Shitty music: The thought process

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“Behind the thought process for shitty music”

Most have watched those behind the scenes videos, “the making of videos” where there’s a crew capturing what the other crew is doing and how they are doing it. So I decided to share my thought process before I get down to writing my ridiculously awesome opinions. Gents and ladies I present to you my thought process that resulted into “shitty music”.

The Process

I have grown to hate it when I am in the company of my elders and the music topic comes up. It usually starts when “the sharper” elder tries explaining what a particular contemporary song is to the others. When his attempts fail, and they usually do, they all come to the conclusion “the music of young people these days doesn’t make sense”. Look here Old Men and Women of the clans(s), it makes sense to us. I am sure there was a time in your youth where your elders then thought the music you are praising now was shitty. So let us be, let us enjoy or shitty music with pride.

But they have a point, our music is mostly shitty but not all of it is. A good song nowadays can be recorded on a phone, produced on a phone and sent to a media house for airplay from that phone. All that can be done just in a day. If the concept and content is good you will definitely get good feedback. These smart phones have us a lot more connected than we care to admit. Making songs in such innovative ways means one gets to explore and adventure a bit more with different sounds compared to what was available then. So yes, some of it is good but the elderly will still not understand because music has evolved and the sounds have changed. Language has changed too so I understand why most of them complain. The same way I will complain to a Justin Bieber fan that’s in high school.

There is old music that will never get old as long as this bunch of humans is still on earth. But as usual, the songs will fade as we all slowly part from mother earth. Tastes and preferences! There are those too. What sounds good to my ear might sound horrible to yours.
After taken into account all this there is music that is just plain shitty. If a song can’t be danced too, listened to privately, if a song doesn’t put across any relevant message it is simply SHITTY.

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Shitty music!

Like any other normal male kid I started listening to music at a very young age. The years kept on going by and things started getting a little boring. Then things really got boring at some point till the genre confinement stopped.

Hip-hop and RnB. That was my shit. Country music never appealed to me in the least so my pool was already limited. Then I got into Hillsong (phew)! Those were the days when music started sounding different. I hated the fact that it was gospel music but I didn’t really care. The music was on point until I discovered there were hillsong instrumentals! Things got exciting again! I could now mute the words and still listen to the nice instrumentals! That went on for quite a while.

Hillsong music got boring so I dipped into Rock. Wow! The alternative rock was amazing! After that, Pandora’s Box opened up! I stopped having a genre preference, a “favorite genre”. I started listening to anything and everything. I stopped judging music I hadn’t listened to yet and there was simply no looking back. At this point there was a lot to listen to and I was set for life. At least that’s what I thought.

Then I met a friend who always insisted I listen to specific tracks and he always pointed a particular hook, rhyme, flow and this changed music for me. I realized I wasn’t listening to music this entire time. Yes, my tastes were limitless but this just opened a whole other universe. Songs sounded differently now, I paid attention to the lyrics, I paid attention to the cool videos and started appreciating that talent a bit more. Music was good, it was creative, it was mood changing and heck music became life.

These experiences showed me that I’ve been cheated of good music for a very long time.  Seriously what is wrong with our Ugandan music industry?  I have tried supporting but eh eh! I cannot come up with a list of ten good Ugandan artists. This is not coming from an ignorant perspective; I have listened to our Ugandan music and a lot of music from all over “naye abaffe mutuwaayo”. FAKE music being hyped by the media on the daily! I have no tolerance for shitty music now. It sucks when a talented fellow goes “main stream” and starts producing really shitty music because sales need to be made. I get that, we all need to hustle but “reyale” a little more work and patience on that verse might make the song more tolerable. The ironic bit is the shitty music which gets hyped and picked up by fake people with fake tastes vanishes within a month or so being replaced by more shitty music!

As Ugandans we are trying so hard to catch up with the rest of the world but we haven’t qualified for that race yet. I slowed down and I can honestly tell you the shitty mess we are living behind ain’t fancy!

On that note kudos to #BavubukaAllStars  #St.NellySade # A – pass # Santana #Milege

I am in mate

Behind Bars Source:bulawayo24.com
Behind Bars, Source:bulawayo24.com

My view of inmates has always been an ugly picture. Mean guys, violent, scary, sodomists (soap dropping); the not-so-pleasant list goes on. Though there might be truth to some of the stories out there (which I do not bother asking about), my interest was always in what is not talked about and this had to come from an authentic source. So, yesterday I got the chance to interact with some inmates.

First off, these were some of the few cool people I have met so far.

While having a conversation with someone, most times what that person says to you will depend on the kind relationship you have. A stronger relationship will naturally force more lies and vice versa. Why? You are of some “value” to that person and telling you the truth might pose a serious threat to that “value”. It could be money, pussy, company, beer, pork or even chibuku (that’s me). Humans usually talk real when they are not held back by the fear of saying something you might not like. It is disappointing when that something said is not what you want to hear, but it gets exciting when the words uttered by that person sound like they came from you. These people understood the workings of society on a surprisingly deep level and listening to them talk was refreshing.

They were all alphas and I could sense the alpha energy around me. The way they talked to each other, the way they talked to the prison wardens reeked of “alphaness.” As we started talking my alpha energy synced with theirs and the bond was created. I started listening to what they were saying.

Among all these cool guys Mike shared some interesting thoughts though I am quite sure if I had more time I would have talked to each of them personally. I have no doubt that there are other Mike’s in “prison”. Mike is a 22 year old humble guy who recently learnt how to cook during his time “behind bars”, which hasn’t been that long; a couple of months or so, give or take. He is the cook but had no cooking experience at all before he transitioned into this phase of his life. Right now, Mike is capable of cooking you up a 2 star meal in the amazon forest with nothing but a match box (until he learns how to use sticks to make a fire). He is that resourceful!

According to Mike prison has taught him a lot that he probably wouldn’t have learnt out there with the “normal” people. He was assigned Kitchen duty because of his character and this turned out to be an amazing learning place for him. Prison has widened his perspective on life and I honestly don’t think this would have happened anywhere else.

As we talked, the religion topic got slipped into the conversation by another cool guy, Mike went on to say “I think religious people are stupid” he apologized to me for any offence that he might have caused since I was the stranger there (LLOL – Literally Laughed Out Loud). I made sure we moved on past that topic because I didn’t want the others to start questioning their beliefs if I started talking about religion. As we continued to talk it dawned on me;

We are all humans going through the same struggles. Just because you are not “behind bars” doesn’t mean you are not BEHIND BARS. In law, “a person commits false imprisonment when he/she commits an act of restraint on another person which confines that person in a bounded area. An area is only bounded if freedom of movement is limited in all directions.”
Are you really free? Or is freedom an illusion? Aren’t we all under false imprisonment? Is movement free in all directions? Do you have the means to move around in all directions? Who controls those means? Isn’t that controller your “prison” warden?

So before you think you are any different from those cool people “behind bars” think about your own “BARS”.

I learnt a lot from these cool guys and when another chance presents itself I intend to seize it by the boobs and caress it 🙂

Quotes
“We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.”
-Khalil Gabran

“The preachers and lecturers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves. Why, a free-spoken man, of sound lungs, cannot draw a long breath without causing your rotten institutions to come toppling down by the vacuum he makes. Your church is a baby-house made of blocks, and so of the state.

…The church, the state, the school, the magazine, think they are liberal and free! It is the freedom of a prison-yard.”

-Henry David Thoreau, I to Myself: An annotated selection from the journal of Henry D. Thoreau

What else are you missing out on? (2)

In 2012 I came across this article and posted it here. But as usual, since people do not give a damn, I am quite sure most missed out on this when it made the rounds on the internet. Well, luckily for you Wakweika is here to keep such articles on standby for you to read at your pleasure. But if you don’t give a damn, I suggest you go back to that other facebook or twitter tab that is open. Enjoy.

“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurriedly, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”

Joshua Bell playing in the subway

PS:This was adopted from a Facebook page called General Knowledge. It’s not an original post. You should check it out by clicking here

Click here for the to access the YouTube subway footage which was put together by the Washington Post in 2007

Quote:

“Death: Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know, that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom.”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

Words that speak

[verse 1]

“Live long and prosper

This is a universal message to all my people at the Oscars

The revolution will not be televised

Momma asked me how you fight the oppressor when you’re internalized

This is for my people man

Everyone we’ve lost

Torn pages

Chapters from the Kaizer’s holocaust

I flip through my own issues and finally pick one

The struggle in Lubango and teaching it to my own son

And don’t you ever forget where you come from, son

If you’re my son, you’re from the place that I’m from, son

I tell them I am from an era when evil was proximity

Apartheid

In a class with the old enemy

But now I’m keeping it steady

I’m fighting these scores of warlord pawns and their machetes

Until we rise up in arms and grip the baton

With Thomas Sankara’s love hate for la resistance

[Verse 2]

“This is for all of my people struggling

Trying to be a better man

Rock bottom like sediments

World of black and white

I’m thinking like where do I fit in

Wondered if I’d ever live to see a Baster president

Corruption and incompetence evident in our governments

Claim they for the people but do it for their own betterment

Still

Always remaining slaves to the economy

We paying bills and taxes before we ever done get to eat

Dawg, that ain’t living, that is slavery

It’s plain to see

Power will corrupt any human being absolutely

For my freedom I always knew I could turn to the music

Try and remain the truest

Do it with art

My brains oozing with thought

These youngins looking up to us so we lead them with art

Because our leaders do not

It takes one spark for that revolution to pop

My third eye’s wide open

Tell me why yours is not?”

[Verse 3]

“They say the best things in life are free

But I don’t think so

This ain’t the booze talking

Best believe that I don’t drink so

See, I just change my mind a lot

I’m something like a skitzo

The one line is sublime

The dance is a Kalipso

Of lost souls traded for cheap imitation and some sold

A small town in north of Namibia

Stories unfold

This is Marvel universe return of the skrull

This is Samuel Maharero rap return of the skulls

So fly the banner

Step forth in the light and wield the hammer

Because kats they will quiz your speech

Watch the grammar

But more so

The timer is sounded in squeals of Morse code

The day I stop breathing will be a hot day in Moscow

Or Ukraine

I made you a solution of flaming Butane

Worth at least a hundred of rappers we call the new lames

And through fame we became the quiet kids in class

But would you sit your ass if the bully was calling you names?”

#Africanflow #BlackVulcanite

Which music are you listening to?

I am an asshole!

Yes, I said it! I am an asshole! There, I said it again. Who isn’t though? The best friend who comes to your room and eats all the cake in the fridge? The “gangos” who come over to your room and drink up all the cold water? The so called chick friend who ignores you completely when she gets a call from a potential FREE-lunch- date?  The “buddy” that only comes around when you come into some money? The family member who drinks straight off everything in the fridge?  The friend who lends you money and demands it in 24hours regardless of the “ka agreement” you had? The “tight” that ditches plot you made a week ago and dares to post pictures having fun with your other friends? So again I ask who isn’t an asshole?

We are all rotating around in circles of assholes. You just choose to “hang” with a certain group of assholes that you call friends because they are just as much of an asshole. For example, when you are in a queue and a certain asshole walks past you like he owns the place, you probably go like “who the hell does this asshole think he is!” That asshole will probably succeed in getting service before you because of his asshole friend working at that counter.

You might be hitching a ride with your asshole friend back home from work, the asshole friend who loves cutting other drivers off? That one! He always does it and somehow you have come to accept that as part of him. Plus, who are you to start opening your mouth when you can be left on the street at any one time, right?

Funny thing is I will meet up with some of these assholes in a bar somewhere in a beautiful suburb and we shall talk about the days’ highlights.

PS: If you are reading this and you have not even for a second come to the conclusion that you’re an asshole…

Inspired by College Humour. Check them out on YouTube.

Beautiful Sunday good people

Pre entry pressure??

Most of my colleagues are freaking out because of the pending LDC pre-entry exam coming up on the 12th of this month. Why? The failure rate is high! I can’t blame them for looking at it this way so today I want to present a different view point;

I think the pressure you let mount at a time like this is simply unnecessary. Pressure leads to panic and panic leads to cloudy judgment and mess-ups. Am sure those reading this and are prepping for that exam think this is some form of consolation coming from a dude who doesn’t know what he’s talking about. So, let’s talk numbers. Last year a total of 1075 candidates sat for the pre-entry and only 302 passed which meant that 28% managed to get 50% and above. In 2012 a total of 1096 candidates sat for pre-entry and 405 (37%) candidates managed to get above 50%.

Some might say its bad karma to enter into such an exam with the belief that failure is an option but I digress. I think such a mentality is healthy. It puts you on alert in such a way that nothing is left to chance. You look at each scenario from all angles making sure that you leave no stone unturned. Thinking there’s guaranteed entry just because you believe so is a myth. If you don’t believe so look at the numbers again. You think all those that didn’t make it didn’t read as hard as you have? You think you’re the first one to cram all the handouts you have? This is not the kind of exam you are going to approach like that last exam paper at campus where you had to cram a few things here and there and voila!

Having this mentality also prepares you for failure. Yes, I’ve said it! Still think it’s a guarantee? Look at the numbers once again. Last year LDC was already putting in place expansion plans that would enable an intake of about 600 candidates. What happened? The failure rate was so high that the institution didn’t need all that room. Assuming this year LDC is willing to take in 600 candidates let’s consider that for a second. This year the Law Council allowed those who had already passed pre-entry before to skip pre-entry this year so apparently about 200 candidates have been automatically admitted. That leaves us with 400 vacancies. Let me assume these figures remain constant, which would mean of over a thousand candidates 600 are not going through just because the number is too high for LDC to handle. However don’t forget that simply because there are 400 vacancies LDC has an obligation to fill all of them up. If the failure rate is high there’s no obligation to fill all the 400.

At this point it becomes a gamble of sorts. Give it the best of what you have (which am sure you have at this point) and wait for feedback as you do something else. Prepare to pass but don’t forget to prepare for failure of this exam which I don’t need to remind you shouldn’t correlate in any way to your life goals.  You have a LAW DEGREE, put that knowledge to use.