Doomed Future of Music


We are doomed musically. Save your old cassettes, CDs and the few memories that you have of old music because it is downhill from here. download

I am working for 20 marks on this topic: Is old music better than todays? Or better put does nostalgia of not paying bills, scheduled nap time, washed well-pressed clothes and family trips paid by parents, etc make us consider the music we used to listen to then more beautiful than the new.

My simple answer would have been: music of today many of the lyrics have no real depth to them anymore either. Lots of mainstream artists don’t even write their own. The music is repetitive, and the lyrics sometimes involve swearing or the typical thought that every song has to be about love. Many of the lyrics have no real depth to them anymore either. Lots of mainstream artists don’t even write their own, etc.

But that would not be worth 20 marks would it?

Music is one manifestation of the human’s incessant need to communicate with his fellows, it expresses the inner states of one individual to another or that of a group to another group. While it is being performed, performer and listener share in this expression of feelings. We usually attempt to define what we call music in terms of the way it is manifested in our own particular culture.

I have a musical friend who shocked me by saying that our generation does not have bass singers. Apparently, it is hard to find a man who can sing bass, the most he can do is the tenor.  He even goes ahead and says that the bass can be removed from the notes and no one will notice. The days spent listening to Il Divo seem more blissful.

Think about how a particular mood is enhanced when we add music. When we feel good the music can make it feel even better. When we feel bad, the music can help to pull us into another frame of mind. At times the wrong music can even make the mood worse, sadder, more morose. Sometimes the sound of it, particularly when it’s not what we want to hear, can drive us almost mad. In any case, we can all accept that it has a powerful effect on us at times.

We cannot speak about our change of music without our change of communication, if we agree that music is one way we communicate as humans, then something must have changed. Some say it is the change or the assimilation of different cultures. Today, we have forces that seem to be working toward a globalization of musical tastes. Iif we look across cultures and even looking within any one, there still exist a great diversity of forms, styles, and traditions of music. Change has always been a factor in culture, but today, with the increasing effectiveness of media and communication, the world is saturated with cultural information and it is rare to find human societies that are even relatively untouched by it. Change brought about by contact between groups is part of the process by which culture evolves, adapts and accommodates

I  am not a declinist. Neither are my friends. But very much nostalgic. Because nostalgic experiences rarely reoccur, we are motivated to savor them by prolonging the time we reminisce about them.

My conclusion to answer all this change of music will be tied to who were are as individuals. Music has not changed, our way of communication has changed, we as people have changed. We chose not to listen to the songs we used to listen to. We want to be trendy by ditching what we loved just to fit in. It won’t hurt to listen to Beyonce’s Survivor if you don’t like the new…..mmmmhhh…… what’s her latest song called? (Someone update me) it is still out there.

 

We are second-hand people. We have lived on what we have been told, either guided by our inclinations, our tendencies, or compelled to accept by circumstances and environment. We are the result of all kinds of influences, and there is nothing new in us, nothing that we have discovered for ourselves: nothing original, pristine, clear. Jiddu Krishnamurti

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Remember, Jesus loves you no matter your situation. He truely does. Trust Him.

Jo-

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A Call For Health


During this past week (I think it was the hardest since the last hardest hardest) so much happened in so little time that I think my body could not keep up with the pace and the different emotions. So like any engine, it collapsed. I fell sick.I hate medicine, I know all about paracetamol, amoxicillin, Brufens, viatmine C, Glucophage, Cetrizet ,etc. And I hate them. Hence why I try my best to keep healthy. I wanna live until 103! Which is what I wanted to discuss about in this post.How important is your health? What do you eat? How much do you exercise? How much water do you drink? Who do you hang out with? What do you listen to?

What does it mean to be healthy? ( Google it! no, seriously google it?) In my layman definition of being healthy it means feeling good from the inside out.Not just body wise, but the body, mind and spirit. It is more than eating vegetables, it is much more than drinking eight glasses of water a day. It is about, yes, eating healthy but also having the right relationships, living in harmony with others and the environment and having a relationship with God.

As youths we assume that life is good, we are in the best shape of our lives ( got the six packs, play football- that’s exercise enough-I got my size eight shape and other girls are jealous of me) but we forget that what we do today affects our tomorrow. The binge drinking, the smoking, the sheeshas we take, the sleepless night we spend partying( some are holy than thou and don’t party but study; I’m not advising to stop late night sessions to study but remember your body needs 7-8 hours of sleep) has consequences later on in life. Newton well put it in his third Law : For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Lets invest in our health, money in the bank will mean nothing once you are six feet under.

  On the topic of good relations with others, I have said it before and will say it again and again: bad company corrupts good morals. In my political science class, the lecturer likes to say:show me your five friends and i will show you who you are. Are your five friends: the spoiled brat who thinks dad and mom will always be there to provide all the needs, the drinker, the YOLO type (which by the way I so much disagree with, You die once, you live everyday. So I’m YODO ),etc. Chose your friends wisely and keep those close once closer and spread the love make them feel loved. Don’t get to a point in time where you have to say  I wish  I had loved more, remember it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.

Thirdly, please get it right with God. ( If today was your last day- Nickleback comes to mind). At the end of the day, we will have to give account to the Almighty. I will leave it there.

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A request :
Please, please tell your parents, aunts, uncles and everyone close to you to go for a health check-up. It is important can can save a life. Early diagnosis is vital. It can help find problems early, when your chances for treatment and cure are better.  Please make it a commitment to inform someone about early check-ups. It saves lives!why-prevention

 

THE MAGIC OF MUSIC


Some weeks back, I met a girl who had just lost her dad. I could feel her pain in her voice and see her sorrow in her eyes, I could feel she misses him. I tried to relate but I couldn’t, coz I don’t know the feeling of loosing a dad.
I lost my dad before I turned two, i never had  the chance to feel losing him. I think that i don’t miss him either, cause you miss what you had, what you knew, what you felt… I never experience that. I don’t remember him holding me or calling my name, i don’t even remember his face or know his face, if his ghost ever  ” visit” me, I think he’ll first have to introduce himself.
The first time i saw his picture, though ( a black and white profile picture, the only one my mum had left of him) i felt like i was looking at the male version of me, so to those who say I’m a photocopy my mum, you’re wrong.. I look more like my dad. I stared at the picture and saw my eyes in his, his dark skin on me, i ware his kinky hair, and his dimples  almost made it on face and I was told that I have his finger nails and toe nails.
My mum don’t talk that much about him, the culture don’t allow to talk about the dead. So I don’t know much about his character, but I hear he was calm and reserved, unfortunately, I didn’t get that part of him, my older brother did. I’m talkative and I speak my mind. But, one day, we were watching TV, and an old song was playing ( je t’aime by Shaky and Aviva) I immediately liked it, I told my mum that I like the song, her eyes lit and she put on a smile and told me that that song was one of my dad’s favorites. She went on and told me that he loved music and he would listen to it all night. That night i played that song ’till morning dawn.
So, maybe I’m wrong, cause next time I comb my kinky hair or I put on music when I’m about to sleep, I’ll know that I miss him, even though I never knew him.

by Kanziza Linda Raissa

 

When your friend sends you such a thing, you can only wonder what kind of friend you have been. Have known her for almost ten years nw, but have never come to talk about her dad. Selfish me. Can only pray to be a better friend