Some Candombe music I’ve discovered: Jhonny Neves and Kimba

So, I did a poem based on candombe music after being exposed to the documentary Tango Negro the other day, so I naturally decided to check out the music. There were some great examples that I discovered so far.

The first example is from Uruguayan percussionist Jhonny Neves. He has done solo works as well as collaborating with other musicians like the Candombe Trio or having various sidemen drummers with him in different jam sessions. I’ve had some of his videos as background music for studying or getting some work done on the computer.

Anyone who knows about my knowledge in anime should know why the 2nd example got my attention. You’re welcome, anibloggers! They’re a candombe collective that has been known to feature several drummers at once. Yes, there is a band that may or may not be named after a certain white lion that Disney ripped off a ton of stuff from. Hahahaha! But for real, they make great music.

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Did I seriously just surpass 500 posts as of today?

I looked at some of my stats this morning and saw that I made 500 posts on this blog. Wow, I didn’t realize I had that much content on year since I started this thing in late 2016! Hooray, me…I guess.

There were things I’ve been thinking about when it comes to my content. I’ve been doing my best to put more of my original works like poetry on here. It would also be good to explore how the Ospreyshire project can expand especially in this Spotify-heavy world. I do have some ideas, but it’s going to take some time and effort. Of course, recent events happening has really got me angry with the blatant double standards going on, and I’m just going to leave it there. I want to make sure I’m more consistent in the content I have for this blog. There will be times when I will promote other artists and bloggers, but I want to fine-tune my artistic crafts on here.

Thanks for supporting me, everyone.

Invisibility Dissipates With the Trio of Drums

Piano, repique, chico…

The sizes of the three drums brought such color

When one was lost in cultural amnesia

Credit slowly became due long after Barcelona’s crown was rejected

The connection to the lost was retrieved

By hand and by clave

The memories flooded and the shame evaporated

After centuries of propaganda

Robust sounds burst by trios or infantries or cuerdas

Encore, maestros!

Insidious Emulation Mode (From the Perspective of a Clone)

[Note: Let’s see how many references my readers will get in this satirical poem.]

Adoration was entitled to the emulators

As I deserved the accolades for being best

Who wants to be first, anyway?

Fighting for medals was a reason of life

I needed no antennae for such a goal

Obstacles to being the pinnacle disappear

With the snap of my gloved fingers

Reaching 9999 levels of power helped

Making sure I won no matter what

I am acclaimed, more than just a carbon copy

You’d be selling me short that way

So all these originals are complaining of my existence, now?

Too bad

Life’s not fair, isn’t it?

Is it really that insidious when you have thousands of adoring fans?

This is the age where clones achieve coronation

1/18

I really wanted the content of one’s character to be the standard

Might as well call that a dream deferred

Gavels were thrown like Mjolnir ad nauseum

While I had my own, I kept it hidden

Were others truly that insecure?

Civility was a rarity of sorts even long after 1965

Of course, some would throw around that name

As some surefire deflection while ignoring how the namesake ended up

The scales were still tilted in the present

People deserve better

James & Friends playing a few covers

I need a break from all the insanity that’s been going on in this country over the past week or so. Don’t misconstrue me, I’m still doing my best to follow what’s going on, but I don’t want to bust a blood vessel.

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall (and La Bamba)…

I got to see James & Friends on two separate occasions and it was good despite being surreal seeing live music in 2020. It was at a restaurant with those tents for “indoor” dining even though there was limited space given state requirements and the tables were farther apart. It is strange how people have to go outside to be “inside”, but that’s the current reality. Don’t worry, I was responsible to have my mask on besides when I had food and I did social distance from others. They did covers those nights and I got to capture two of their songs. They covered “La Bamba” and “Wonderwall” by Oasis. Yes, all the 90s kids were singing along to the latter. Hahaha!

Hope you’re doing well, everyone.

https://jamesandfriendsacoustic.com/

The World Saw the Stark Contrasts

Imagine if their complexion was multiple shades darker.

In this idiotic chaos, the world saw the stark contrasts.

Not just with some donkeys and some elephants alike facepalming, but others from the globe shuddered.

Melanin would’ve been an instant conviction if the shoe was on the other foot.

Felony charges would be tossed around like candy.

A harsher response would’ve been an understatement as they wouldn’t have made it to the steps.

If looting is bad (which it is), then what about the podiums, documents, and other things?

Why didn’t those who stormed the building just comply?

Those who screamed “law and order!” last summer didn’t practice what they preached.

While numerous initialed powers do their research, more faces popped up albeit with no perp walks on the small screen.

Three piece suits, stethoscopes, and even those who didn’t wear badges that day were in trouble.

That’s not getting into the severe omission of masks and the disgusting amount of human excrement smeared or poured around.

Why the zip ties, molotovs, guns, and other harmful objects? How is a shirt with “6MWE” somehow less offensive than the word “equality” to them?

Patriots? Nothing says loving America like waving a flag used by traitors (did you read the sarcasm).

The world saw these stark contrasts.

Are sound minds too much to ask for?