Plenty nonsense lyricsLisa Allen-Agostinihttp://www.guardian.co.tt/Lisa-Allen-Agostini.htmlIs Carnival time
Get ready to wine…
—Wining Season, Machel MontanoI mean, I quoting Machel there because is a nice lavway and if I was doing anything for the Carnival I definitely would of be doing it to that song, but when you study it, I could of be quoting anything. The lyrics we getting nowadays mostly sounding the same.
That “get ready to wine” is a Alyson Hinds breakaway from some time aback, and I sure if you do a head count it must be show up in a next set of songs.
You go say, soca is not about lyrics.
That is a load of gobar that so deep it could leepay every wall in every house in Trinidad.
Soca start with lyrics, not just music, not just the soul-deep, hip-shaking, mind-blowing, hand-in-a-the-air rhythms we getting nowadays. Soca (or sokah, as some who in the know have it) was always a child of calypso and calypso is the original lyrics art form.
But what we saying with soca now is a biscuit tin beating in the Savannah. It have lyrics to that? No. It need? Neither. All you want is something to shake your manifesto and you good.
We getting exactly the kind of music we deserve. Not just soca, neither, but kaiso and all gone down.
It use to have clear division between what could play in public and what good for the tent; but I was so shame to sit down in a maxi and hear, sitting right next to my seven-year-old the Lady, all about Crazy and he phone-card situation.
The Lady, in she best English, explaining she friend how the man have a girlfriend who have five phone and so want plenty phone card… thank God she didn’t engage with the double entendre, although I know she not stupid and she well hear it.
And it playing on radio like nothing.
It use to have different kind of song in the tent, from rude one to funny one to serious one and then the imaginative and the political. Now, judging by Calypso Monarch song selection, it only have one kind of calypso: the political kaiso. Anything else ent making the finals so you best ent even bother.
Long time the Calypso Monarch was the thing, the boss, the crème de la crème. Now the poor fellah lucky if he get two gigs for the rest of the year when it done. Who want to hear Calypso Monarch when Shurwayne playing?
And the soca? Them song making Iwer classic Han-han-han-han-han (etc) sound like a scholarly treatise on party. If I never hear about another bumper rolling it go be too soon.
We mustn’t complain, though. We look for that.
I recently take up gardening after years of saying I had a black thumb. It shock me to know that the plants and them didn’t really have nothing personal against me. Is just that some of them like water and some don’t; some like sun and some don’t; and all like you to talk to them and love them up or they go just ups and dead on your hand, water, sun or not.
That is what going on with we and these Carnival arts. We making all the right noises about preserving the Carnival, but where we attention going? We loving up the inane, banal and utterly dotish soca songs, the monotonously aggressive pro-PNM songs, the Chinese bead-up bikini and the gargantuan, clumsy king of Carnival costumes with illegal fireworks and all the trimmings.
Yes, it have Junior Carnival, but when they grow up and find we not really interested in all the delightful, ingenious and individuated costumes they accustom to, what they going and play?
We have workshops to teach children to write and sing calypso and soca, but when they turn 18 and want a work, what they going and do? Ask Patrice Roberts. She come up from Junior Monarch singing real solid songs, songs with craft, melody, wit and charm. What she singing now? I like Sugar Boy, but come on.
That girl could of be something big. Instead she in the shadow of Faye Ann, singing for she supper in a soca band. That is where the real money is so why not? Why she must trap sheself in a kaiso ghetto when she could be blinging next to Machel on a stage in Miami, New York, Toronto?
And now we have Junior Soca Monarch. I pass it in the Savannah the other day. Sound like Soca Monarch to me.
When this thing ups and dead on your hand, the Carnival I mean, don’t cry no crocodile tears. We getting exactly the Carnival we deserve.