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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Perspective | 106.1 FM, Nxt Radio

So, a new radio station set up shop in town while we were away. Nxt Radio, the latest addition to the city’s airwaves, recently acquired what was formerly known as Jazz FM at 106.1 FM.

Such has been the hype surrounding its inauguration that I eventually succumbed to the bandwagon, choosing to give them a listen.

My maiden experience is on their breakfast show where some chic runs the show alongside Marcus Kwikiriza, the veteran radio journeyman who’s now cut short his radio retirement to refill his piggy bank.

A song plays, featuring Nicki Minaj and other chaps. Random chic praises the rap in the song, but cannot recall Nicki’s goddam name. She promises to google and return from the break with every detail, including but not limited to the name of her favorite ex.

Day Two: 24 hours later, chic has swiftly moved on. So she won’t give us the details. Not even the song title.

The Cast: Same duo, discussing random things. Punctuated with sporadic giggles, a snippet of the conversation goes thus;

"So, Richard Quest is in Nairobi."

"Ah, you mean the host of Request-something-show?"

"(Interjecting): Quest means business[...]"

"Yes, yes. That one."

"He’s been to several places including River something […]."

"Oh, Karuma river you mean?"

"(Interjecting) No, not Karuma. Another one. I'll check the name."

When do these people research? These things of guessing should be left to us, armchair social media commentators. "Us", we even have the freedom of writing things like "Massachusetts" and surrounding them with cool words we can’t pronounce in real life (folks like Raymond Mukama get to pronounce these words thrice a week).

Oh, and if you, like me, have neither the time to watch nor the means to afford TV, you won’t feel the rigors of senescence in Karitas’ voice, now doing an evening show whose name I am yet to grasp. She still sounds as innocent as she did all those years ago, long before she dreamed of becoming a Nnalongo.

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Random Chic is not her name. She calls herself Qitui. Florence Makyeme Kitui. Believed to come with lots of alternative experience in media and marketing and other things. Formerly of Capital FM, but still better than the string of kitchen sinks that, for 5+ years, Sanyu FM has been throwing at their studios in their quest to replace Melanie.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Perspective | Will King Saha fill Mowzey Radio's Shoes?


It sounded like an idle joke when the rumor first did the rounds. Saha had just done the intro on Weasel’s tribute to the departed Radio, "Tokyayitaba".

Released in such a haste that a song that should have been titled "Tayitaba" ended up with that we now know as its official title, one would be forgiven for glossing over Saha’s cameo, for he never did much more in the four-minute long composition.

He went on and did "Biri biri" and the world’s cynics, including yours truly, felt that his was a poor xerox of "Neera", Mowzey Radio’s blockbuster song that eventually became one of Museveni’s two campaign theme songs.

When he teams up with the singing DJ duo of Roja and Slick Stuart on "Very well", there is an apparent attempt at going pseudo-Naija, in a manner reminiscent of Radio's ephemeral gravitation towards the same when he sang "Talk and talk", "Ole" and "Magnetic".

King Saha and Weasel's telepathy comes to life in "Mpa Love", the duo's latest project. He may not have the vocal prowess nor the lyrical artistry of Mowzey, but one salient factor in the duo’s latest single is the chemistry, and boy do they flow!

Monday, July 30, 2018

Music | Jubireewo: Of Budo’s swag and the two sides to Paul Saaka’s creativity


King’s College Budo has been in the news for its role in the much-touted all-school stars (that's what they called themselves) collaboration, a song that features 3,234,417 other schools. For a school whose products are known, or perhaps stereotyped for bandying a pseudo-imperial persona, Budo's 30-second cameo is everything "un-Budonian".

If it hadn’t been for the purpose for which it was composed, one would imagine the school had exchanged identities with St. Stephens SSS, Kikubamutwe for that ephemeral moment in the entertainment limelight.

It’s the first of two songs co-written by the veteran composer, Paul Saaka, in the run-up to Kabaka Ronald Mutebi’s coronation silver jubilee, an event that attracted attention from places as far-flung as West Africa. The Asantehene, a mercurial monarch from the legendary Ghanaian Kingdom of Ashanti, is said to be in town for the event.

Perhaps the biggest criticism of the song could be that it’s not cross-generational enough to tickle one’s fancy. For a moment, one would think Paul Saaka’s creativity was on the wane until the release of the second “all-star” song, this time featuring real "stars".

The similarly titled Jubireewo, is a mid-tempo composition that features a dozen of artistes, from Afrigo’s Moses Matovu to Anette Nandujja, Rema Namakula, Meshach Ssemakula, Navio,Ronald Mayinja, Wilson Bugembe, Hilderman, Ceaserous, Joanitah Kawalya, Walukagga, Dan Mugula, Mariam Ndagire and David Lutalo (among others) produced from Henry Kiwuuwa’s Grayce Records.

Dan Mugula takes us back in time to his 1971 classic, Baalaba Taliiwo, in relation to the Kingdom’s denigration following the events surrounding that 1966 raid on the palace. Walukagga is the usual Kadongo kamu Walukagga and Navio does slot in effortlessly in a delivery style reminiscent of his other songs, Njogereza and Tumunonye.

Rema Namakula’s falsetto is as apparent as Dr. Hilderman’s attachment to Mawokota in their youthful exuberance, while Joanitah Kawalya regales about her being Eclas Kawalya’s daughter (among other things). There’s a mini-comeback of sorts in Mariam Ndagire, with the bubbly singer-cum-screenwriter dropping her verse towards the tail-end of the song.

Whereas one gets the feeling that David Lutalo, Wilson Bugembe and Mesach Ssemakula were not as prominent as they could have been, that Budo moment in the first song still takes the biscuit.

Had it not been for that momentary flaunting of Edward Muteesa II’s photo as their most prominent alumnus, one could have been tempted to pause for a moment and re-read the inscriptions on the building that features in the background at the start of their 30 seconds of fame.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Music | Why Qute Kaye’s Rescue Should Be More Than Just A Knee-Jerk Reaction


The stars seemed to have aligned when he was crowned Mr. Sabrina's Pub on December 25, 2004. With the crown came an album recording deal at Hope Mukasa's Bavava Studios and 150,000 shillings, after his rendition of R. Kelly's Gotham City had the day’s judges eating out of his palm. There was only one direction for Brian Ivan Kaye, then plying his trade under the stage name Qute Kaye – up.
                                   
The ripple effect of that Christmas triumph was a string of successful singles that included among others; Ginkeese, Gyetwasokela (ft. Priscilla Kalibala), Ginkese, Gwendota, Njagala Omuwala and Osindise Asitamye, many of them under the massively successful Ginkeese album.

At his peak, Kaye graced many a corporate function and had everything going for him before he quietly slipped into oblivion. A five-year relapse proved too long, and by the time he tried a come-back with Ku Mutima, towards the tail-end of 2013, the industry had moved on.

An identity-crisis of sorts soon followed, and the pair of pearl-white earrings that graced his ears was complimented by a nose-ring and dreadlocks in a new look, sometime in 2016. Alas, the new look had no accompanying music to hype his personality, and off the scene he went – AGAIN.

13 years after his promising debut, he was back again, making news for both the right and wrong reasons; that haggard appearance at Robert Kayanja’s famed 77 Dogs casting him in the limelight once more. The musical prodigal son had returned – or so we thought.

This week’s depressing images, aggressively circulated on social media, of the disgraced crooner flashing the right headlight of a Toyota Harrier had his name yet again on the lips of many a commentator, many wondering what could have become of the singer.

What Went Wrong?

He was said to have slipped into depression after many a come-back attempt gone wrong. Then came reports of substance abuse. Others allege a combination of factors, including an undisclosed illness. But one thing remains clear – his was a situation that could have been handled better.

It’s an issue one could possibly tag to professionalism, briefly delved into by the winding monologue, below;

Many an artiste never have proper right management. Some grow airs after a hit song or two and forget about everything long-term. They create a bubble of invisibility and bury themselves inside.

Many get to a point where they stop listening to their managers. They believe their hype, and presume they'll handle everything by themselves; from songwriting, to booking performances, handling finances, branding and everything else in between.

With time they get consumed by their overnight success and before they know it, eons have passed without new music on the market. In the end, their hit songs begin to fade, and they can no longer get booked for shows.

Because many of them were never involved in promoting the music in the first place, they end up getting many aspects wrong. They presume their managers are making lots of money off their sweat.

Whereas they know that payola is very alive in the industry, they may never know the right moment to part with cash. And even if they did, their follow-up may remain poor since they won’t be able to keep track of all this.

Onto the product itself, and many remain at sea. Because an artiste once wrote a song that turned out great, they assume their rich vein of form will stick around forever.

Many of them end up writing songs that won’t favorably compete in the already crowded industry. This, perhaps, could explain why artistes like Jose Chameleone barely had a couple of good songs per year in the period between 2012 – 2016.

Having good management will essentially mean that the artiste won’t have to run around marketing their product upon release. Unlike in the past, the industry is now awash with way so many songwriters that an artiste’s inability to write their own songs shouldn’t be an excuse for their not pushing out new music.

Any of Ray Signature, Yesse Oman Rafiki, Zulander, Esther Nabaasa, Black Skin, Fyno, Michael Fingers, St. Andrew, Nince Henry and hordes of songwriters will do a good song on any day. Perhaps one could borrow Bebe Cool’s blueprint on Mama album (2015) where just about every song had a different songwriter.

The other aspects, inevitably, come into play. The production, along with all the ingredients should be taken care of. One’s effort would still be in vain if they went to Swangz, Nessim, Crouch, Eno Beat, Paddy Man, Saidi Soft or Big Nash, and still rushed out of studio with an unmastered product. An artiste may never have their product rocking the airwaves for as long as they still flock music studios with a “Nkolera nga aka Bebe Cool” mentality.

The product has to be thrown into people’s faces. An artiste will have to come up with a worthwhile video, or else it won’t cut it. The reasonable growth of the industry has since meant that we are not short of decent video producers. Any of Zyga Phix, Jahlive, Sasha Vybes, Badi Films or Kim XP would still do an excellent job (there are just as many video producers as songwriters that one will occasionally bump into names like Marvin Musoke or J Blessing showing their muscle).

They’ll need PR to manage their brand. This should be part of the management, irrespective of whether they are permanent of under some periodic, contractual arrangement. When you have someone like Jeff Kiwa, you won’t have to start running around looking for songwriters, decent producers and DJs to whore your finished product.
The nerves. This, perhaps, was the least of Kaye’s troubles. But many artistes, largely because of stage fright, start taking weed and/or booze because they want the confidence. It’s the reason why, despite the immense talent, people like Mowzey Radio never turned out big on live performances, though they stayed afloat because they had “a bit” of management to push them.

My earliest interface with this was in high school when Julius Ejalam, the chap who ran our group insisted on us feeding on bananas before a performance, insisting they would assist in getting the best of our vocals. Milk, yogurt, cheese, caffeine, ice water, carbonated drinks and booze – among others – are some of the foods believed to hinder one’s vocal performance.

On the other hand, foods like honey, green veggies, room temperature water, fruits (banana, oranges, grapes, etc) are said believe to get the best of one’s vocals.

If, indeed, his is a case of substance abuse, he could do with a bit of rehab and a possible stabilization period. After this, one trade that could definitely help Qute Kaye get back on track is music where he would undoubtedly flourish. He has the talent.

With proper guidance, he will be better protected against possible relapse, and most likely avoid the bandwagon where an artiste gets one successful concert and off they fly into uncharted waters, buying an acre on Masaka Road and on it, raising 3 goats in the name of farming.

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Friday, April 20, 2018

Tribute | Gracias, Arsene

Resigned. Fired. Gone. Whatever. Yes, Arsene Wenger leaves Arsenal at the end of the season – that’s the latest news from London Colney. The long wait is over. Finally. Mama has given a signal.

Whoah! We can now watch football again.

With us, he leaves memories. The memorable quotes. The transformation. The sleek football. The training methods. The diet regime. The 3-1 against United in that Fabian Barthez show. The 5-1 away against Inter Milan. The 3-1 win against Juventus. The 4-2 against Liverpool. The duels with Fergie. The catfights with Mourinho. The cheekiness. The stubbornness. The innocent water bottles kicked from the touchline. The bad signings. More transformation (the bad one). The 8-2 horror show at United. And everything else in between.

We are now ready for the transition. They’ll mock us, the naysayers. A season or two, and we’ll find our feet again. Thierry Henry, Mikel Arteta, Patrick Vieira, Diego Simone, Leonardo Jardim. Anyone. Someone with an ounce of a football brain. Anyone that is not Brendan Rogers, Mourinho, Moyes or Sam Allardyce. Anyone decent enough. Maybe Maurizio Sarri. Or Eusebio Di Francesco. Or Zidane (allow me to dream, people. With Wenger gone, anything is possible).

"This is one of the most difficult days we’ve ever had in all our years in Sport blah blah blah […]", cooed Stan Kroenke. He lied. What’s difficult about letting go of an abusive partner –  Breaking the news to them, perhaps? Maybe he’s been practicing how to say: "au revoir" and make it sound like an all-expenses-paid holiday to Ibiza.

I feel more excited than a juvenile on a typical 1990s Christmas day. More elated than Piers Morgan will ever be. I am in the mood for a #WengerResignationParty. Invites, anyone? We’ll foot the bill.