So PSY got it all from his DADDY, and not just the genes! Perhaps yes. Perhaps no. His mama surely had something to do with it, too -- as subsequent studies will likely affirm.
But the (probably) big and -- we didn't see it coming -- daddy-of-em-all story right now is what a recent study suggests: that daddies may be passing on to their hapless children's biology not just their genetic make-up but also their existential experiences (their not-necessarily-intentional 'post-natal' biological adaptations to ontological stresses and strains, if you like) -- fears, joys, (food, drink and other) habits. These are offspring whose right to imitate their all-powerful dads (and all-loving moms), on their own terms, is thus much reduced.
The researchers are clearly onto something here, though. PSY seems eager to concur, here in this insanely funny and wonderfully choreographed M/V of his. The dance routines, with surprising twists and turns, are superbly naughty and hilarious. Ageing daddies, with those cat-like, "Gang Nam Style" moves, and perhaps accelerated hair-loss, are portrayed in eighth-life-like light.
Bestie is a superb song, published on November 16, 2015. It already has, as of now, 155,256 views.
For East Africans, and particularly Kenyans, its stand-out feature is that voluptuous girl with the unforgettable derriere. She happen's to be Kenya's go-getting socialite -- Vera Sidika -- who's going places. That's who.
No one loves 'er like every which one does, dere. Especially elsewhere.
"She got a special kind of beauty" ~ croons Don Jazzy
Enough said about her, already, for her stats speak for themselves -- and tell all that needs to be known by Nigerian superstars and else, if no one else.
One more thing, and bye: Vera, singing wid 'er body aaaand uttering not a wordwid 'er mout, steals the show in this finely fused song, Bestie. You watch! You listen!
Donald's over-the-moon love song resonates in such a heart-warming way with all -- all those who r, and who feel, young er at heart. Truly feel. It's a smooth waft from the near past; a croon from the near-orbit of life. A mesmerizing hello to all who are wont to fly -- to wherever. Whenever. A lovely jade.
Everyone's been in love, and still perhaps (hopefully, wonderfully) is, just as Donald invites us to remember; and to savor the feeling and the remembering of. No one's a has-been in any of this, for sure; tho the object of desire and of love may morph, even as the heart itself morphs. For there's always a dance to dance for everyone. A song to sing. And this one, this song, will never go cold, tho it be a 2012 drop even as we speak. And with 720,917 YouTube views this very moment, you bet it'll be a lovely companion to all daydreamers and all who do remember and truly know what it is to be in love -- and how stupid it is to be embarrassed by it.
I suppose Sarah Kaplan's account sums up the awe and the questions with which we humans have always encountered a truly new phenomenon at a distance. But Star KIC 8462852 got me really thinking: Is it truly an alien megastructure? Are we in the cusp of another Galileo moment? This is it, is it? Is our view of ourselves and the universe and creation just about to change forever? KIC 8462852 is some 1,814 light years away, though. Thus, we're told, the images we're reading about are 1,400+ years old, as light travels! But that's recent, compared to the Egyptian Pryamids at Giza, or even Stonehenge. So who knows what an "odd display" of the 6th century A.D. might look like in a light display of right now? (Pity, we on earth would have to wait until the 35th century A.D. to know) [Click here for a Sixth Century Timeline on Earth . Pity, we have no feasible prognosis for the 35th century A.D.] READ MORE: Sarah Kaplan (October 2015) "The star that has serious scientists talking about an alien megastructure
When did anyone on social media last, or ever, hear M'Pongo Love sing, folks? To all those who've never heard her unforgettable voice, here's a hint of what used to go down -- suavely, all so often -- in a bygone time. With a little swag, perhaps. A golden time before (today's) time. A form of life, before life.
It's not just the vocals that are lovely. As always with Congolese music, it's the blend and the flourish of instrumentation, too. The saxophone and the guitar, in particular.
Here, in Ndaya (somewhat) reloaded, M'Pongo Love sings earnestly, with an innocent's voice, She sings in passionate, undaunted tones of her one love; and of the victory (sure to come), against all public and private odds, of her all-consuming marriage. I hear more yearning, than certain Love. It all sounds (certainly now) a little like optimistic personal testimony, but she is, was (always will be), a socially-constructed diva; a songstress widely admired -- and loved for being loved. Loved, even, for being Love itself/herself. The greater the admiration of her found, perhaps, the farther away one was from Kinshasa, or Kisangani, or wherever else in the Congo she might happen (or be supposed) to be, moment by musical moment. That's how the magical, magnetic, pull of her sort works -- and worked with so much effect in those days of her popular reign, in the era of the radio.
The cities farthest away from her mystified abode -- African cities outside of the Congo (where Lingala, music's language itself, reigned with a blend of near absolutism and dazing, dazzling 'benevolence') -- were the places she had her most ardent admirers, I suppose. And the most intense of these were perhaps the anti-clockwork cities of Nairobi and Dar-Es-Salaam, to the east. All the guys I know that knew 'er voice loved 'er. But she didn't reign alone, being a member of a royal 'clan' of artistes who found themselves, somewhere there beyond a zillion trees of the great rain-forest, inescapably at the heart of something; of a genre. The very heart of what Conrad mistakenly called Darkness.
Ndaya is a lovely proclamation of everlasting love. Deeply felt love. Love felt despite, and even because of, a vexing tide of doubt and gossip and malevolence. A love -- enigmatic, precarious love -- dependent so entirely on The (very) One loved! We can toast to that -- mystery.
PS: YouTube has considerable chatter about this song. Read it and be informed. YouTube views of this song currently stand at 131,830.
PPS: Here, as a 'bonus' offering, is Kapwepwe, another great song by M'Pongo Love:
