Hey music lovers, sup? Is it just me or it happens to you too. Something about music kinda has spiritual powers (not diabolical just in case you’re thinking of the baba in ya village). I really don’t understand the dynamics but it always has a way of doing something to you, good music that is. I am kinda of emm.. trying to explain it but like MJ said gone is the grace for expression of passion (sorry to you wey dey spin babe, run dry on those sugar coated lies that guys always tell and you’re…yeah, I am gonna say it f**ked).
You listen to some songs and they induce you to think and wonder (listen to Dem bobo by femi kuti) some make you so happy that you wonder if you have won a jackpot, some fill you with hope and motivate you (listen to “I know I can” by Nas or “ghetto child” by Joe feat. shaggy). Some songs are just plain prophetic that you wonder if Nostradamus wrote the song, some just get you high…. Like real high(checkout “natural mystic” by Bob Marley) some make you feel this feeling that we young people love to feel… yes they make us speechless and give us butterflies, we all love butterflies, big, small, medium, rich, poor, beautiful, ugly e.t.c we all want to be loved (let micheal jackson’s “speechless” or robbin thicke’s “lost without you” or shaina twain’s “still the one” or Shayne ward’s “breathless” do the trick) how about when regrets come our way (yes ke, with the rate at which people jump in and out of beds these days theres bound to be breakups listen to celine dion’s “think twice” or asha’s “bibanke”) this world would be thrash without music.
Now to the main issue (I guess this is where so many people are gonna hate me but who cares!) there is a global depreciation of intellectual soundness in our modern day music. Music has so deteriorated to the point that people don’t give a shit about lyrics anymore and that not because we don’t like lyrics, like most “I sabi sing wannabes claim”(stupid lazy people who tell una say we no like lyrics say na only beat we like). Please where did all the inspiration go, since when did music be all about all the different colors and sizes of “yansh and bobee”. Shit, oga don come, make I go sell market for my oga when I come back I go continue, checkout our artist of the week and leave ya comments.






