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Oct 16, 2010 Letters
Dear Editor,
I am trying very hard to decipher the sound/words coming out of dancehall entertainer Movado as I got a chance to see the recording of the show that was held at the Providence Stadium. Believe me, I made every effort but failed miserably to grasp what this now popular entertainer was saying.
I am a music lover, I know a song when I hear one, so I was waiting, but have to say I didn’t hear one single song from Mr. Movado, except his intermittent roll of words every 20 seconds or so which was hell for me to make out, followed by his incessant shouting of “Guyanaaaaaaa…….” Which he did some 50 times, I never got a single comprehensible lyrical line or stanza.
This shouting of words then a sudden stop to energetic jumps was way beyond me, but I did manage to locate a few words such as: “gangsta”, “gully”, “level” and of course “Guyanaaaaaaaa ….. “, but these and other chants are not songs – yet for all, this Movado gibberish had within it a sort of incantation to transport an impressively large young audience following into a mad frenzy waving, jumping and screaming in a state of ecstasy, so much so that members/security of the organisers’ team and police had the devil’s job in getting them off the stage, many who only wanted to touch their “bad boy” star.
Just what was the message that had these young folks so hyped up and making loud frantic noise? Definitely there is a gaping musical generation gap. I dare say that we are into a musical/entertainment revolution, not only in terms of video technology along with its highly intricately advance technological gadgets, but equally so with the quality of lyrics, style of dress, stage conduct/performance, raw unpolished voice sounds, almost every aspect it appears is blown into another dimension that seems an enigma to and even at times nonsensical to any music enthusiast a generation back.
The world of Movado and his ilks has captured and enraptured the present young generation with such a craze and passion that is almost kind of hypnosis, like a fly hopelessly caught in a spider’s web. This is why from what I was seeing, he wasn’t mindful about the people on stage who appeared to be promoters, orderlies and members of his contingent who were constantly saying things to him.
Sweating and with a permanent grin, flipping and waving his rag with busy movements, his focus fixed on his excited and hyped up fans he couldn’t be bothered with them for he was certainly enjoying what he was doing. From the press conference that was held and the manner of his presentation/response, which many considered to be drivel and were even somewhat embarrassed I wasn’t all that surprised, though his performance to me is still bafflement. Songs and performances will always be in constant motion, they have been so through the ages, and will continue to be so, but the “gun shat”, “gangsta” style brand that provoke, encourage and perpetuate rejection of the status quo perceived as oppressive is quite a phenomenon in itself, that has tremendous sway over the majority of our young people and more so the inner-city, ghetto and underprivileged class who idolized it and by so doing are inspired by it.
Frank Fyffe
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