Time is money. Hours of your life spent in a long line and chaos just to get discount name brand fast food. Even more bizarre are the air conditioned cars in line for eons burning expensive fuel. The math is not mathing. But last last yɛ diɛ oho bɛ tɔ wɔ.
I used to pause and rewind tapes to transcribe lyrics to my favorite songs. I would spend hours reading and scrutinizing the inlay cards to find out about everyone and everything that had to do with the albums I loved.
I even mastered fixing torn tapes with milk bush and sometimes sellotape. Let’s not get into fixing scratches on CDs - some of those methods we no longer say out loud in retrospect because we shall not ‘naked ourselves’ in public unprovoked - or the delicate and risky process of cleaning the lens of the discman.
Later as a teen I would relentlessly follow the sample trail to discover all the wonderful old records (some incredibly obscure) that were muses for many a classic. I fell in love with various “genres,” uncovered sonic landscapes I had no clue existed, and discovered many wonderful artists across the universe because they inspired my faves who sampled them. Every inspired tree has roots.
This obsessive behavior of knowing and discovering grew larger that 2,000 year old boabab trees. Being curious and vast never felt like a choice, it was a central part of loving music. It’s probably why a lot of my closest music comrades are producers or “artist helpers” who love this our thing deeply with no care for cameras, spotlights or clout trains.
They’re the ones l can have insanely memorable convos with; whether it be about Dilla leaked batches / beat tapes, DJ Katapilla’s ‘hard-guy-ness’ , or Bilal’s classic unreleased Love 4 sale album or John Forte’s slept on I,John album!
I know all Marvin, Stevie and Osibisa albums from the 70’s despite not being born in that decade. I’m not special. It’s what people who are fortunate enough to make a living in their field of dreams do. If we can’t geek out reciting inspectah deck’s verse on the triumph, Nas is like, Aquemini, Ruff Ryders anthem, shook ones, pae mu ka, what more can I say, crossroads, plan ben, tswa daar, lost ones, passing me by, etc… then weytin we gain and what are we calling ourselves rappers for?!
The greatest architects, doctors, builders, writers, teachers, farmers etc I would argue all have a very high level of unrelenting historical curiosity about their disciplines.
I don’t trust any artist or musician who constantly feigns ignorance about music and music related subjects. Whoever deceived them into believing having (or more accurately showing) care and curiosity is weak really did witchcraft on them.
Artists please care. Please dig. Please know and show that there is a vast world of incredible before you and there will be much more after you. But while you’re here and still in it don’t let hubris and ego hold you prisoner.
Stalk the past. Find the future. Godspeed.
Love ,
Festo
Sidebar: I was today years old when I found out the correct spelling of sellotape. Knowing you know nothing is wise.
Three young Ghanaian students have caught global admiration after their wonderful debut of the ‘Cyto’ Podcast show, a series of presentations geared towards reshaping the perception of public schools.
With impeccable fluency and wit, the trio stunned viewers, promising more surprises from the less endowed ‘cyto’ schools.