Showing posts with label Chorus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chorus. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

MUSIC (9ja): Simi's "Open and Close" is Like a Bolt From the Deep Country

Simi's voice in Open and Close gives the impression of someone totally new, a stranger, suddenly thrust onto an unfamiliar, camera-lit stage with a private crowd-sourced crowd of a kind; and then asked to sing-dance by someone who obviously doesn't know what dance means where she comes from. In fact, she brings herself there; no protocol observed but her master's voice; and deliberately adopts this persona which even her Ikoyi wouldn't recognize, not to even imagine her mother (who taught her everything she knows, except those fancy karate moves you spy in a flash). But she, the real Simi, is an accomplished singer, though her flight toward stardom has been mostly under the radar, if you ask me. But don't ask Adenkule -- he who sang Orente, and knows too much.

Among the surprisingly good songs she's previously sung (surprising for someone, like me, just getting to know, OMG, that she even exists) are:
1) I Do [Released in 2011; 41,266 views to-date]
2) Don't Judge Me, sung with Bibanke [2013; 26,908 views]
3) E No Go Funny [2014; 27,732 views]
4) Tiff [2014; 177,209 views]
5) Jamb Question [June 2015; 435,147 views]

Open and Close, Simi's latest video, was published only a few weeks ago, on 17th November. It already has 54,480 views, and counting. It has a charming story-line, if I get it right from all that pidgin. It's an act in more ways that one or two. Thus: a 'Mboch' catches a matatu (don't ask me how both got to Lagos from Nairobi) and off she goes to buy tea for her Ikoyi, her Island -- that's her employer. She, in her Blue Lagoon sort of hair, had to borrow everything she has to wear, from shoulder to toe, in order to execute this errand. She simply won't go in her maid's uniform. The others in the combi join her in this incredible mission.

Soon they chance upon a VIP party -- a bourgeois affair -- over-supplied with fine drinks and assorted bites; and entertained with cool melodies selected by an accomplished piano player. Remember this is Ikoyi. They proceed to do all the disdainful mboch things -- taste this and that; sip this, throw that back into the tray; go here, go there. Only that, this time, it's all in the presence of their masters' types.

But then someone has the misfortune of asking Simi's avatar for a dance. Proletarian hell breaks loose, all of a sudden. All she knows, which the one who asked doesn't (or chooses to forget) is break dance and belly dance and everything else that's unbecoming, in the circumstances. Instead of playing the piano, temporarily vacated by the maestro, one of her own sits heavily on it, shifting her weight this way and that, and making sounds that those in the guest list do not associate with, anymore. The ghetto dance gets hotter and hotter, and there's so much static and electricity that even the dull brighten up. Soon, everyone joins in -- I think they suddenly remember their pasts -- and fun is had by all. And all's well.

Two things really stand out in this song, besides the story-line: Simi's one-of-a-kind voice and the wonderful chorus which accompanies her singing. The intriguing thing is that it isn't quite the voice you hear in any of the five songs I've listed above!

Here's the video, jienjoy:



PS (May 23, 2016): Here's Simi's brief take on 'Open and Close'

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

A Chorus Michael Jackson Never Danced To

[Here's a chorus MJ never danced to, a rendition of a popular Swahili ballad from Kenya]

Wani ua ua ki (ki) pezi
Wani ua ua,
Mwendo wako wa ma (ma) ringo
Wani ua ua!

Kiuno chako che (che) mba mba
Wani ua ua,
Wani ua ua ki (ki) penzi
Wani ua ua!