Trabolee is arguably the best lyricist you have heard in a while. With his piercing lyrics and mind boggling flows, there’s few people on his level of artistry. We got a chance to talk to him about one of his recent songs, “Feedback” and get more insights into the multi-layered piece of art.
She’s gonna be performing at Blankets and Wine this Sunday. A Kenyan with German\Italian roots, her music is soulful and will make you appreciate life from a totally new angle. We got the chance to interview Maia & the Big Sky just after the release of her latest album: Continue reading INTRODUCING| MAIA AND THE BIG SKY
It’s probably a slow day as you’re reading this. You wish the weekend was longer right? You’re struggling to keep your eyelids open? Well, we have the perfect cure for that. Listen to these vibey songs to keep away the blues, curated by TKR Continue reading Here’s the TOP 5 songs from Nairobi this past week
I think Steph Kapela should have stuck with Atwal Music. I’m at the airport and I’ve just missed my flight., so I have some time to pass till the next one. My mind is always quick to entertain me with cynical thoughts and random guesses about the lives of the strangers around me, but only thing is on my mind at this point, that post that Steph Kapela made announcing his split from Atwal Music.
Well, I heard someone say #nunairobi is dead. Luckily, it’s only the hashtag that died. The movement that it represented is still alive and kicking. Here’s some proof: Continue reading TOP 5 #NUNAIROBI SONGS FROM THE LAST 7 DAYS
There’s something missing in the underground scene and I’m not sure if you’ve noticed. Let’s face it, it’s the producers that made the scene start popping. People were laying vocals on internet beats long before the likes of Quassa, EA Wave, Mars Maasai etc started uploading beats on Soundcloud. So as the scene started to gather more attention, it is the producers that are still at centre stage, and rightfully so, because they put in work.
Time is of the essence…
Hey there Sir
I want to say hello in a bunch of ways; pleasantries from multiple generations. From a baby screaming her lungs out to a pant-sagging teen saying, “Wassup! ” to the simple, “hallo” from the men of old.
You see, sir, I have a problem addressing you. I can’t quite find the comfort in addressing you by your own terms.
Afternoon? Evening? Good morning?
No. We’re not having any of that. Besides, at twelve minutes to two a.m., there’s no prescribed way of calling your attention to this brief correspondence.
I hope you’re not too sleepy. I hope you’ve had a slow week. I hope you haven’t been too busy. I hope you finally grew weary. I hope the race became too long for you.
I mean, we’re always running against you. We’re always losing – and losing badly – but we never stop trying. We…
View original post 564 more words