1. Gods and Monsters by Jessica Lange (Originally by Lana Del Rey)
A few weeks ago Yaz released her single, "Fall Apart" her breakout solo single. Previously, Yaz has been releasing as part of a duo with Austin Ward. Their debut track “Malibu 1992” has over a half a million streams, and their music video for “Got Your Love” achieved over 200,000 views. "Fall Apart" only came out in mid-February and it's already achieved almost 50,000 streams. And she didn’t just half-heartedly come out as solo artist, she came out strong while keeping true to the sound her listeners has grown to love.
The tough slice of life when we feel someone has wronged, and the different answers depending on someone's situation, there could be salvaged to the pain. Sometimes it doesn't and there is no way to fix the betrayal. It's a sting that's hard to express how exactly it feels when someone we trusted has become a traitor. These songs have portrayed that definition in that moment when it happens and there needs to be a musical comfort from it.
Most musicians love performing, seeing the crowd stand applauding in approval and awe. The spotlights gleaming on your smiling face, the edrenalin after a major performance. Don't get me wrong, I love it too. But there's something unexpectedly lovely about sitting legs crossed on a stool, in the corner of a dim lit room, pouring your heart out to a crowd talking and laughing amongst themselves in a restaurant or public event, barely listening at all.
Although on the surface level, a lot of Nigerian songs might sound pointless or as though the artiste wrote random lyrics simply to satisfy the beat of the song; upon deeper investigation, so many of these songs come to hold deeper meanings. Some of these deeper meanings are thought-provoking questions, others, not so much.
How many times have you heard 'Hotel California'? The song, the myths, history? Or have someone blast 'Life in the Fast Lane' while speeding?
In this picture, I see blinding spotlights. I imagine the applause I always seem to forget from being caught up in the last three minutes. I feel my racing heart, no longer needing to stay in a calm and collected beat to the song I'd been singing. I see someone who's favourite place to perform isn't before the eyes of hundreds of people (no matter how much she loves it)... but in the seat of her parents car where her love and passion for music began.
. I overheard "Gypsy" by the infamous group Fleetwood Mac for the first time, I felt an obscure pressure to move. The night drew humid, awhile the damp smell of fertilizer seeped heavily inside my bedroom window. Hot bursts of wind blew steadily throughout my small bedroom in midst drizzled rain. This was the summer before freshman year of college. I was anxious, bored yet, apprehensive to move away from home. Every night before bed I wrote throughout a journal of short stories or poems as I listened to music into the wee hours of the morning. I overheard "Gypsy" by accident on an old radio cassette player my father bought me as birthday present when I was sixteen. Being the night owl that I was I tentatively listened to "night storm" aloud as I would set nearby my bedroom window.