Live Jam at Tapas Tamambo

                                                                                               

LIVE JAM AT TAPAS TAMAMBO, 26^TH JANUARY 2012

1Music presents Live Jam this Saturday at Tamambo Village Market from 7pm till 11pm. This is a platform that gives established and upcoming musicians a podium to showcase not only their music, but get the chance to jam live with established ones.

The Tamambo edition will feature vocalists Victor Muli, Claus Seest, as well as two bands Wakake & the Outlaws and Nairobi Rhythm Section. Wakake will be on percussion, Amani on drums, Mike Manda on keys, Munene on bass. Nairobi Rhythm section consists of Dannz from Madagascar, Dugald from Australia and Wakake. 

Entrance is only 300kshs, to be paid at the door. The event is by 1 MUSiC. 

                                                                               

1 MUSIC

1 MUSIC is a platform where artists interact with their fans regularly without the need to incur costs attached to holding live performances. The platform was created for musicians to share, perform, interact with each other and build a fan base.

We offer media coverage, publicity, and create the necessary buzz. Our desire is to create a genuine, healthy and fair field for competition among artists and up their game.

We know that it takes constant engagement to create a following. We know that it takes constant engagement to create a fan base; we appreciate that it takes constant communication to get information out. That is what 1 Music is about; we do the ground work and provide the artiste with a platform for constant engagement with their fans.

 We want to look at it as creating possibilities and going the extra mile for artists. When we do provide all the basic needs including logistics for artists, we expect the artist will take up the platform and use it for what it is meant for.

For concert information please contact:

Face book: www.facebook.com/1MusiClub

Twitter:      @1musiclub

Wakake: 0722 644 118

Live Jam II: Music for peace

The reports we have been getting lately from the Media concerning Tana River and Mathare are nothing short of sickening. Sadder still is the fact that even after we went through hell in 2007/2008, some people are still willing to take up violence like a cloak that protects us from the vagaries of life once election fever dies down. 

It is with this grim reality in mid that One Music Club has organized a live band jam session to be held on the 15th of January at Club Sylk. This event creates a podium where musicians can jam with one another forgetting all that seemingly 'separates' them. Music transcends all barriers, and it unites, that is the unequivocal message One Music seeks to relay to all and sundry through Live Jam II.

So come the 15th, head on down to Club Sylk at 7.00PM, and get immersed in the sweet sounds of live music that shall be created on that stage. The best part of this whole experience is that it's free, and unrehearsed so what you will be getting is nothing short of 'original'. Anyone, I mean anyone can come on stage and jam. See you there. 

Facebook: 1 Music

Twitter: @1Musiclub

2012

This year I left uni, moved to places I'd never been to before, made new friends, lost a number of old ones, hurt, cried, was reborn through many a metamorphosis. This year took with it many things and many people, through change, or sadly through death. Through it all, I have learned that though nothing lasts forever, good things eventually materialize.

Blessed to have amazing people in my life, people that love me more than I love myself. There are no regrets this day, just lessons, or mistakes that shall not be repeated. I have made my peace with this year, God knows a time like this last year I was fretting about how this year would turn out. I'm however not worried about 2013, I have been preserved, so no matter what, I'll thrive. To my friends and family, I bless God for all of you. RIP Herman, and everyone who passed away this year, you shall never be forgotten.
May 2013 see us attain our highest potential.

Goodbye propensity

I have found writing to be therapeutic when I have things I need to say but don't know how to voice. One thing I've learned is that pain shut in is a poison that kills, a wound that festers and slowly kills you. I hate it when I open up and let the world see my vulnerability, I feel like a city without walls encouraging plunder. 

But whilst a physician may not heal himself, a creative does so by creating. Thus I will find solace in my words...... I have pain shut in that needs to find release, worries that bog me down, memories that haunt me. I am a troubled soul wandering aimlessly, my compass long lost, with only my voices for companionship. I have yelled and I have whispered, I have professed and I have decreed, all of it has amounted to naught. 

Why can't I contain myself? Why? I feel like a hazard to myself, my arch nemesis is my heart, always holding on to doves that want to fly, to eagles meant for the sky. This is not a wail, no, neither is it a lament, this is a dirge for that part of me that needs to die. My voices agree, it is time my need for affection is laid to rest, or it will paralyze the rest of me. So sing with me, sing in hedonistic harmony, my deceitful heart is dead goodbye propensity.

PS: Alot of my posts are 'whiny'...blame the lemons life keeps handing me... 

Kibali

I hate this place I'm at

Woke up today and realized something's gotta give,
because it's evident I've forgotten to live,
much more is required when plenty you receive,
and my heart I can no longer deceive,
I'm clearly in need of reprieve when memories expunged I constantly try to retrieve...

I'm craving mercy but they think I'm foolish,
I'm craving love but they think I'm selfish,
I'm craving purpose but they think I should relish,
attention that's fleeting and praises that diminish.......

I am not wrong for wanting more,
Even the sea wanders and comes back to the shore,
I am not crazy for wanting a door,
To open wide and take me to the happy place I inhabited before......
my soul needs healing, my heart lacks feeling,
my layers and mask need peeling, before I'm brought to the place of kneeling,
I hate this place I'm at, my life burned to ashes and at the hearth I sat,
Now I have become depression's doormat, when I promised myself I'm done with that,
I hate this place I'm at.

Kibali

The beauty of You

The beauty of God is that you can't figure Him out,

The beauty of breath is that it you can't be without,

The beauty of poetry is not knowing how it will turn out,

The beauty of rules is that some you can flout,

The beauty of simplicity; simply is,

The beauty of health is no dis-ease,

The beauty of love is being her's of his'

The beauty of you is being the demon I don't have to appease.

it's simply your way,

being genuine in how you potray,

Everything you think, you say,

It's not deliberate but you allay,

The fear I have of offending,

The loathe I have of pretending,

to be something else with the aim of spending,

time with someone who thrives on my will bending

I don't know how we ebb and flow,

But it's clear for us to grow,

To a place beyond tomorrow,

a chance of us being together away we needed to throw,

Now we're like a river flowing free,

Cutting through terrain easliy,

To the ocean it heads whether clean or murky,

New droplets of rain joining unsure how they'll mix with the sea's saltiness but trusting this pre-determined journey

All I'm trying to say is I appreciate,

That when I hurt you you retaliate,

And if you hurt me an apology you expediate,

And when we've dealt with it the awkwardness we obliterate.

There's no longer need to propagate,

Lies to each other to satiate,

Unnecessary feelings that aim to confiscate,

The place of friendship... lusty love seeks to obfuscate.

For the beauty of life is that you can't figure it out,

The beauty of breath is that it you can't be without,

The beauty of poetry is not knowing how it will turn out,

The beauty of rules are that some you can flout,

The beauty of simplicity; simply is,

The beauty of health is no disease,

The beauty of love is being her's of his'

But the beauty of you is being the demon I don't have to appease.

Kibali