#SOTGtuesday x “I Had A Dream” (Marc Blaze Remix)
I Had A Dream (Marc Blaze Remix) by TehNDiamond
The original was off my first mixtape, #SOTG1 and here now I present to you the remix . . . done by the Pretoria based wonder on the board from Zim . . Marc Blaze. To celebrate the remix, I’ve made the stream and download available for free from my brand FREE DOWNLOAD HERE
Enjoy:)
The Daily Dose x “Yoda O’Brien”
Is it a bird ? No.
Is it a plane ? No.
Does it even have wings ? No.
Then what the f#*k is it then ?!
Oh shoot, my bad, its just me cruising down Borrowdale Road at a cool 5kms/hr under the speed limit of 70., in my new set of wheels. Not new because the car is new, but new because after 3 months of my proverbial road wings clipped by the higher powers aka the designated grown-ups . . . I’m finally back in the driver’s seat.
Does it feel good to be back behind the wheel ?! No.
Its hot and its boring, also it makes my right ankle hurt after about a half hour or so. Yea, Tehn is not built to drive around AT ALL. But its cool, I’m getting places and getting things done. Which is pretty much the name of the game. I’m waving at the Po Po as I cruise on by at the legal limit, I’m stopping for pedestrians at pedestrian crossings . . . I’m even not waiting to honk at random booty as it graces the side-walks of Harare . . . yuuup . . . I’m getting it in and I’m getting it in by the book.
I only get a touch amped whilst driving when one of my songs come on, which is fairly often cos’ the only CD I currently own is #SOTG2 . . . which as it turns out contains a whopping 14 of my songs, you can download and listen to it here if you don’t believe me.
Flashback 3 months and we’re looking at a totally different brand of driver, which probably explains my 2nd accident . . . in my defence though I was driving in an overly excited fashion tryna get to Miss Zim Tourism pageant . . . I’d spent the night before befriending models of the outta towner persuasion and landed myself some V.I.P. tickets . . . so let a fella live.
Doesn’t excuse or explain why or how I ended up having a car accident with thin air though. *sighs*
But let’s flashback another 3 months to my first and definitive accident, the one that started this whole thing . . . the one that happened a mere 100m up the road from where the second one would later happen. Yea, lets go back there. What happened that time around ? Whats the great excuse ? Chasing models ? Dodging pigeons ? Honking at booty ?
NOPE!
This one was pure stupidity, it at least involved another car though . . . and it was mainly stupid cos the other dude was a douche and an asshole and turned in front of my precious 2010 whip . . . the ever lovely “Almost Amazing (R.I.P.)” . . . it was also stupid cos i’d been drinking. Like a fool. See he was in the wrong, but I was in the wrongest cos maybe just maybe, had I been sober I coulda avoided a stupid accident.
But fuck it, such is life, we press on regardless. Drving now scares me a little, and drinking . . . well drinking scares me too. So hopefully we’re at a good starting place.
And ummm no, the car in the photo is not my new baby-doll “Yoda O’Brien” but in fact a dramatic re-enactment of what my new ride acts and feels like in my mind. So yea, allow me.
Her name is “Yoda O’Brien” cos everytime I get in her I learn some Yoda like wisdom, kinda backwards . . . but potent . . . like I learnt today that if I wanna adjust the seat to make so that I’m not sitting with my knees touching my chest and my nose over the steering wheel like a ponce . . . well I learnt that I’m gonna have to find another car for that kinda shit. This one doesn’t come with that feature.
I also learnt that while Yoda doesn’t have central locking, I’m more than welcome to lock each door individually and thoroughly . . . but in doing so I’m not to expect for ANY REASON whatsoever for the back right door to be able to lock, no matter what. That one just gets a pass and is allowed to stay fully unlocked, while the others guard the car. And I think thats kinda fair.
Her last name is O’Brien, because there’s a lanky ginger haired Irish comedian behind every lesson she opens my being up to. And I am grateful.
Anyway.
Don’t drink and drive kids, it’ll mess you up . . . worse yet it could mess someone else up and you don’t need that on your conscience.
pow!
Tehn
P.S. Does anyone else drive as crap as me, lemme know in the comments below ?
The Daily Dose x “Your Children”
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.”
– Khalil Gibran
Food for thought. You do the dishes.
pow!
Tehn
The Daily Dose x “Dear Bruno Mars”
Bruno,
I don’t know you perosnally my dude, but lemme say you’re worrying me fam. I think I first encountered you on B.o.B.’s “Nothing On You” and that was dope, I was a fan . . . you kilt it dead. Then I think I ran across you on Travie McCoy’s “Billionaire” and you know what, that was dope too.
All was right with the world and I was looking forward to what you had in store for the world as a solo artist. I’d done some snooping around YouTube and found some unreleased potential gems of yours, so the internal hype engine was steadily picking up steam.
Then you dropped “Amazing” . . . sang your ass off my dude, the writing was ill . . . it was simple and hit the mark. I heard it and it took me back to “Just The Way You Are” not Barry White’s one but when Billy Joel does it . . . and not because your song was anywhere near as awesome to the Nth as the aforementioned “Just Way You Are” . . . but only because of that bit where you sing the lyrics “Just Way You Are” and I start to miss the other song.
But as always, I digress. I liked the song. I didn’t like that it had undertones of telling the ladies that they can just approach life looking however and its all gravy, but I did enjoy the sentiment. Thank you Bruno, you done good.
Then you checked your G-pass at the door and said “Fuck it, let’s crank this up a notch.” and proceeded to drop “Grenade” . . . again a well written and well delivered song, I can’t take none of that away from you . . . I know the pressures of tryna write good music, you do that in a manner that seems effortless. All that considered, again its the undertones of your track that I’m getting my undies in a bunch over . . . fair enough the track came out ages ago and I should be over it, but I’m not. I’m just NOT.
It irks me.
This time you’re promoting grenade-catching, now where I’m from (H-Town, Zim . . . act like you know already), nobody goes around ACTUALLY knnowingly tryna catch them some grenades . . . in fact I like to think that the greater masses of us go out there tryna land us some 9′s and hell if we’re extra lucky and them roofies kick in right, some 10′s. In reality probably only 5′s and 6′s . . . but thats neither ere nor there . . . my point is, nobody’s tryna rope a grenade let alone write a song about it. The way I see it if this chick was kissing you with her eyes open and you saw her do that, you had your eyes open and you’re both weirdos for that. There’s no need to run around lugging a fucken piano round town talmbout you’ll get with a 1 just to please this chick. She ain’t worth it !!!
Rather catch a 2 for 1 striptease at your local gentleman’s club, you’ll feel better, and help a lost soul through college while you’re at it.
So anyway after “Grenade” I honestly just left you alone, I caught a glimpse of something you did with Damian Marley but didn’t bother to really take notice of it cos’ . . . well . . . to be honest, cos’ I couldn’t trust you anymore bruv. I didn’t know what you were gonna try push on me next, cos’ so far you’re breaking Bro Code stipulations left right and centre, and its hard to watch right now.
So I left it.
I let it simmer.
I let Jesus take the wheel. (foolishly forgetting that Jesus came before the 4-door Benz coupe dropped, and really only rode donkey.)
But I digress.
Cos’ then like 3 weeks ago, I stumbled upon some newness outta you Bruno . . . I found myself without a laptop cos’ the stupid thing had eleceted to crash mid-Easter weekend and leave me with no choice but to watch the dreaded idiot-box. I got lucky though cos’ MTv Base and them were having a 98% Music Weekend . . . so I wouldn’t have to suffer through any Jersey Shore nonsense and I could catch up on what’s hot on the mainstream scene.
Anyway, this lead to my eventually hearing a number you like to call “The Lazy Song” . . . I don’t have too much to say on this, but I’ll try. Again, I think its dope . . . u wrote it well and you sung it well . . . that video is AWESOME and its hialrious.
Okay, but fuck you Mr. Mars !!!
For the most part we are all out here on our cot-damn grinds, day in and day out, I see it on my twitter timeline constantly . . . variations of “Rise & Grind” or “They Sleep, We Grind” . . . Rev Run is dropping jewels on em . . . Tyrese ? not so much . . . but trying . . . you got motivational and inspirational quotes gracing facebook status updates and newsfeeds religiously . . .
Mr. Mars !! Mothersucker !! People are tryna GET IT IN !!!
And your song is The Anti-Grind and I hate you for it. More so cos its catchy and I like the video. fml.
Okay, I think thats all. I best quit blogging in the middle of this meeting lest somebody calls me lazy. But just know Bruno, I’m not gonna be coming to you for advice on anything anytime soon. You’re rude dawg. Peace.
pow!
Tehn
What songs do YOU love to hate & hate to love ?
Lemme know in the comments section below.
The Daily Dose x “No Art, No Heart”
Yesterday I wrote on what I love about being home and just Africa in general, even though I’ve never travelled any further than Zambia . . . so I guess what I love is Southern Africa.
In any case, here it is, I hate how we as creatives are perceived here. Maybe not those who’ve made something of their creativity and earn some level of sustainable living, but certainly at the earlier stages of an artist’s growth.
Is it a cultural thing ?
Why can’t we openly and happily encourage and embrace the sparks of creative talent that are so apparent in so many parts of our land.
Why are the Arts not guarded and propped up and promoted as an asset that this land has ?
Why must my choosing to be a musician bring some sorta fucked up shame to my family or have me seen as lazy or misguided ?
Is the pursuit of money and material wealth all there is to this place ?
Don’t our hearts desires and our spirits will mean anything ?
Africa is after all where the beat that carries every genre of music was born.
Why then do we stifle the growth of our creatives ?
Why do we look down on those sent by The Creator himself to bestow upon this beautiful Earth the closet pieces of Heaven man can access. Cos that to me is what art is . . . its little pieces of Heaven. From singing to dancing to painting ALL OF IT !!
Speak to anybody in the “creative world”, when you’re creating sometimes you can’t even explain how or why you’re able to. Sure you’ve practiced and worked at your craft, but in those moments when you apply it and reach out for that all important inspiration . . . when it comes, you’re gone and something else takes over. (the above vid explains it best.)
I’m gonna do my bit to change this, because it eats me up . . . it hurts me to see, to know or even feel.
Without ART we die. You can’t even spell the word “heart” without the word “art” at the heart of it.
So even if you think you can’t or whatever, sing at the top of your lungs when the moment takes you . . . dance till the sun comes up and then some . . . paint faces in the sand . . . and let your inner artist live.
Cos’ by doing so, you’ll live too. Its not enough to just get wet, you gotta actually feel the rain. (R.I.P. Bob Marley)
pow!
Tehn
The Daily Dose x “Re-Africalized”
*Re-Africalizing in progress*
It’s not something thats just suddenly happened, its been going on for a while now, I’d like to say its been going on since I got back from Singapore like a year ago . . . but I think it begun just a touch before that.
You see, this is my 1st full year back in The Motherland . . . and coincidentally my 1st time realizing this fact . . . in any case yea . . . I’ve been back a whole year now and its amazing.
See when I first got back, off my 5 year stint in Australia, I hated it here. I felt like such an outsider, I was out of the loop in all senses . . . my high school friends were either very much working-men, very much settled down or just very much different.(side note: upon reflection it was probably me who’d changed, somewhat.)
So I was lonely.
On top of that I’d just come home from studying for ages in a foreign land with nothing to show for myself aside from my mixture. My beloved #SOTG1: HIGHER LEARNING . . . But that was it, your classic “Dollar And A Dream” scenario . . . only it was ALL dream no dollar . . . and worse still no plan.
Needless to say I was in a fix. I knew not what moves to make, I knew not how to fit in with this strange new ZImbabwe I’d found myself in . . . I was free-falling and FAST.
Fast forward to NOW.
Whereas before I felt my having been away so long had essentially turned me into a foreigner and a stranger in my own home, now I feel like leaving has finally made me appreciate what I’d been away from for so long.
I’m in love again and her name is Africa . . . more specifically her name is Zimbabwe. And its home, its my home.
I’m in love with her women. Her bustling streets. Her scent. Her air of hustle hard or go home . . . well my dear, I AM HOME.
And finally the hustle is on and strong, see its not all music with me . . . the same way that its not all rapping with me . . . as an artist at heart I’m a singer and as a man at my core I like to think I’m a businessman . . . but as my street-cred is at that STAY low status . . . lets call me a hustler.
Nay.
Lets call me, an H-Town Hustler . . . of the highest pedigree. Cos out here thats what its about, hustle hard and party harder and I’ve finally found my feet.
Its starting to show in my music too, I’m looking for more traditional tones and chords in the sounds I seek out . . . I’m experimenting with chucking in the odd Shona line here and there and I’m peppering the bars with hints of our own slang and its sounding and feeling like magic.
The best is yet to come and for that, I gotta thank Mama Africa . . . your son is home and eager to continue rediscovery your wealth of knowledge, beauty & almight hustle.
pow!
Tehn x follow me on twitter or “like” me on facebook
What place do you call home and why . . . lemme know in the comments below yea ?
The Daily Dose x “F#*K Like A Pornstar”
a moment of silence please. *sigh*. life.
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It’s 6:45am on Tuesday 10th May . . . no wait . . . NO . . . its ACTUALLY 8:17am but my stupid new hard-drive in my laptop seems to not be able to tell the correct time even though I’ve commanded it to do so numerous times since “The Great Hard-Drive Crash of 2011″ a few weeks ago . . . over Easter to be exact. Yea, what a stupid weekend, the very same weekend that brought “The Brooke Job” into my life . . . a not so elaborate but insanely stupid plot to pull a heist at a birthday party . . . as ummmm . . . revenge ? I guess.
But I digress . . .
Its now 8:20am and I’ve logged onto facebook to make sure my life hasn’t fallen apart, and whaddayaknow life is still very much intact (side note: never let me write “whaddayaknow” EVER AGAIN) . . . anyway shitty writing aside, within 10mins or so of facebooking i.e. deleting invites to events thousands of miles away in places I’ve never been and wondering why this daije has been poking me for like a month now.
In any case, whilst facebookalizing . . . Facebook presented me with the “People You May Know” bit . . . see its always there, I just never give it the time of day . . . cos hey “I DONT know THAT dude !!” right ?! Today, however, it turns out that I may know one . . . Audrey Bitoni. And she’s not a dude, she’s a SHE.
Now ladies gimme a sec, lemme have a private moment with the fellas please . . .
*totally guy talk manly chat voice* “Duuuuuuuuude . . . Audrey Bitoni as in, yes, the PORNSTAR !!!”
*re-adjusts tie and collar*
Okay I’m back, so yeah . . . she’s a pornstar . . . don’t ask me how I know this, just know that I know a guy who knows a guy who knows this chick who’s dog-walker knows a guy who may or may not know why I know who Audrey is.
Yes, I called her “Audrey” or “Audz” if you’re nasty . . . or if I’m nasty . . . or if ummm . . we’re nasty ?
But yea, I digress again . . . or maybe I just like writing “i digress” (note to self: quit being such a snob and get on with it.)
Long story short, its totally NOT her . . . just some chick with her name and her pic who can’t possibly be her. right ? Which got me thinking, ummm . . . why would you make ur profile on facebook a porn one . . . as in of ALL the identities to steal, why a pornomistress ?
Are there chicks out there who look up to pornstars ?
If so, where have you been hiding, cos your sistren have being crying foul over porn for a minute now and this whole facebooky thing has me in a tizzy.
So yea, somebody gimme the 411. So I have a question, and I only ask becuase thats where facebook has lead us . . . but ummm . . .
Whats the low-down on chicks and porn these days, is that kinda kosher now ?
Hit me up in the comments below.
pow!
Tehn
P.S. Its now 2:35pm and facebook is still pushing hard for me to follow Audrey, but I shan’t. Why ? Cos’ on twitter I made the mistake of following like 20 of them heauxfessionals for a month and they’re boring. Case closed, nuff said there. Bye.
FULL FULL DISCLOSURE: I TOTALLY wrote a song called “Pornography” its an awesome electro style track that ma
