The Bucket List

According to some guy whose sanity is in question, the world is ending this Saturday, the 21^st of May 2011. This is the same guy who said that the world would end in December 1994, yet look where we are now. (Remember the guys who dug out caves in some part of western Kenya some time ago because the world was ending? What ever happened to them?!? Someone really ought to go check on them. They could still be there thinking the world ended...)

I was just thinking though, if indeed the world was to end on Saturday, there’s so many things on my bucket list that I still haven’t done.

Random question: ever wondered where the term ‘bucket list’ came from? Is it from the proverbial bucket that we are supposed to kick in an effort to hang on to dear life?

Back to my bucket list...I still haven’t climbed a mountain of note, I haven’t become famous yet (let’s not lie, we all want fame and fortune), I still haven’t driven a Bugatti Veyron,



this car is too sexy



 and of course, I haven’t yet done anything in life for myself – become a good doctor that made an impact, no matter how small, in someone’s life, and changed it for the better. Plus there’s the clichéd getting married and having kids and blah, blah, blah.

A friend of mine told me if indeed the end of the world was to come while he was still around, it would find him in a club partying the rest of his life away. Food for thought: if you knew the world would end on a particular date, what would you do? Cry? Get saved like R. Kelly? Kill yourself so that you don’t have to see Jesus coming?

This song seems very appropriate with the current end-of-the-world situation going on, don’t you think?

Jay Sean ft Nicki Minaj - 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uFalk1y38I
but then again, it's not 2012 yet....

Of pirating and bad music

So I’m sitting here trying to read about staphylococcal bacteria with music from my laptop playing in the background (I have to have music playing to create some background noise, otherwise if it’s really quiet I’ll just daydream). Anyway, as I try to focus on the stuff I’m reading, ‘Turn My Swag On’ by Soulja Boy comes on. I try to concentrate and I can’t, until I realise that it’s because there’s noise around me. Then it hits me; it’s not music in the background, its noise. Soulja Boy doesn’t make music, he makes noise! I go through the few Soulja Boy songs that I have, and my fears are confirmed. He makes a living out of noise-making (genius, isn’t it? I should’ve thought of it first. Lol).

What ever happened to the real talent?!? I miss the days when music was actually music. Not like these days when Weezy will drop a line like ‘I’m fly as the sky, fly as the insect’ and people will scream in awe and worship him. I remember how I’d tune in to the radio and hear Mercy Myra’s awesome (for lack of a better word) voice fill the room.

Now THAT was music! Kenyans were not ready for neo-soul at the time; they were too pre-occupied with kapuka. So for that reason she didn’t do so well. I keep on wishing she’d make a come-back around this time, coz then she’d really be a legend. With the way people are embracing Dela and Sauti Sol, she’s assured to go very far. Assuming of course that there’s no/minimal piracy. But then again, huku ni Kenya.

I was at Nakumatt the other day with my pops and we stopped by a shelf full of CDs and albums. They were all original, of course. I picked up a Barry White CD, and the tag at the back said it was worth Shs2500. No wonder there’s so much piracy in this country! Not that I’m not one of them. This is just one of the situations where you do it because everyone is doing it, because it’s the easiest thing to do, then you speak about it and that’s the end of it. So it starts with you, with me. Or maybe artists just need to stop selling their music at exorbitant prices.

As I sign out, I leave you with actual music. Forget the crunk, the meaningless rap. Sit back, and let the tunes massage your stress away.

Mercy Myra  - Tie Dero

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQ6jPSaiGwU

Harry Kimani - Haiya

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noQLBtFAzwk

Get original music this week.

One mor web page...

Have you ever been on the Internet and you didn't know where to go to? No? Not even because you had so many websites to visit and so many pages to open that you didn't know where to start? Don't lie, we've all been there. Well, for me it was just because I had nowhere to go...up until i had a light bulb moment: why not start a blog?!?

So here i was, lying on my bed, with unlimited Internet access and nothing to do with it, (I'm a girl, it's allowed, or at least it should be) when this awesome idea popped into my head. I have a (slight) tendency to talk to myself when I'm alone. Ok, usually it's not verbal, more in my head, but still gives the same noisy effect. It's the power of imagination. Seeing as i am  generally a noisy person, i just can't keep quiet simply because there's no one to talk to, especially if I'm on a sugar-high, which happens to be most of the time. And thus the conversations in my head! Anyway, i digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, the light bulb moment....I've just remembered a funny joke concerning light bulbs: 'moths must have been very bored creatures before Thomas Edison.' Lol! Funniest thing ever. Now that's what i call an intelligent joke. I don't know why, but it sounds funnier if I imagine Russel Peters saying it. Maybe it's the Indian accent. Or the silence in the room when he cracks that joke and no one gets it, so they're just staring up at him with puzzled/bored expressions, and you can hear crickets in the background. Anyway, i digress again. Why did i start the blog? Because i was bored. Because i would get one more web page to visit. Because facebook was down (no pun intended). Because I needed to stop these behaviours of talking to myself, so I figured I could talk to others through a blog. Because i could (that is always a very valid reason). Because of many becauses. And thus the birth of my blog, and my own version of a reality show that ridiculously follows people as they go about their lives.

So now you know. And now I need to go to bed because I've began typing on auto-pilot and the letters seem be acquiring strange shapes. As I do, I leave you with the song of the day. My love for music results in me having a constant radio in my head, and in one day a song will play over and over again. Today though there was no song of the day, considering the many events that took place. So I'll just leave you with the song that's playing in the club next door (yes, there is a club next door. With ridiculously loud music. I feel like I'm seated right next to the speaker.)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDqo64HDR9c 

I love this song. enjoy!

xoxo