Friday 25 May 2012

Can I get an Amen? ...Zola Ximiya


Music is an art form whose medium is sound and silence says Wikipedia. So from that I am sure we can all derive that it’s a form of communication, right? Am I the only one that figures that that’s exactly what music is? Maybe it’s because I am only referring to music that consists of rhythms, melodies, pitches and words. NOT the stuff that has no words. I am not saying that the likes of jazz, trance is not good music. Maybe I am just not musically ‘intelligent’ enough to be able to decipher the message of a song that a musician is communicating, be it happiness or sadness with no words, though all jazz artists say they are communicating an emotion.



Music is said to be linked with mathematics, and math is linked to an evolution of humans, getting better and closer to an understanding of all things. Music in my opinion is getting better and better, and I have a silly theory that it can take you to heaven. Just like really beautiful tasting food I think music can also bring you closer to God.  I don’t think I am the only one that has sung a spiritual song and felt the presence of God right there with them, and been on some other kind of spiritual high.
So then the question I ask myself time and time again is what is the purpose of music? Is it to communicate or to enjoy on a road trip or relax to or to help you dissect life issues and resolve them? Is music prayer? I feel that I have to ask is music a way in which we pray? A sort of communication with God, the Universe; crying out rejoicing and or asking for solutions answers?


An example of knowledgeable ‘music’ is war cries. War cries are decades old and the only reference I have is the New Zealand’s haka, this, and I am sure we are all familiar with it and don’t need to Google it, because we are aware  of the intensity of that war cry . War cries are musical, I think, and from an outsiders view I would say that they merge the team in an energised ball of confident, forceful and aggressive energy. They also scare the living day lights out of their opponents. Music can be uniting is used to either form or bind groups together, National anthems are continuously used to do exactly that, the intensity of its effect varies. There is one country that I can think of immediately that has its National Anthem reaching its objective: America. The words invoke camaraderie and so much pride in one’s country, and therefore one self, and because of the emotions National Anthems evoke is why we have the famous pompous American attitudes.



Teenagers, adults, black, white, green all at some point in their lives had a point where they had to play a song because it would make them feel better, because it either replicated a feeling they once had or it put them in the space they needed to be in. I have a friend who played Beyonce’s love on top every single day for a month cause of what the words said. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and she wished he could have just put her love on top. Only after a while did I realize that she was literally praying for him to do just that and that the words “baby it’s you, you’re the one I want, you’re the one I need” were the words that would get her all teary eyed and always at that point would she start balling.


Apparently music can lure you to hell some say. The illuminate are a group of people that work together with Lucifer, the musical angel, to lure you into a satanic life, and in a way straight to hell. There are many musicians said to be tied with this group Beyonce, Jay Z ,Rihanna and Kanye West. Whether all this is true would be a whole other article, but it just points out to me that music is a more emotional communication. These pitches, rhythms and words, have to be some sort of energy or force put out and or indulged in to serve an emotional and sometimes spiritual purpose, it maybe something as light as just getting you in a better mood ( an upbeat song) , or maybe a song that brings a shared emotion and with that emotion unity, it could be as deep as you singing a future you hope to have ,or something as binding as you singing yourself to hell.

Monday 21 May 2012

For the love of music... Mookho Makhetha

I am writing this as a music fan


It concerns me that music writing is still not a lucrative endeavour when the African music industry itself is a vibrant galaxy of musical genres. I cannot be certain if this is because the focus of some journalists has narrowed or their ideas of audience needs (and abilities) have narrowed. It just seems that people do not take music and musicians as seriously as they could. This might have to do with the attitude that a music career itself is not a strong career choice.


Getting assigned the entertainment beat and having a few columns for music in a magazine or newspaper (print or online) is not the same as having a whole publication dedicated solely to music.

The internet is inundated with music bloggers and music sites showing that people like to talk about music just as much as they like to listen it and download it for free. Professional journalists, especially in Africa do not seem to be taking up the opportunity to join or expand the conversation.

As large as the online music blogosphere is, it is still left on the fringes of “normal” life. Most bloggers have day jobs and do not have the resources to invest in exhaustive tales about an artist’s music. Some blogs while engaging and well-written (even better than most journalistic pieces) do not have access to the artists.  That music writing is not a worthwhile pursuit, that it is something that one does in their spare time and will often play second fiddle to people’s “real” careers is precisely the problem.

Music news has devolved into up to the minute updates about a rapper’s latest arrest with a subsequent blow by blow account of their trial. It is far easier to find news about a star’s latest eccentric behaviour, often involving amateur porn, drugs and a car, than it is to find an article that properly weighs on their album or live stage performances. Musicians have grown increasingly hostile towards journalists because the only brand of journalism they have been dealt was the gossipy kind.

There are more pop culture references to a musician’s personal failures than to their music. Ts’eliso Monaheng[1] pointed out that we never got a chance to critically discuss Brown Dash’s music or kwaito music as a whole before he passed away. But we definitely knew about his troubles with TS Records. The same is true for Brenda Fassie and a litany of other artists. We learnt about the alleged beef between Don Jazzy and D-Banj when D-Banj migrated to Kanye West’s G.O.O.D Music. It saddens me that the only legacy some artists may leave behind is the theatrical narration of their trials and tribulations, truthful and otherwise, all over gossip rags.

On the other hand, artist interviews have become boring recitations of cookie cut questions and if the artist is well-liked it can become hagiographic. Empty similes, vague explanations and convoluted descriptions of songs are characteristics of current writings about music. Television interviews no longer serve to unpack an artist and their music. It is simply another (often empty) chat to promote the musician’s newest CD. People would sooner copy-paste a whole interview than engage with an artist’s words and ideas to tell their narrative as creatively as possible but remaining as accurate as possible.

I am not suggesting that a journalist is better equipped to cover an artist than a blogger. I am also not arguing that the quality of bloggers works is bad. Well, some are terrible. I am arguing that journalists have industry backing – the equipment and the money to make several journeys a month to cover a story. They have greater access to the artist and other industry insiders than most bloggers do. And yet, music journalism has been cast to the fringes of the journalistic profession, to fill up the middle pages of the Sunday paper. I feel we – not just writers, journalism students, musicians but everyone - are missing out on the opportunity to interact with our music at a much deeper level than just hooking up our earphones to the artists that we love. I could even argue that the art itself (music) is suffering from this dearth in discourse.

Some will say that the peer to peer sharing of music records and our beloved geeks who digitise vinyl religiously (I love you), have made the music journalist an irrelevant critic.


I believe there is a market for professionals who can write about music to provoke, excite and inform music lovers. Music journalism has the capacity to expand the conversation and connect music communities who otherwise would not have known about each other. There are a few music lovers in the world who will trawl the large sea of 1s and 0s to find a different type of sound.

However, these professionals cannot act as experts or specialists about any type of music. Music journalism is not a way of telling people who or what is good or not. I believe it is way to add to the musical discussion and not monopolise it. There is a gap in music writing that needs to be filled if for no other reason than to etch a musician’s legacy into the history books so that we too can have a museum of music. Well, as far as African music is concerned. And we Africans know what it is like to have our histories written by somebody else.




[1] Ts’eliso Monaheng. 2012. Brown Dashed, Mahala, http://www.mahala.co.za/culture/brown-dashed/

Friday 18 May 2012

Brotha to the night - Darius Lovehall

Say, baby... can I be Your slave? I've got to admit girl you're the shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be O shun.
Ooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child... wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that'll spite Jehovah.
Shit. Who am I? It's not important.
But me they call me brother to the night. And right now... I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Who am I? I'll be whoever you say, but right now I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want to give you injections of sublime erections and get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream archetypes of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted, contorted,
metaphoric jizm.
Come on slim. F^ck your man. I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather the deal with the fallacy of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.
Who am I? Well, they call me Brother to the night.
And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?

from Love Jones (movie)

Tuesday 15 May 2012

Beats by Play... theBoy Thosh


I am a nerdcore gamer, and I also enjoy my music like everyone else who now hates MTV for not playing music anymore. When I finally got to combine the tranquility/ head-banging-ness of music with the challenge and sense of accomplishment of video games, my mind was blown. Two time-wasters for the price of one?! Count me in!


Ever heard of Guitar Hero™? This game literally makes you a living (room) rockstar. It’s a console game that gives you a guitar-shaped controller that lets you simulate playing rock music. And may I stress the fact that you get to rock out alongside an array of the most recognised hit-makers in this music genre from the likes of Ozzy Osbourne, Jimi Hendrix, Sum 41, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, just to name a few.

The challenge is to match your playing with theirs as best you can. You can also play against someone else, to see how well those late friday night practise sessions (when no one calls for a plan to go out) are paying off. And don’t worry, you don’t need new piercings, black make-up and goth spikes for this; you can strum this guitar in your birthday suit.

But why stop at guitars? Picture the full bachelor pad band: Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drum Kit and Microphone … Is this how you wanna rock \m/ ?

Rock Band™ lets you annoy the living earthness of your immediate co-habitants. It is your own personal rock concert, all thanks to game developers that appreciate the need for music to be the integral part of a gaming experience. Your idle mates and you are the band and the roaring crowd, minus a mosh pit.

The awesomeness of karaoke with the tangibility of air guitar and air drums is something everyone should aspire to. Choose from a long list of legendary past and current rock bands, from Police to Beatles to Fall Out Boy, and go amp versus amp.

*talking to the student in headphones at the back of the class, yes the class* “Rock doesn’t get your head bobbing, toes tapping or knee slapping? Is there something for you?”

One answer, DJ Hero™. Yes it’s as awesome as you’re picturing it right now. Full simulation of turntabling mash up club bangers from the biggest names in the industry. The launch even employed the Eminem and Jay Z Renegade concert, and provided a special edition of the same, featuring a full DJ style kit: Turntable controller, DJ Table and carry case. From Daft Punk to 2pac; you have the chance to match up accented beats, crossfade between songs and scratch like a pro all in attempts to get a high score.
Yes, it’s just a game … but good music isn’t just the soundtrack, it’s the whole damn point! Don’t call me for karaoke on thursdays, call me for DJ Hero night at the student bar (the one with the weird looking bar stool at the end of that street). It’s a proven fact that ladies love DJs, so how much more will the love DJ Heroes? Exactly.

Cool instrument shaped controllers are all awesome, but sometimes, you just want to keep using your trusty mouse and keyboard for entertainment. Maybe all you want to do is play an almost mindless puzzle with background music. You’ve swept all the mines from pixel 1 to pixel 1600 (FYI, best game of last century) and you still have an hour to kill before an hour to your assignment deadline.

Audiosurf™ is the game for you. It’s simply a puzzle racer that adapts to the music you choose. Load your own tunes and fly a jet over the analysed beats till the song ends. Every song becomes it’s own unique race course, and all you need is your mouse/ keyboard.
Simple yet satisfying. Dynamic colours, vibrant motion, time-wasting luxury of a game. Music isn’t just an accompaniment, it’s a game that must be played and won.
And so says theBoy Thosh

Monday 14 May 2012

Saving for that so called rainy day… Naomi Gathirua


 We all want to do it, but where to start is the main question we are faced with. A major reason for financial trouble is caused by unsound habits of money management, starting early may save you a plethora of money troubles. Here are some few basic steps to help you to save:

-           Pick a great young adult’s account; this ensures you get the best deals. Most bank accounts have freebies, factor in the freebies but always read the small print. Do have a savings account, as well as a current account, ensuring every month a substantial amount of money goes in your savings account. In addition to that, do not carry around the savings ATM card, this enables you not to be tempted to indulge while out there. Do seek professional advice at a bank or financial institution. Financial advisers are built to understand that all people come from all walks of life and have different incomes and spending patterns. Thus helping you to map out a sound savings plan, be it for an emergency fund or money you could use to invest, either in shares or bonds.

-           Post-pone self indulgence; Manage your money by eliminating all unnecessary things, which you can actually live comfortably without, say cable subscriptions oh yes, it is possible to live without a weekly dose of Keeping up with the Kardashians or the series that you dash home like a cheetah to watch. Try downsizing your subscription package, that way you still have some choice over your entertainment.

-           Partying; it is part of a lifestyle. But one thing I have learnt is you better budget for this one before you actually leave the house, that way you don’t get an eerie feeling the morning-after, as you peep into your wallet or handbag, hoping you didn’t use as much as you thought you did..I know it has all happened to us.

-           Contemplate before you spend; This means really thinking about if you need it and if it is within your means, even better try get it elsewhere for cheaper. There is always a cheaper option, just look for it. 
      
     Unsound habits of money management are the root cause in not being able to save, follow these simple steps and before you know it your savings account will be looking rather pretty.


Monday 7 May 2012

Music and my life... Laura Atema



In my random moments of deep and/or shallow thinking it helps me clear up my muddled thoughts, in other words music has got through some sh**. Good and bad I associate a lot of my memories with music. As I remember my dad teaching us silly songs to sing along to on road trips to my grandmother’s house upcountry or whatever random location we were going on holiday. Or my mom singing her lively hymns on Saturday as we all spring cleaned the house (take note we don’t have spring) the cleaning was tedious and cut into our play/chill time but we did it anyway and ended up loving it because we bonded with our mother in the process of getting the windows spotless. Or my siblings and I singing the songs that my dad taught us for the road trip but were now getting on his nerves because we were lost. Or making a playlist for my friend to listen to who is going through her umpteenth break up with that asshole (read ‘love of her life’). Or just good old fashioned dancing to the beat because it’s catchy.

That’s how much I love music; my father was convinced I would end up in the industry. As a dancer, singer, rapper, producer something of the sort. But I couldn’t. I love music, I live music but I never wanted to do music. It’s my haven; if it became my profession too I think my love for it would get suffocated and die.
But as I live and learn and grow I realise that a good song that relates to where I am at can get me through most situations in life, I mean who needs love or happiness? I have music hahaha!!
Right now as I write this, I am listening to music, well my sister is and I just happen to be in the room. It’s not my favorite genre or artist but as I type I’m bopping my head. It’s an involuntary action I guess.
Music makes a lot of things easy to deal with in my life. That long unanticipated walk is made much easier by plugging in my earphones to my phone (iPod for what?!) and blasting a few tunes as I walk, that deadline I have to meet that I procrastinated against is achieved much easier with some jams in the background, music makes passing time seem seamless (see what I did there?), heck I even use songs to time myself in doing activities (three songs is enough for a shower).
I have my graduation, engagement, wedding and even funeral songs picked out. That’s how much it matters to me, and how much I want it to feature in my life or how crazy I must seem.
Ok I’m going to stop now… I could gush all day about my love for music, and I know I’m not alone in this love.  Because I am sure there is at least one of you nodding and smiling in agreement, I see you and all I can do is gush some more and whisper “isn’t it wonderful?”


by Savon


As the moon recognizes the passing hand of the sun,
 I saw you pass and recognize you as my one. 
The one. 
Meaning more than half the day spent memorizing the nape of your neck, tonguing down trails back up to your vocal chords that murmur “don’t stop, don’t stop”. 
We fit you are my one, my perfect one.
 My single most wanted.

Hips, ass and toes, lips, ears and nose to be exposed on top of this face of smiling  beard  that dislikes the taste of tens and only has appetite for the life of my one.
 You’re my one, my one please be my only one.

-from the American sitcom Girlfriends

Why I love music... Chimwemwe Nkhoma


If you don’t know then music has been that agent like men in black unconsciously transforming and shaping your life and that’s the power of music. I will explain. So I’ve heard them say ‘If music is the food of life, play on’ (Shakespeare) and rightfully so, you must enjoy your music, even though we can debate as to what is good music but that’s a topic for another day. I doubt there is or I am yet to find a person who does not find music somewhat an essential part of life. I know we have abnormalities in life like people who have completely differing views from ourselves and sit right at the opposite end of the spectrum and yet we hold those abnormalities acceptable to a certain extent of course. However to not be connected to music is a kind of abnormality I would place under the ‘what the heck, in what world’ category, even that seems pretty standard for a shock category. So just in case you might disagree, I argue that everybody, no matter the race, body size, nationality, language, political views, fetish or thinking capacity among so many other facets to this endless list, is influenced by music, full stop. 
I have found that music is the gateway to the soul (some could argue it’s not but I am the one writing this piece) and that’s the reason why you could listen to a song and then find that it triggers all kinds of emotions. Music is so powerful that it can break down all defensive mechanisms in a person without asking for permission. More often than not, I come across a song that just doesn’t go with my belief system and vow that I shall never utter the lyrics again, like forever ever? Yeah, like forever ever (Outkast). Then it always happens that when I go to the shops, the shop DJ just has to have that song playing and without thinking twice about it, I find myself singing along, humming that tune like there’s no tomorrow, I might even throw in a one-two step while I throw things in the shopping cart (For a Christian, it could even be a Lady Gaga song if we have to go to the extreme in illustrating this point).
Music is so powerful that it has been encoded or encrypted as part of our memory system. There are some songs that as soon as they start playing, remind me of some ass-whooping my parents done gave me in the past. It just so happens that as they were whipping me with that belt or uniquely selected piece of bamboo, a particular song was playing (lol, one might wonder how troublesome a child I was to deserve that bamboo or was it?…). So unfortunately and fortunately music is that powerful to get in into our lives whether we are willing or unwilling to let it, and it frequently take us back in time to a place of happiness or sadness, depending on the memories that music has been associated with our life’s events. I still laugh at the fact that music reminds me of moments such as my ass-whooping days, of moments when I played the wrong song for the wrong occasion, perhaps a first spark of love (Hmmm), graduation celebration and the like. At the same time music reminds me of painful moments, moments that even as a man, could let a few tears loose but I am grateful that there’s that flexibility to allow and make the song cry (Jay-Z) and then we are exempted from such even though emotions sometimes may get the best of us.
However the flip side to this coin is, you can and you personally do choose what music to influence you. I’m sure that in the past few days you have spent at least one to two hours organising a play list that you will play/have been playing during a particular time, perhaps even during your boring lectures to escape to a preferential world of carefully woven metaphors to a mind-blowing instrumental or it could simply be for your time alone to reflect on what it is that you want to do with your life reasons vary. I wouldn’t be surprised though that some people and may be even yourself have a romantic/loving making playlist specially prepared for those moments we all seem to gravitate towards (The story of our lives, lol). Others have an angry playlist and that’s when people are pushed to the limit or an inspiration playlist which when tuned into, one feels motivated to accomplish anything in life and for my inspiration, these I have plenty.
I work as a project’s engineer for a Building Automation Management company and my days comprise of going to site to install the automation systems as well as programming the smart devices for access control, surveillance, HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Condition). I would have lost my head a long time ago if every day, all day, I worked at the sound of drilling machines, chatter in the background, doors slamming every now and then, a toilet flush so often, the verbal frustrations of my colleagues screaming at their computers etc. For this reason I can’t do without my iPod touch (Thank God for Steve Jobs and may his soul rest in peace). It’s a must to have that iPod with me and that allows me to say I enjoy what I do on the job because I work at the beat of that African drum, the rhythm, yes you guessed it, that melody too. The sounds all seem to put a pace at my work, every now and then, head-bobbing and more frequently than not, I just want to get out of my chair and dance to it. Yeah, music is supposed to excite you, move you and I believe it does.
If I were to inaugurate music, I would stand tall at the podium and praise music for all the different areas of the human life it affects. I would say I am grateful for every person blessed with musical ability. I am grateful for each chord, especially the G, D and A-majors. I am grateful for every guitar strumming especially the good ones. I am grateful for those artists that have made it in the music industry because far more than voicing out their thoughts that sometimes we don’t really care about as much as the beat, they give hope to the masses and inspire ‘wanna-BEs’ to reach a like position in life. I am grateful for the African drums, I believe its sound has been loud enough that those across seas from the African continent have followed suit to recycle the art to the different forms or genres of music. I am grateful that music like a drug, gives us a certain high, helps us to escape certain realities, moves us to dance regardless of our dancing skills, and throw our hands in the air regardless of the people around. Furthermore I am grateful that even when the music fades and the musical high wares off and we return to that reality, for that period when we are plugged in the musical highness, we seize to forget, especially those unpleasant situations. In addition I have found that the musical highness allows us to connect with other people with a like mind or perhaps expressing like emotions and then we know that we are not alone after all.
For many centuries, music has single handed been able to imitate every human emotion we could possibly have, so great a force, it could be the death of us. Music has allowed us to get in touch with our spirituality and as a Christian I often feel I have missed out the essential part of the service if I miss the praise and worship. Music is all around us that even nature sings it too. This you shall agree with if you listen carefully to the birds or the whistles made by the wind as it blows through the trees. Music shall continue to influence us so we might as well embrace it. However, it remains important to know that only you are the master of what music you accept to shape your character. I couldn’t live without it and I hope the same holds true for you. Otherwise you are just that abnormality and we shall never connect. Music is indeed the food of life and thus far, we must play on. Ladies and gentlemen, a standing ovation for one of the greatest forces in our lives, **MUUUUUUUUUUUUUSIC**!!!

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Music


This month our topic is music
I’m not going to go on the typical tirade about how music is life and revolves around it; if you have ears you already know this. Everyone loves music, from the cleaner who hates his job, to the CEO who also hates his job. Music features in most of our lives.
This month what we want you to understand and get a view of what music means to us, how music is made shared and all that bru-ha-ha (yes it’s a word) and of course we are still trying to get famous.
Many thanks to the writers, posters, mloggers… we are all busy but I’m glad we took the time to share our thoughts with the World Wide Web.

Much love
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