Hi People, the much anticipated not-so-live-interview of the rebel rapper is now available for your listening pleasure.
Hi People, the much anticipated not-so-live-interview of the rebel rapper is now available for your listening pleasure.
I’m sure you guys thought I was kidding when I said I was gonna drop my number one hit single titled, “My #1 Hit Single“. Well, there you have it. In stereo. The latest and most anticipated hit track. I’m so excited about it, you guys have no idea! This track is on every known deejay’s rotation! You better listen and tell your friends to tell their friends about it. This is the next big thing to hit the Ghana music scene. Play it in your cars, on your computers, walkmans, iPads, iPods, iPhones, Blackberry, whatever man!!! Just be sure to pump up the volume.
There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ve enjoyed this piece of art immensely. It took no more than an hour to put this together, thanks to my able producer, Paapa (Skillions). The greatest producer ever known to man!
If you see me on the streets, don’t be shy to say hi. I’m a humble super star :-P.
I love y’all.
In view of the latest trend in hiphop and hiplife and all that, as of today, I have decided to revive my rapping career. Yes, yes, yes, many of you don’t know that I used to be a rapper. Back in the day my stage name was wyzerymez and boy did I kill it. I was one of the best female rappers in
my town. For real, for real, I was a damn good lyricist. I still am. Now it seems anyone who can hold a microphone by the neck calls themselves rappers. I’m here to change all that.
Now I am reinventing and relaunching my career as a rapper. My stage name shall be the rebel rapper. One that will rebel against all other forms of music in Ghana. Genre of music, rebel-life…or reb-life? Better still Hop-life music. Yea, that sounds right. Hop-life music it is. Introducing the Originator, the Grandmama, the Founder and CEO of Hop-life music….Yeah mehn. While y’all are fighting over who started hip-life and all that, Imma just start my own.
Be warned, I shall soon quit my day time job and start this ‘rapperdelic‘ lifestyle real soon that will ensure that I become famous in a matter of days, appear on Music Music and its cousin Sounds Splash, get signed by some telecom giant in Ghana and start my own Facebook Fan Page. I knew it was only a matter of time before my talent was recognized and now, my dear people, is the time!!!
This means a total wardrobe change, change in walk and talk. In fact looking back, I should have quit school way back when I discovered this talent. If I’d quit school and stayed in the studio where all rappers live, I’d be one of the largest illest rappers in the game by now. But its never too late. In the 90’s we didn’t have MTV Base or any of those things to promote Ghanaian artists such as myself. But now there’s Facebook, Twitter, Youtube and so many more. That’s the reason why I believe that this is the right time to relaunch my career. In this present climate, if you’re a woman and dare to do what the men do, just play the women empowerment card and that right there, is your claim to fame. Soon I’ll be doing songs sponsored by the UN, NATO, NADMO, MOWAC, Zoom Lion,
Talibans and all dem dems.
You see, I’ve been watching this game from the sidelines for a decade and a half now and I’ve mastered my game plan. For my single, I go sample some foreign beat (hopefully I’ll remember to give them credit and pay royalties), I’ll beg Wanlov to cough on the beat for me, then I’ll get Apietus to mumble incoherently for my chorus and finally I’ll find PSquare or some other well known Nigerian artist to feature on the track. And that right there my dear people is now you make an international hit that is ready to break all the records in music on the western part of this continent. Soon enough, I’ll be signed on to DefJam, Universal Studios, BMI, EMG or better still Konvict Records, and then there’ll be some controversy about the deal, which all the media houses in Ghana will pick on. And before you know it, the whole Ghana will be talking about me.
When it comes to dropping the full 12 track CD, the game plan is a little complicated, but I’m still on top of things. For that I may have to represent Ghana on Big Brother Africa. Try not to be the first person to be evicted from the house; I’ll stay there fore at least 40-60 days the Big Brother house. At every given chance, I’ll rap some of my songs into the mirrors. By so doing, exhibiting my talent to the entire African continent. Through that, I’ll make a few links then when I’m evicted, I’ll come home and feature Kwaku T, Sammy B and even, yes, even Mimi all on one track. That track will be called the Big Brother Connection. Oh, I have a lot of ways and means to succeed in this game. So you better watch out.
Now the last thing I need to do to top this all off is to develop a slang. Yup. It is very essential in this game. I for go see some one or two people who have perfected the art of acquiring foreign accents locally to tutor me for a few weeks. I’m a fast learner so that won’t be a problem. It’s a challenge, but if I must survive in this game, this I must do.
I’m currently accepting applications to fill any role imaginable on this career path. Help make my dream come true; by so doing, your dream will come true too.
Following this 5Five and DJ Cyndo catastrophe, I’ve been thinking about how easily we call ourselves artistes when really and truly, there’s not a teeny weeny drop of art in us.
As an artist, I expect that you have something to say. Something that will change people’s lives and ways of being. Positively. You are not an artist simply because you can string meaningless words together and make them rhyme to some beat. You are an artist because you see the world differently and hope that your perceptions of the world will make life more enjoyable for others. Be it through poetry, music, dance, painting or sculpture. You are an artist because you can shape the way people see things with your artistic ability. As an artist you maintain your originality, as any perversion to your ideals signals your doom.
Contrary to popular belief, you are not there for the chicks or the bling. You are there because your heart sings the passion and the pain of the present and the vision of tomorrow. Don’t be fooled when all the girls and guys hype you up because you’re the in thing. It’s all ephemeral and in no time, you’ll find yourself in the middle of nowhere asking yourself questions that you should have asked yourself way before you started your journey into your so-called stardom. Whether you believe me or not, your “reign” will last as long as the rain in harmattan.
Truth be told. I’ve never been a fan of 5Five. I’ve always seen them as many of the one hit wonders in our entertainment scene. And I
was am right. When their current single dropped, unfortunately, I liked it. I wasn’t happy that I liked it. In fact I was more aware of my surprise for liking it, that the fact that it was an enjoyable tune that was to be liked. Naturally, my default setting when it comes to hiplife music is “to be disliked on first hearing“. Fortunately, I have whitelisted a few exceptions that disprove the rule, but I’m very wary of those; and 5Five is not on that list. That said, I’m big enough to admit when I’m wrong, when I’m wrong. I was unhappy to admit that 5Five had managed to prove me wrong and work their way to my brownlist (awaiting approval to the whitelist club), with their Move Back track (featuring the one and only Apietus). Imagine my surprise when I heard this track from DJ Cyndo (youtube link below). No matter how slow your internet connection is, I implore you to have a listen.
Now check out this viral video oh 5Five’s Move Back.
Notice any similarities, correspondence, differences, or variance?
After hearing both tracks, a range of possible questions pop up in my mind.
Sincerely, I want to believe that DJ Cyndo sampled our GH boys. But we all know that when it comes to the average GH hiplife track, they are live on Copy Cat Boulevard. So you be the judge. For me, this is why 5Five and several other hiplife groups will never ever ever play at my wedding!!!
Rock bands can be really awesome, if you’re into that sort of thing, that is. I prefer a slightly watered down version, that’s why I would take alternative rock and soft rock over hard core heavy metal any day. But God in his infinite wisdom created us all very differently and as such every ear has it’s musical inclinations. For instance, I can’t imagine a bunch of hard core Biker Boys grooving to a Ghanaian Gospel track by Ohemaa Mercy (no matter how loud she bellows out her notes she won’t reach rock band status), or a song by Agya Koo Nimo (what category does his music fall under again?) let alone hiplife. In much the same way, I can’t see my grandmum rocking to sounds of Metallica or Pink Floyd.
So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (as always), analyzing and pondering over the various reasons why one thing may fly in this airspace and plummet in another. I narrowed my mental monologue to rock music and reasons why it would never fly in Ghana. Here are a few:
About two months ago, a very good friend asked that I become the maid of honour at her wedding. After she said those words to me over the phone, there was a pause and subsequently, 5-10 seconds of laughter. It was a shared joke. She and I have been friends for about 7 years now and having met on the soccer field, she knew what she was asking when she asked it. During that momentary pause in time (all of 2 seconds) I became dizzy with an assortment of thoughts; thoughts of make-up, eyebrow tweezing, high-heeled shoes, dress, nails painting, flowers and all the other out-of-character things I would have to endure. After running back and forth the tracks of this mental “ordeal”, the “honour” bit in the title entered my consciousness and the dizzying thoughts settled. So I asked, “Do I have to wear a dress?” and with that she knew that I’d already accepted the position and the rest became a part of history that will never be forgotten.
As a child, due to my very nature, I was never used as a flower girl in any wedding, and as I grew older, I preferred a more background role (taking pictures and making sure everyone followed the day’s protocol) avoiding the spotlight as much as possible. So this was the perfect opportunity to prove to the world what I was made up of as I took reigns of a prominent part in a wedding ceremony. To be honest with you I was more “afraid” than anything else. Nevertheless, I took hold of the role gladly and yet, gingerly, uncertain of what to expect, yet hopeful.
As the days rolled closer to the D-day, it still didn’t hit me, not even when I tried on the dress. The very first reaction I got was from my younger brother was summed-up into a simple shriek (better seen than said). Turning aside from that, I showed it to the bride who thought I looked dashing so I ignored my brother.
Then on the day of the event, during my make-up session, it hit me. Real hard this time; with every stroke of the make-up brush. I knew then, that there was no use holding back, and so I let go, ridding my self of almost every Rebel Ryter attachment and allowing the Rebel of Honour spirit to take over. Evidently, after my make-up session, I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror, and as a direct result, the rest of the day was extremely surreal. Thankfully, before I could drift too far off into wonderland, I reminded myself of the very essence of the day’s event and that made every tweezed hair totally worth it. The wedding ceremony was perfect and I was proud to have been a part of it, and not just any part, a very essential and crucial part, so crucial the wedding couldn’t have gone on without me :-P.
Now to Marcelle and Tai, thanks for the wonderful experience, thanks for bringing out the woman in me (despite the fact that it was only for a few hours). All together, it was a great experience, one that I may not want to repeat too often, but would undoubtedly cherish for now and for always.
To all of you who are thinking “This is it. This is what will change Freddy. Now she’ll start making her face up to places and throw in some skirts and dresses into her wardrobe.” Well … I hate to disappoint you, but it WON’T! It will take a lot more than one pretty dress and make-up session to convert me. But I’ll be happy to do it once or twice a year, only next time I’ll charge for my service, simply because I put some umph into the ceremony.