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GUTS

Today’s not your average music GOAT review is by Parisian hip hop/Afro-funk /soul/electronic music producer  GUTS ( Fabrice Franck Henri)  new album’ philanthropiques'(March 2019). It is the Mama Makeba sizzler for this year (to date).

 

GUTS  started out making hip hop music before branching out to experiment with further genres of music.

GUTS  started out his career in the 90’s as a beat maker. He has collaborated with Common & De La Soul to name a few artists.

I call songs like this #goatbahs   or G.reatest O.f A.ll  T.ime ( or another translation dope songs) because I  think music like this in a league of its own.

 It is a song that reminds me of my childhood in Africa, Barcelona, Miami and all places tropical.  I’m a huge fan of French hip hop/electronica/genre.

‘Kenke corner’ has an infectious beat, rhythm & is guaranteed to take you to another place. A vibrant place  full of soul. A place to lose yourself & soak up multiple cultures.

This has got to be one of my fave songs for spring/summer 2019.

Guts-Philanthropiques album is clearly influenced by his love of the Balearic islands, Africa, Brazil, the Caribbean.

It’s like taking a trip to al the best tropical destinations.

GUTS called on a diverse bunch of global music artists to infuse this afro tropical album with an array of instruments-trombones, saxophones flutes, drums, bass & guitar, keyboards & we have an album that scintillates with celebration for life.

This experimental album has been labelled as  Afro Tropical.

Grab your virtual ticket and soar over jungle beats, bass & funk.

If you like this song or album then I would recommend listening to his ‘Les Bienhereux’ album to show how diverse his music is.

FACT: This is the first album to be recorded & released by wax on records  music ( Nightmares on wax label)

It’s fresh, funky, soulful, vibrant, and full of flavour.

Good Grief

Grief it churns out carbon dioxide

Thoughts lead by military force

 

Grief it strikes you across your cheek

If you dare ignore the ones hurt by your defeat

 

 

Grief it conjures a body to sway against life’s tide

Grief is tics revealed by neurosis

 

Call it the quacks to lead us to another direct line

You will be just fine

 

Shift a bit in the corner

Let it leave our hearts

For a retrieval

A chance to shine

Turn to this moment.

March forwards to a beat instilling a sense of playful footwork to the dance of living by being.

*writing poem  challenge: describe grief in physical terms

Twice bitten abecedarian poem

A twice bitten man shy tortured in an encounter with his tye.

Every seen a crystallized heart shatter?

Ricochet fresh flesh of four chambers?

 

Stained bloody by his past lover’s hand

Sodden & trodden by a call to “man up”

 

Pump up depleted testosterone to counteract the shame.

Even though a trampled heart was not his own doing.

Grievously body harm. It was a gift given

 

Not by a temptress nor a malicious entity by nature.

 

Ergo two hearts vowed to be one soul

Living as a unit. Love of life was their goal.

Loneliness to combat. Fated to be mortal.

 

Revealed their sealed vows together in front of a chosen crowd

Dramatic entrance. One heart faltered .

Death was invited to observe the day

Yesterday’s reminder of the shell of who once was.

Death reminded all that life is fleeting. Unpredictable.

 

Everyone but maybe one didn’t grasp the significance

Empty on reality. Thankful for ‘mothers little helpers’

Songs of blue accentuated the highs.

 

Hopeful for love to remain true.

Ever hope to love truly but wonder whether you do?

 

Obviously caught up in the fervour and knowing the right thing to do.

Obviously ignoring common sense. Abandoned security for a chance leap declared impulsive.

 

Ended up in heart surgery. One shattered by betrayal.

Left the other with paper scissors & words to shake a corpse into resurrection.

Note to self I’ll continue this when I feel less tired

Less restricted. I won’t be some other possession.

Day 19 prompt from napowrimo.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet. This is a prompt that lends itself well to a certain playfulness.