Monthly Archives: February 2015

Another One Finds The Gut (Elastic Heart Video)

Another one bites the dust, never to be confused with lust, her love is so strong, her intuition is never wrong, her decision is never strong, defeated by the conflicting elements of what’s right or wrong, she puts it in a song, conflicted by what she thinks and what she feels, steadily driving a car without wheels, her heart brutally abandoned by a mind that starts to heal, her eyes peal, alone, her mind starts to deal, it’s an experience bound to start, no compromise, no bill. Let the story begin.

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Accused of having a video that portrays pedophilia, Elastic Heart is without a doubt a master piece, head to toe, lyrically and vocally. These being qualities Sia never fails to spoil the listener with.

To an objective eye, the video may seem unsettling, after all, we’re looking at a shirtless man dancing with a little girl. Though with an artistic eye or perhaps a deeper look, the video is not a display of pedophilia but a more cultivated problem, something every human has to deal with in one way on another at some point, more often than seldom.

I’d like to start by giving the two characters in the video names, yes, we know the little girl is played by Maddie Ziegler and the man is played by Shia LaBeouf, but let’s make it interesting. See, as the human anatomy develops from birth to adulthood, it only makes sense that most if not all internal organs get bigger. Wait, no, trust me, I’m on to something here. The heart like other organs may gain size, but that is all it will ever gain, how hard, fast or slow it beats will never get better with experience or the challenges one goes through, once you’re fully grown, you can’t teach it any new tricks, it “loves” the same. On the contrary, the mind remains young, it never loses the ability to learn, to be more, it’s capacity is boundless, it has the ability to grow forever young. From that basis, lets call the young girl the brain and the fully grown man the heart.

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You’ve figured out where I’m going with this, haven’t you? Well, as far as I can see, the Elastic Heart video is about that common, peace aiming yet draining conflict between mind and soul… brain and heart. They say the heart wants what it wants, the same could be said about the mind, though unlike the heart, the mind has the ability to put things into perspective, unlike the heart, the mind can escape from being imprisoned by love or unrealistic hopes and expectations that come with it. The mind knows when enough is enough, though the heart is not equipped with the ability to escape through the bars of an apparent hell.

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Towards the end of the video, the mind jumps back in, into the arms of the heart, still at war with it, it pound the heart in a slow stabbing motion, the mind continues to lift both eyelids of the heart and pulls its ears, pleading, encouraging it to use it’s senses, trying to convince the heart, trying to make the heart see that this is not where it should be. The mind then once again tries to lead the heart out of the cage, out of the situation… to move on.la-et-ms-sia-video-shia-labeouf-elastic-heart-maddie-ziegler-20150107

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Invisible Alive

We all love a good story, just as long as it has a happy ending. People want stories that can inspire them going forward, through whatever adversity they may be experiencing. They want a story that will remind them that there is perhaps a light at the end of the tunnel for them too, that it does get better. This of course leaves the average Joe whom themselves is still on the course of achievement, of self betterment in the lonely pits of silence. No one wants to hear a story that is still being written.

Writing about how a black boy from the dirtiest streets of the township of Umlazi established such a spiritual relationship with rock music and continues to be scrutinized for that relationship is not what I’ll be doing here, instead I’ll touch on something a few other South Africans born during the apartheid era have been scrutinized or teased for, that of course being our second names.

During the apartheid era it became a custom for black parents to give their children at least one western name. Post-apartheid, a lot of my black brothers and sisters wear their western names as a badge of shame, they are embarrassed by these names, not because they are a sign of the mental imprisonment the apartheid regime had on some of our parents and grandparents but because we ourselves think very little of our names, this arming these very names we don’t understand with the ability to humiliate us.

I for one am glad my grandmother named me Cyprian, not because I think it sounds good, but because I see Saint Cyprian as an inspiration. We often find heroes that fight for what they believe in, a hero that lays down his life and is willingly beheaded in public for what he believed in is something not widely glorified by Hollywood, and that’s what Saint Cyprian was. Someone I know who wears his “western name” as a badge of honour, is of course our brother Genius Brown. Genius Brown is a young, talented up and coming Durban based producer/Deejay who has a great passion for his music.

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Having started his Deejaying under the mentorship of DJ Jili Pepsy (whom some of you may know) back in 2010, Genius Brown has made his star potential known upon releasing his 1st number entitled “Tribal War” under MD Hustle records, this particular track was very popular on Traxsource. His remixes of a couple of well-known tracks also proved to be popular on various audio sites.

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With nothing but a dream, a drive to show the world his talent, the world is not ready to hear his story. Invisible alive Genius Brown continues to capture crowds of house music lovers and plays small venues in and around Durban and Johannesburg. With his natural flair for music he carries a dream to one day own his very own record company under his brand “Genius Brown” merely to nurture not only his music but any other talent that dares to grow.

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Invisible to the world, alive is the dream, our lives are a silent scream, success we dream of, our hustle we scream of, not yet there, our hard work, unheard of.

 


Believers Do Die

I’ve always had a deep relationship with words, It’s more than sexual. How amazing are these God-given collections, clusters of alphabets we use to express, to compress, to unveil, to convey our thoughts and feelings to our fellow brothers and sisters, the same brothers and sisters who don’t ruin but jejunely numb words. They detach a word’s true emotions, they create a motion, a revolution, it’s hard to fight it, “Diet”, the minute we hear the word, we think weight-loss, food deprivation, starving, and that’s not what a diet is all about. That’s just one of the words that has been drained of its essences by society, to add to that, words are not all we drain, It’s unfortunate that we do the same to the true nature of humanity, armed with the audacity to blame our actions of  hate on our beliefs, religious or political.

They say believers never die, I say believers do die, together we cry as they die every single day, perhaps not an ashes to ashes kind of death but perhaps a deathless kind of death, one which an individual finds themself as being less of what they’re expected to be as we convict each other of not being good enough, attacking each other for not living up to standards we’re all admittedly too human to live by. Perfection.

We all try to be the best we can be, but how can a man of God be a G? How easy would it be for everyone to be a believer, to be strong in faith if the good book was in tune with our cave man needs, our sexual greed, not to be tied down with a verse from the 1st book of Samuel. How high are the standards of our religion(s) when various elements that make us who we are, elements that come so naturally to us are wrong?

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Described by the artist as a song that talks about love being a death, how when in love one catches themself dying in the most wonderful way, armed with a music video that explores (an) organization(s) that undermines humanity whether it be a certain belief system or political regime. “Take Me To Church” talks about the contemplation of sin, something most teenagers unconsciously or otherwise go through as they find their first love. This of course possibly leading to premarital sex, breaking up with a “lover” etcetera, as the aftermath of such, one tends to question their faith, if they’re good enough to be a child of God. Driven by self doubt, they lose it all, they rebel.

We were born sick, perhaps death is our health, our nirvana, We were born sick… I was born sick, But I love it, Command me to be well are Lyrics from “Take Me To Church”, Commanded to be well daily by each other our culture our religion, political regimes, we all remain imperfect, unclean, united we preach in conviction, in confusion.

Trying my best to keep this post as short as possible, I’d like to wrap it up by making it right with my fellow brothers and sisters. In this post I’ve hinted how humanly it is for us to go against the good book, how being alive is when we get to feed our cave man or “natural” desires for sex and everything else. I also mentioned that Hozier said “Take Me To Church” is how love is death or dying in the most wonderful way. That my brothers and sisters is because when you do love, whether it be a God or a significant other, none of those “YOLO” inspired stunts matter, but the loved one in question and keeping the relationship alive.