes. It’s from an old album so you probably have heard it but if you haven’t, trust me this is an awesome song. Mali Music is a gospel artiste that makes music so relatable to anyone that he could give Adele a run for her money. With a voice that would catch Luther Vandross’s attention, Mali purrs about how he’s tired of living life the same old way and how he needs a touch from God today. He questions his ability to reach out to someone else when he ain’t even got it together himself and begs for purity, self-control and immunity. I got this song from a close girl friend who has recently been a pioneer of some positive transformation in my life and she couldn’t have chosen a better song for an individual who was fighting his own inner demons and trying to understand the world beyond what he was accustomed to. It’s a slow beauty; a soothing song flowing alongside gentle guitar strings that could make the most spiritual cynic question their stand on whose hands our lives really lay in. getting the whole album would be a wonderful treat to the ears.

THE 1975 – THE CITY 

When I read in a music magazine last week about this UK-based band and their comments that “Manchester doesn’t need more music heroes”, I got curious about them because I thought that most bands that passed conceited remarks usually had unbelievable talents to back up their self-importance, the Beatles and Nine Inch Nails were an example of this and I wasn’t too wrong about that opinion. This is a really good band that knows their stuff and this is a good song that tugs the melodious heart. From an album that debuted No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart September this year, this is an easy going song that showcases excellent drum works and a generally good feel. Perhaps what makes this song even more attractive is the lead singer Matt Hearly's accent that adds a really nostalgic indie vibe to the song and when you're trying to take it easy on a sunny, overheated day, this would be the right song for you. Music has always been an important part of the FIFA franchise and this song is actually one of the soundtracks for FIFA 2014 and I totally understand why. 

JOJO ABBOT – NYONUVI (ACOUSTIC)

Have you heard someone sing so well that you wish you could slit your throat and examine its contents on a table, trying to decipher what particular form they possessed that made them hold such vocal might the good Lord had decided to elude you with. When I first heard about Jojo Abbot, it was by a friend who was raving on about her single called ‘heavy’ and I wasn’t having any of it because I was sick and tired of most of these artistes who pulled their braids up, wore some grand-ma clothes and called themselves vintage indie artistes. Well guess what, Ms. Abbot served me some pulled up braids, some grandma clothes and then some. The song heavy was so heavy on my mind and music player that for days un-end I would listen to nothing else. Much so that when I came across this song by her, I didn’t need anyone to tell me twice. I can’t describe the vibe this song brought to me so let her prove herself and her vocal prowess to you, please download this song and listen when you are alone.The ewe language has never taken a more sexy and edgy form. 

LORDE – ROYAL 

You see when we had folks like Will-I-Am and Nicki Minaj polluting our main airwaves with fast food music that didn’t aim at creating meaning and emotions but hitting Billboard spots and acquiring shallow MTV awards, most of us thought good music would no longer see the light of day and we cried ourselves to sleep each night. Lol, so I’m been dramatic but hey it was disheartening watching what the musical scene had turned into but some artistes outside of the USA took it upon themselves to prove that there was still some musical good in people and that artistes didn’t have to pussy-pop on stage for hours, wear clothes that would make the little mermaid blush, dye their hair in all the absurd colors you can think off to sell a million records, something most of these mainstream artistes couldn’t achieve despite their antics. Artistes like Adele, Sia, Gotye, Florence & the Machines, Lana Del Rey, Ed Sheeran and FUN proved that with good lyrics, excellent vocals and just overall creativity, they could lead the good people of Musicland to a lyrical stream worth their hard-earned pennies to cross. These artistes paved the way for this young girl who has been making waves internationally for some time now. Lorde’s ‘royal’ reminds me of a slower, more passionate version of Jessie J’s price tag as both songs talk about living in a fantasy world where money doesn’t mean a thing and that it took a little more than that to make them happy. The vocals are obviously not Adele-like powerful but hey, she’s only 17 and this is her debut album. A debut album that is slaying the Rihanna’s and Perry’s whose skirts are still getting shorter and heels getting higher just so they can pay their bills. I think I have a thing for accents now and between Lordes New Zealand accent and Sia’s Aussie one, I can’t decide which one I like more. Definitely download this song if you (shocker) haven’t already. 

BURNA BOY –WOMBO LOMBO (REMIX) FT DJ JAM JAM

The queen of African soul Angelique Kidjo released this timeless song years ago and when I first came across this remix, I decided on the spot that I was going to hate it. Not because I dislike Burna Boy (hell, quite the contrary) but because I have always felt like classics like these should not be tampered with and being that BB was a totally different kind of artiste from Ms. Kidjo, I had no idea what direction this was going to take. I gotta say, I like this production. Burna Boy completely changed this song and not in a bad way; this has always been a tune that exuded some sort of energy and to add just the right kind of up-tempo’ness to it gave me a really good vibe. This production did not come across as pretentious at all and did not try to outdo the original, instead BB just added that flavor of his that has always made me mark him as a winner since he first came on the musical scene. I haven’t tried it yet but I get the feeling playing this song through excellent car speakers while waiting in traffic would be quite the experience. Burna Boy hasn’t lost that likeability that most artistes lose when they go commercial and this one is worth listening to. 

MIGHTY HANDS – AT LOSS FOR A GOODBYE

This was a soundtrack I heard from a movie called Crush I saw last week and I don’t know if it was because it was appropriate for the scene it played on or because the opening part of this song had this emotional feel that pulled me in but I had to find out what song it was and download it right after. I haven’t regretted doing that either because I find myself liking this song more and more with every listen and if you like the song ‘Hall of Fame’ by the band The Script which was really popular sometime back, you gonna love this one. Download and listen.

SATELLITE STORIES – LIGHTS GO LOW 

I have five minutes more to resume learning so I’m gonna say this is a good song that would probably have been the best if it featured Teagan &  Sara. It starts in an up-tempo rhythm, that carries us to the soul of the song; the hook. the instrumentals are complimented by excellent drum works that could compete with Green Day any day. 

This hasn’t been my best article yet I know but hey, these UN Charters and Security Council aren't gonna study themselves, later.

YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you’d play me with me like a child

Will you still love me?

When I’m no longer young and beautiful

When I got nothing but my aching soul

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful? 

You know that incredibly weird thing your mind does where it thinks about something and within micro seconds it has thought of about a thousand other scenarios that are sometimes really random from your initial thought but are amazingly connected to it? Like you can think about so many situations under a second and somehow they are all linked with the first thought that sent you down that reflection path. If you don’t know this feeling, I guess I have to add that to my list of thousand things I experience which somehow eludes other homo sapiens. 

So anyway going back to why I’m writing this; in case you didn’t know, the first part of this article written in italics are actually the lyrics to Lana Del Rey’s song ‘Young and Beautiful’. A soundtrack for one of the most popular movies released this year; the Great Gatsby. I was listening to the whole soundtrack album for this movie earlier today while I was doing my laundry (Jay Z did a really good job producing this album but that’s one for another day) and though I admit this song is one of the solid tunes that hold this album together aside Florence Welsh and Gotye’s piece, I normally don’t play it back thrice or more as I did today. I don’t know but something about the words and the whole song demeanor struck me quiet heavily today and it didn’t take me a while to figure out why. 

You see my grandfather was recently diagnosed of dementia and though this is a normal age-related illness and shouldn’t really be too emotional for the rest of us, when you have a grandfather whose mind and skills is one of the traits you admire the most, emotional becomes a word too weak to describe how you feel in the moment. My granddad was an architect, was part of the team that built one of the biggest high schools in Ghana and Africa; PRESEC. Was part of the team that built the many structures that we call our government ministries today. When you are exceptionally close to a genius like this and he begins to forget sometimes that he is home, can’t remember your name, forgets the nickname he used to shout anytime he saw you return from boarding school, it is a bit difficult, putting it mildly. But you know what; once again I have to remind myself that this is not the point of me writing this.

Nah, my motive is actually more morbid and depressing. 

I did a few readings about dementia and whether it was hereditary or not. Let me not get into medical technicalities and complication but turns out some types are generic and what’s worse, they do NOT skip generations. Now this is where my whole brain connecting situations under a micro second scenario theory comes into play. 

I am a very adventurous person; I like to see places I’ve never been before, like to meet people who are different in every way from me. Where people get their kick from sitting with buddies to catch a weekend football game or head out with some friends to the clubs, I find little joy in those. I am outdoorsy, I walk for hours checking out things most people don’t give second thoughts to. Growing up, I was a bit vain and narcissistic, in that I was a handsome young lad and everyone said so. The mirror was one of my close friends and I spent hours admiring how I looked but you see I as I grew and came across other equally beautiful  people whose attitudes and treatment of other people were anything but beautiful, I snapped out of it. I gave little and little attention to how I looked and instead worked more on my interactions with people. Now I’m writing all of this down just so you know that when I grow old someday and perhaps start to lose my memory, the last thing I would be worried about is not beauty or good looks. 

My energy. My ability to wake up one morning and go to any random place I want to. My youthfulness and zeal to learn more. My inability to see beauty in things, in people. These are the things I’m worried about. People say you can be forever young; it’s all about the heart and the mind-set. Makes me sick hearing that. How about I want to help build a school in some random rural setting somewhere and I can’t even walk across the room for a potty session without my cane or a family member whose name I can’t remember? How would I react to that? Would I be unaware of my pathetic situation or would I seethe and whimper inside because the inevitable has happened? Would I sit with friends and family, talking about past things as if they were occurring or about to happen? Would they look at me sometimes and shake their heads in a sympathetic way while exchanging concerned looks? Would they wish me gone soon enough because I would be disrupting their own lives and their time to be young and beautiful?

I don’t mean to go down this depressing road and dragging you along with me but well I was listening to a Lana Del Rey song and somehow things took a gloomy, depressive turn… surprise, surprise. 

Now that I’m done pouring my guts out, I don’t see the point of my writing all of this  but I’m still going to post because in some dark, twisted way, it all makes sense to me and that’s all that matters. 

MUSIC MINUTE

I love music. I love the feeling it brings to me and the stress it takes from me. Lately I haven’t been listening to new stuff though, I’ll pass on the garbage the radio and mainstream media have been trying to push down our throat. It’s like I have a personal vendetta against it. That they are the government’s mechanism to dumb us down so when it comes to more important political issues like economic policies and country warfare’s, we go about them with the same burger and cheese mentality our dense music lyrical contents have equipped us with. I remember when Rihanna released her first single ‘diamonds’ from her current album ‘Unapologetic’, I was on a blog going through the readers reviews and I came across a funny one I’m gonna quote. “We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky! Those lyrics are a masterpiece!”……. I remember feeling so bad and thinking if this is what we have been reduced to. What happened to the use of euphemism, word within words and lyrics that aroused in you, emotions that you have been trying hard to suppress? What happened to ambiguity in lyrics that you had to decipher to discover libretto gems? Katy Perry, Justine Bieber and the need for a Billboard No. 1 debut, that’s what! Anyway I could go on forever about the imaginary lawsuit I’m filing against the whole international music industry in my head so without wasting anymore of your time, here’s a list of both old and new songs I’ve been listening to a lot lately.

SIA ft THE WEEKEND – ELASTIC HEART (PRODUCED BY DIPLO)

I was on a hip-hop site about a week ago trying to download Lauryn Hill’s post-jail song ‘consumerism’ when I came across this song. Of course I didn’t doubt how good it was going to be; between The Weekend and Drake, I can’t decide who’s the best thing to come out of Canada musically since my favorite band ‘In-flight Safety’.  Of course Sia is Queen Sia for a reason and when I downloaded this song, I could be arrested for domestic abuse because abuse this song I did. Within an hour I had listened to it over a hundred times and even now when I’m sitting in a class waiting for a lecturer who is not showing up, I shove that sexy Aussie accent that belongs to the queen into my ears and reach some nasty eargasms right there and there on my classroom bench. I have been shoving this song down everyone’s throat (they should be grateful) and when someone says, “Hey Kels, what are you listening to”, I immediately shuffle to this song so they can listen to it (lol)

IN-FLIGHT SAFETY – FEAR

I will try and keep this review as short as I can because I can get a bit carried away with this Sackville band. Fear doesn’t exactly captivate you on first listen; it’s what I call a grower. It grows on you and when you are able to make meaning of the lyrics, it can be really therapeutic. It’s about taking chances on everything life has to offer, on love, on people and on yourself. I know it sounds really sentimental and romantic but really it’s not. This is no Celine Dion in your face kind of love song and the lead vocalist and guitarist John Mullane has the kind of voice that is so intimate and authentic that it makes you feel like he wrote this with you and your life in mind. At least that how it felt to me.

SNOW PATROL – NEW YORK

So Jeffery and I were having a conversation one time at the athletic oval about his entrepreneurial ideas I think and he had his phone playing songs throughout this chat (he loves rock and alternative music too so I could live by his musical choices). I was totally listening to what he was saying till this song started playing and I couldn’t concentrate anymore. It had this serious and solemn beginning that took me from start and I had to ask which band it was because I knew just one band that mostly used such musical arrangements consistently; Goo goo dolls. I was wrong and for the first time I’m glad I found who this band was before I went searching for them. The lyrics are quite deep and a bit depressing but the drumbeats don’t quite allow you to settle for mellowing down. It’s a beautiful song and at times in this week when I’ve found myself trying to listen to something meaningful, this has been the only option that kept bringing itself up.

YOUSSOU N’DOUR – MOOR NDAJE (MR EVERYWHERE)

I read this article (http://www.ameyawdebrah.com/go-huffington-post-releases-list-top-10-african-musicians-youssou-ndour-tops/) last 3 days and smiled at myself. I first discovered this man whose greatness could only be matched by either Fela Kuti or Hugh Masakela one time on school vacation when I was in a certain weird musical stage and all I wanted to listen to was pure African Afro-music. A friend sent me a song I had been searching for so fervidly and I was grateful because I didn’t know the title before and had come up with nothing. ‘Birima’ the first song I heard from this man convinced me someone who could compose a masterpiece as that should have other gems under his discography. Well Moor N’daje is the evidence of that and Mr. N’dour never disappoints on his massive and beautiful use of strings and xylophones. The drums are not studio manufactured and this song always sends me into an exploring mood. It takes me to such a different realm of music that even Michael Jackson would struggle to venture; he mixes the soul of Africa into a contemporary bottle that you wouldn’t or shouldn’t dare pass by at the music market. Like I said before concerning ‘Birima’, I still stand by my opinion that if angels do exist, Youssou N’dour must teach them to sing.

SKY SAILING – CAPTAINS OF THE SKY

Normally, my number one feel good song I always turned to, to get me pumped when I felt any form of negative emotion come up within me was ‘Stomp the roses’ by David Archuletta. Up until a year ago when Dave announced his Mormon mission as per tradition of every young person growing up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (that’s a long name for a church) and he took along with him the happy representation I likened to this song. Not so long after that, I bought a laptop and discovered an album on the hard drive called ‘An airplane carried me to bed’ by a group called ‘Sky Sailing’. Luckily for me, that album had a song that was to be my next feel good song ‘captains of the sky’. This group is different from any band I know because of the unique perkiness and glee they bring to each song and they remind me of the kind of music to expect if the chipmunks and the smurfs ever came together to form a band. Forever cheerful and even their sad songs have this jolly feel about them. Like a fat kid crying because someone bit off a part of his chocolate though there is still a huge chunk left and he can’t quite decide whether to cry over what he lost or to rejoice over the plenty he has left.

CLAUDE KELLY – SHADOW OF ANGEL

Claude Kelly has always been my favorite RnB songwriter. The genuineness of his lyrics and his ability to actually hold a tune is what draws the respect I have for this dude and though this song has been around for quite a while, it doesn’t matter. Like I always tell people, good music is like good wine, it gets better with age and you start to appreciate the taste more. This song had been hiding somewhere in my iTunes and I came across it one time when I was clearing my memory. Couldn’t bring myself to delete and the number of times I have listened to it this week tells me I made a good decision. If you are in a dysfunctional relationship and you need someone to hear you out or rather to listen to, don’t pay bucks on some shrink who charges by the hour. Hit up Mr. Kelly on this shadow dial and there is an upside to this option; you can crawl in a room somewhere and cry to these lyrics and no one has to know.

Ps. if you download any of these songs and you don’t like them, you probably think the lyrics to Beyonce’s ‘grown woman’ is the best thing since Etta James. You should shoot yourself.

START OVER

It seems to me that I have started my life over again so many times that there is no need any more to be sentimental. I have for some reason found comfort in solitude and I have become an addict. Some people can’t get enough of inhaling dried up herbs, others would stab for a slab of white lines but for some reason, I have found dependence in shoving melodic strings in my ears when I make public appearances and burying my face in paperback when I am alone. I have pushed away people that I spoke to nearly every day and I have picked deliberate fights with people so I can justify myself when I finally slash a razor through that thin line that balanced what we once used to call friendship. Jeffery says it’s my body telling me what it wants. I beg to differ.  Alone, feeling the emptiness around me, I sometimes feel that my life is a separate distinct enterprise connected to others by a slender thread which I have measured by myself. And I think that’s where my addiction lies; the liberating and empowering feeling I get from knowing I can control who stays in my life and who is shown the door. But like every craving, it’s in need of regular supply and herein lays the problem. I have learned in the past weeks that human beings are not a fully stocked wardrobe, that you can’t change them whenever you are bored with your current collection, whenever you feel like they are getting old and used. Because like a wardrobe, you are going to run out, either of the finances to change it or of the ideas to modify.

That been said, I’m in a really good place and I have felt like I have been given another chance. It’s been a long and painful road coming into realizing that but the miraculous avenue I have passed getting here has been nothing short of wonder and had it not been for the fact that it is a private affair between me and God, I would have ranted on and on about it. Privacy; another word I have had a chance of deeply understanding while in my moment of solitude. A word that I have no plans of taking for granted anytime soon.

I have rediscovered myself. The part of me I lost during my weak moment of social conformity and that makes me smile typing this. The guy that got lost in his own religion. This is my church; this is where I get to celebrate what’s holy. Books are my cathedral and words and ideas, those are my scriptures. I’m rediscovering Thomas Palmer, Jeffery Archer, John Grisham, Mario Puzo and I love what I’m discerning. Worlds beyond what I understand and the life I live. Worlds that I can’t wait to experience. Most people spend their whole life waiting for something that’s gonna change everything. They say the grass is not always greener on the other side so let’s wait, let’s work hard, lets not chase waterfalls, let’s stick to what we used to. Well people are full of shit, a fact I have learned these past weeks. The city awaits me there and it’s only some more months to come.

I’m smiling again because the city awaits me? That’s a line from a song I’ve come to accept as the theme music for my life. ‘Fear’ a song by a band that I can’t get enough of; In-flight safety. For some reason I have connected with these Canadian guys so intensely and immensely that I have literally felt them extend a hand down through the dark pit my addiction has thrown me into and pulled me out. All through vocals that sooth me so gently and so warmly, I’m convinced it was recorded in a placenta. I have listened to surround, out of sight, lucky boy from this same band and I can’t even begin to describe the spiritual transformation I begin to collapse into when honey tasting pond streams through my wire.

I have been taught a few things and I have been humbled in the process. I have been thinking this is just a stage like most of the others. That after all I was going to go back and I can’t do that. Not because my pride won’t let me go back into rebuilding friendships of Atlantis. No. But because I have had a taste of a controlled life. A life without fear or apologies. A life where I knew what I wanted and who I wanted. A life where I knew how I wanted to spend my day and where I wanted to spend it. A life without regard for external opinions or external emotions and it feels darn good. I can’t change the past and the possible hurt I might have caused some people, I won’t even bother trying. Not because I’m insensitive but because if there’s anything at all I’ve learned recently, it’s that everything happens for a reason. I won’t apologize for having a predilection for good breathing, positive energy and reasonable intelligence. After all I deserve it, we all do and I understand that I am negative energy to some people. Well I’m sorry but do what I’ll do in your place, cut me off and don’t apologize for it. I know I won’t.