Month: February 2013

If music was a drug, I would be addicted!


Melanie, Melanie Fiona  If she was a siren, I would gladly let her dulcet tones seduce me. I would yield to the melodious cadence of her voice, as it lulls me to a swift and violent end. Then again, if she WAS a siren; I wouldn’t have a choice. But that isn’t the point. The point is, ladies and gentlemen, this woman can sing!

I say this genuinely and not because I love Trinidadian women…but you wouldn’t know that. Oh..umm, well you do now. But so what? It still stands!

All the songs from her that I enjoy, are like a poetic soliloquy: to all the failed relationships I never had, and the emotional baggage that they personify.

If you had asked me to vocalise said soliloquy, it would go something like this: This time, 4am, I just keep running; I end up on The wrong side of a love song and It Kills Me.

Even the names of her songs rolls of the tongue like a desperate plea to your lost love. Like a text message made in the night when the memories of what used to be, overwhelms what is.
listening to her music, I can imagine my self being in a confessional – no insult meant to Catholicism – as a disembodied voice whispers in my ear; and tells me of the pain she is going through.

It is this aspect of her music and performance, why I think she is so good. When you listen to her songs, when you hear her voice. All you hear is passion, and you know – without the shadow of a doubt – she is singing form the heart.

Why is this important? Well Frank Ocean said it best: “I can’t feel nothin…every single record autotunin’, Zero emotion, muted emotion, pitch corrected, computed emotion”

If I must buy music, I want it to be authentic. I want the artist to actually be able to sing outside of studio adjustments. I want the same emotional weight from the single/track to be present in the live performances. There are a lot of musicians, that when you hear them live, you wonder if they are the same person that sang the song that resonated with you so profoundly.

All I can say is: When it comes to music, “Give it to me right or don’t give to me at all-” or “I’m gone and never coming back.”

By now, you would have noticed the copious amounts of Melanie Fiona song references. If you did not, then you may read it over; they are fairly obvious. It is a clichéd technique to be sure. However, like the refrain from a poem it has a desired effect.

Melanie makes music fueled by her experiences; or at least I would like to think this is true.
For me, she creates and performs soul music. Music that speaks to you, that you can relate to or empathise with. And for those of you who create and use music as your muse, well she inspires me too. So much so, I will write a small ‘poem’ to express how good I find her music.

Ahem, here goes:

When I listen to her sing
My heart beats a mile,
And sends shivers up my spine
I stop
open my eyes
And smile
I think: Divine.
Good music!

And for those of you who are into pop-culture references. No I did not mean Kanye’s label.

Next time you have a few minutes, listen to Melanie Fiona. Try something old school and burn a CD for your girl or guy. Expressing your undying devotion. Or just enjoy the music because its good. Assuming that isn’t too mainstream.

Who are some of your favourite Musicians? And what do you listen that is cathartic? Let me know, I’m always open to new musical experiences.

Oh, before I forget. Should you want to check her out. Go: Here


Thinking about you!! Wondering what I’m gonna do with forever!

Strolling among the debris of the emotional equivalent of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. I begin to wonder. Why, like a Moth to a flame, are we attracted to these burning embers: Failed relationships?

When you are in a relationship and it ends. That should be it, right? It is standard knowledge that in our age most relationships are ephemeral entities Like a gossamer web of emotions: love, rage, jealousy and hate. All juxtaposed in a cacophonous melody called love.

Whenever you end a relationship, or one ends. There are two things that might occur mentally. You might decide you want nothing to do with the person anymore, that you really want them back: maybe because you saw them with someone else; maybe because you care, who knows.

I will not get into what happens when you search for a second chance in most- failed- relationships. To me that is akin to searching for a large body of water in the Mohave, to satiate your thirst: A pipe dream. (A very rusty pipe at that)

Mental digression aside. It is quite disconcerting, when you decide that your ex is better off without you. Yet you do not want anyone to have them. That is like having food you don’t want but refusing to give it to the starving child you pass on the street; with eyes so deep, the glimpse of her soul makes your heart skip a beat.

When you encounter your ex- and they are so happy, perhaps more than they ever were with you. Do you resent the person that is making them happy?

Or do you conduct self introspection: wonder what you did wrong, what you didn’t do and if you even got anything right?

Do you then torment your self with the idea that you failed? Do you convince yourself you could do better given a second chance?

Or do you take part in the age old dance? Inundating our passions with meaningless liaisons with meaningless people: The rebound. Not to say people are meaningless, just people who do not significantly matter to you.

I have always felt love- like anything else- is energy. When you love you build up that energy and store it. When you lose the subject of your affection, you have left over energy. And you Love them even more after having lost them because that energy has no where to go. You have lost your conduit. I mean, after all, if energy cannot be destroyed all we can do is transfer it.

This is where the rebound comes in; you find someone else to ease your mind into the idea of being single once more. Reckless and unfair as it may be – should you happen to be the ‘reboundee’- It is an act in which we all partake.This Valentine day, lets hope you have the one you love close by. If you aren’t so lucky. Well then, some cathartic music never hurts.

“Was gonna give you these flowers tonight…
As I watch you kiss him softly the same way you kissed me.
And I scream what am I gonna do with forever now?
(What do I do, what do I do?)
Tell me what am I gonna do with forever now?
(What do I do, what do I do?)”

Ne-yo: Forever Now

Happy Vlentines day Peeps. BLESS!

Texas Chainsaw 3D, A Moive that should have remained in…. “Tales from the Crypt!”

Sometimes you go to the theatre totally enthused to watch a movie; you head to the Box Office; secure your ticket and sit in eager anticipation. Then your long-awaited Movie starts;  and it all goes down hill from there.

Early this year, I saw Texas Chainsaw 3D. Which, had so much 3D; I blinked and missed it. I have never been a huge proponent of ‘Horror’ movies. Reason being: most – if not all – of the movies in the genre are not very scary. Most of these movies fall into a: “Slaughter everything in sight indiscriminately” pattern. Which, let’s be honest, is more often than not quite hilarious.

Does that make me sound sadistic? Because if it does, let me just state: “I am not sadistic!” However, the hilarity ensues from the air headed attempts at survival that the “victims” make;  sometimes all I can do is laugh.

SPOILER ALERT! For those of you who: Love this movie and haven’t; seen the movie yet and plan to do so in the near future.
The premise of the movie is as follows:

A group of friends go to Texas to collect the protagonist’s inheritance: A House. Which …wait for it…includes a hulking, psychotic, chainsaw wielding killer; with the mental capacity and development of an 8-year-old. What follows, is standard horror movie fare: people die in very stupid ways. The friends include: Heather, her boyfriend Ryan, her “best friend” Nikki and some guy Nikki is supposed to be currently dating. I labelled him as some guy. Simply because he dies so fast, knowing his name will make no difference. But, if you MUST know. He was called Kenny. I suppose I should have stood up and screamed “Oh my God! They killed Kenny!” But that may have been received poorly by the general theatre audience.

What made this an excruciating experience for me?  Well, the antagonist of the movie, while being large and imposing; also walks/runs with a limp and a chainsaw in his hands weighing – I assume – quite a lot. However, he somehow runs behind a Van, down a driveway that is perhaps a mile long; and keeps pace. He then proceeds to slash the Tyre  the van over turns and the black guy (Ryan) dies.  Ryan is a character my cousin terms ‘the token black guy’. Essentially, it is a black guy in a movie that is killed so quickly; you wonder what he was doing in the movie in the first place. However, since Ryan didn’t even get the ‘honour’ of being killed directly by Leatherface. Clearly he might be less than a “token.”

After Ryan dies, only Nikki and Heather are left alive in the capsized van. It is at this moment, Heather has what I can only term: A moment of panic induced self-sacrifice. She gets out the van and leads Leatherface away from Nikki. This was funny  and (almost, but not quite) tragic; because Nikki and Ryan had just finished a  conversation about the “Birds” and the “Bees” just minutes before. By that I mean: Ryan pollinated Nikki’s garden. In fact, it might be more accurate to say he laid ‘seeds’; as her garden may have been bare of ‘flowers’ resulting in him being forced to ‘plow the soil’; so to speak.

If you know what I mean meme

Nikki was so thankful; she remained in the Van until Leatherface returned; to drag her off for storage in his meat locker …(Smart girl).

After Leatherface Kills all of Heather’s friends and loved ones; attempts to kill her, then saves her life ( in that order). She decides to stay on and take care of Leatherface as her grandmother wanted. Essentially becoming “family.”

I am all for second chances; moments where the human condition is displayed at its finest. Through acts of selflessness and sacrifice. However, how in the name of the movie going Deities; can a man just violently murder people you have known for a majority of your life; attempted to do the same to you. Yet you want to become his nursemaid? WAIT… WHAT?

I dnt wanan live here!

Suffice to say. I left that theatre feeling like I was a willing participant in a robbery. Because that movie stole One hour and thirty-two minutes (1hr:32min) of my life.
What was the last movie YOU watched? And how did you find it?