Tuesday, June 20, 2017

What Does Music Mean Today?




Music is the melodious or harmonious combination of sounds. It is an element of our Culture. It is a powerful universal means of communication. "Etymologically speaking, the word derives from the Greek word Mousikos, relative to the Muses, the figures of Greek and Roman mythology. The word refers to “technique”, which is also derived from the greek word techne. Originally the term did not indicate a particular art, but all the arts of the Muses, so it was referred to something that was “perfect”.  Even though this etymology is useful it fails to tell us much about the true origins of music.

Traditional African/Cameroonian music and musical instruments. Photo Taken during a trip in the deep areas of the Center region Photo Didier De Masso
 The history of music is fascinating. Showing marked variations across cultures especially with musical instruments. However, music has served either a functional (serving as artistic works, as cultural symbols and religious rituals) or contemplative role. Music has always been a universal language.  In Africa cradle of civilisation and birth of music, vocal music has marked its people and gradually influenced the fabrication of musical instruments such as membranophones, which produce sound by a vibrating membrane e.g. drums; idiophones, which produce sound by vibrating themselves e.g. flutes; chordophones, which produce sound by vibrating strings e.g. lyres; and aerophones, which produce sound by vibrating columns of air e.g. pipes.  Drums are the oldest religious ritualistic musical instruments of the African society. Music in Africa like most practices is functional, purposive. Making it least entertaining. Music in Europe and North America is a recent practice tightly linked to the evolution of visual arts. 
Technology today is playing a great part in the making of music. Is the problem technology or the type of technology and the period in which it is used? Here DJs perfoming at music show in prelude to the Music Day June 21st 2017 at the Goethe Institute Kamerun Photo Didier De Masso
                                                         
36 years ago Jacque Lang, then Minister of Culture in France created the concept of World Music Day.  As the world celebrates Music day each 21st June, today marks for me a reflection on my experience of music which is at the same time technological and psychological/spiritual. My first true experience with music was with the vocal music of my dad, then his vinyl, then the cassettes and later the CDs and DVDs. Today my music is stored in the disk drive of my laptop or my smart phone. My relation to music has changed also during the years, getting enriched to encompass music from virtually all parts of the world. What has always fascinated me is the construction and depth of certain musical pieces over others. I have always been amazed by the marked variation between classical music for instance and vocal music. The impact of the former has been much more consistent on me than the later. I have also realised that music is having a different psychological impact. Music now seems to be louder, and faster and devoid of content, sense or direction. Almost artificial, the paradox is in itself troubling since the essence of music per se is not maintained but is now completely shattered. How can a soul live without music, an essential component of it? Music seems to be disconnected from its creators. It can be understood though; because the essence of music has been tainted by the digital age, globalisation and capitalism. The functional aspect of it fading systematically and giving way to its contemplative role. Well, I wonder how music will sound like in 50 years from now.  When technology would have totally permeated our minds and our spiritual essence completely dissolved in the noise. I think it is impossible for the intellectual construction of a musical-arts-piece to be separated from the techniques and technology used in creating it. Nowadays, essentially and truly very paradoxically, we are now assisting to a deep regression in the soul and spirit of Music.

   However, in spites of the fact that the creation of music is chaning its essence, my gratitude to musicians of the entire world, past present and future is total. With music I have travelled around the world several times and like never before. I have understood how humanity is so much linked albeit differences.I have seen the love and bond it creates. Music is truely good for the soul. Indeed tet’s thank all the musicians of the past and today, artists who make us Love life and Culture much more because of Music, Their Music. Don 't stop creating music!




Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Lydol SLAMS and I encountered it


 Never  had I known what slam was all about untill I listened to Grand Corps Malade,for the first time and that was long ago. And still then ,the gap between his expression and the creative processes leading to the verbal expression of  SLAM  was very big ans strange. Yet, my experience of the use of words in the form of poetry has always been present. My encounter with Lydol dolly dollyahstar during the science slam in 2015 at the Goethe Institute Kamerun  in Yaounde provided me with a new interaction, encounter with words and how they could be used to vehicle meaning and knowlegde and the relationship people could have with them.I should admit it was a fantastic experience where I learned a lot, albeit my lack of experience in slamming.

Science Slam 2015  Photo Courtsey Goethe Institute Kamerun
Untill then, SLAM was still  quite mysterious untill I participated in an international workshop on slam organised by Lydol from the 29th to the 30th of April  at FIAA in Yaounde. I had the joy  not only to listen and see her teach a few participants  her experience of slamming, transmit her passion for it  but also truelly getting exposed to her personal creative process in situ which constantly feed itself from  her womanlingness, context and  her experience. In fact, she performed at several occassions during training and during the restitution phase of the workshop titled : Style haut
 à stylo where the trained participants now had to perfom, slam.
An encounter with words and their uttering  photo Didier De Masso

Lydol slamming bare-feeted during the restitution part of the workshop  photo Didier De Masso

Seybe from Chad , one of the several international participants at the workshop Slamming Photo Didier De Masso






As it rained during the evening of the 30th of April, each slammer brought a unique touch to the workshop exposing the intimate nature that words have with us. In the crowd , I looked at each particpant performing with total bliss.I got attuned to and drifted by the stream of their consciousness. As they uttered slowly each word that seemed to be choosen to reveal a specific feeling or thought I got  IN LOVE WITH SLAM. Each text constructed or not by the slammers during their performance was in itself a unique opportunity for the slammers themselves and the public to get closer. For me it was an opportunity to undertand words.Just words and what they mean  permeated FIAA till I left happy and covered by the coldness of a unique Sunday marking the end of April : Joy, might, fear, thrill, desire, passion, courage, humanlingness, love , little doll, Lydol..

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Football in Cameroon Today

Football ! The word football  in Cameroon resonates high and is linked to its people. Football is a word which is emotionally-charged. In Cameroon, Football is very important. It is not just a game but a culture , a way of being-to-the-world ;a way of relating to the turmoils of life; a way of being brave and strong ; a way of being courageous! Football is deeply engraved into the habits and feelings of Cameroonians. When the Indomptable Lions are to play, like today (20/01/2015) it is perceptible. Places are different. Football in Cameroon has undergone several changes since its pentration  in Cameroon in the early1950's. Football and its elements that is the football , the T-shirt ,  the gathering and the beer, the players themselves are becoming powerful symbolic elements. They impact of the symboloc nature of Football in the minds of Cameroonians is such that when you look at the photo below to your left you'd perhaps feel queer when you see a T-shirt encaged telling you : "take me or leave me , win or loose we are together"

Football in Cameroon today , at the eve of Cameroonian's first Match  with  Mali for the African Cup 2015 held in Guinea Equatorial Photo Didier De Masso

  Urbain culture is getting transformed with the symbolic nature of Football elements such as the T-shirt of the unknown player. Since it has no name , it cannot be claimed, since it cannot be claimed  thus it belongs to everyone. If it belongs to everyone then we are together ! On est ensemble Les Lions Indomptables :)

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Weight of Words

 
Weight your words  Arts Didier De Masso      












Following my thoughts in my last post on light (http://didier-demasso.blogspot.com/2014/04/light-is-colour-little-steps-from.html)  I started to wonder on  the weigh that words have for us and those who listen to us uttering them. As we grow, we certainly come across a variety of word-experiences some of which are so much influential that all our lives become conditioned by them. It is interesting that these words remain within us for as long as we live. Like a  nucleus we would gravitate around them

It will be simple for you to try and imagine the amount of words that you have come across that have made you feel bad or good. Words you would never want to see or listen and words you d love to see and listen.  In my former thoughts , I sincerely though that the word "light " has just two meanings in the English language. it was not out of just mere ignorance at that time it was revealing of my deep inclination to the meaning of  light at that time. Light is light I said . But light is not always light as it all depends at the end on how we see, or experience the words we have come across.

The weigh that words have for us depends on how we were brought up and how we decided individually to move  with them. What is interesting is that words are alive..No word is really therefore light as such. Each word no matter how simple it is linked to who we are really.

There seems to be a word , or words we keep within us that weigh...That weigh !

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Light Is Colour : Little Steps from Imagination to Creation,

There is something curious happening. Naturally, I use light, to see , to give visual effects to the photos I take or the things I will light to beautify or uglify. I would not refute some theories which want to make a relationship between our personalities and a colour pattern. Moreover there are theories which postulate the physical properties of light only. Like light is energy. Love is enery too. The love for arts :D. A grin! Nature is one so  I just want to wonder on the deeper meaning of the word "light". Follow the white rabbit !

Okay , when you hear/listen to  the word "light.", if you are English speaking you get two meanings. It is certain the levels and nature of meaning will vary from one culture to another. However, there seems to be an intrinsic truth about the word light which goes beyond the concept itself and which is independent of language. I do not know why certain words have that strength.

Light is light !!! :) I know it sounds redundant but it is so . It is not darkness.  There is a spark that occurs in my brain when I see the wording light is light ! Yet when I wanted to do this art it just began with a spark. Descripting the creative process in itself is a journey which enables one to grow. I cannot under estimate the role of feelings in this arts. Huh so I am doing my auto-psychoanalysis ? :D Yeah !! Bits of me...

I will not use many words to say what I see what I saw that day. I will rather put them visually so you can see for yourself what I tried to see. You will agree with me that there is the signified and the signifier when we think of the word  "light" and that in our brains there is this "acoustic image" image that resonates when we utter the phrase light is colour. Pushing us literally to admit it is true without any effort ! Now see for yourself :)

Light is colour   Didier De Masso






You will agree with me that we see what we want  to see. Moreover , that the perception we have is learned and depends on our culture. Yes , culture and perception are important words to note.

Together lets dissect this arts. I will admit it is the first time I am doing this :).

As you can see there is colour.
There are straight lines and colourful concentric circles.
There are pattern of colours within the concentric circles
There is an intention in the creative process which led to a construction of the ideas of the art piece
There is also the phrase light is colour.
There is therefore a mix of words and  visuals.

During the creation of this arts I wanted to portray that light is in fact colour and that the photographer , the painter , in fact the visual artist place in the world of visual arts exist because of colour.  However, there is also a lingusitc experience in this art. It is not intentional it is inherent to light itself. When I say light is colour is it it not factual?

Now why did I choose yellow to be the dominant colour?
Why are there eight circular figures?
Why are they lines?
What is the overall pattern made my the art piece?
What knowlegde did I have of light to do this arts?
What knowlegde did I know have?
How real and/or true is this arts to reality?
Are the acoustic images more close to reality than the words that lead to them in the brain?
How much does the focal phrase " light is colour" influence on the interpretation of this arts?
Which makes more sense of the arts the colours of light or the phrase light is colour? Or both?
Does a symbolism of colour really make sense then?
Are these the right questions to ask?

The experience of words ( a word, light) seem to provide much more information than expected. The questions above are revealing. I find it interesting that from the  7th to the 13th of April 2014 are been held the "Rencontre  d'Arts Visuel de Yaounde Ravvy Festival organised by the Pallettes du Kamer in Partnership with Crane-Lab". I believe there will be a lot of  anthropology in this festival to the greatest delight of my artistic friends  Yvon Langue, Bindu Mehra and  Kay-Bell :)

Light does not choose to be it simple is. We use it or we just remain in darkness. Black is a colour though, so as white, so as purple.... So light is a mixture of colours. It is so obvious right ? :D. Then,  More light , and more colour !!!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Words Talk Why Utter Them? I Love You , More

A second attempt to understand, perhaps
For that I had to go home, home.
Gradually gaining insight into those things of the heart
These things too often have nothing to do with logic LOL
‘It is obvious,’ they thought
And I’d smile
‘She is so smart’ I thought, ‘She will understand, undoubtedly’
And I remember we used to LOL; the pitch of her voice resonating in my ear,
‘Do you listen to our laughter?’ I asked knowing I’ll get no answer.
I looked into her eyes for the first time, the universe’s call.
Her eyes, the gateway to pure bliss.
To her voice, I’ll be calm
Drunken by our togetherness, I praised God for Love
God Is Love and I’d found Love
I Love.
‘But what is this thing called Love,’ I said to myself
‘Don’t think Love, be Love, feel Love, act Love, enact Love’ I heard
‘It is so true…’ I replied back
‘Just a word you say?’ I asked
‘You ask too many questions’ I heard
My Heart beat, b e a t s…I am still alive, for Love is life, and living is loving something,
someone. Either one or the other, and at times the two and how could it be any other way I
wonder?
‘A Sigh’ I heard
‘You’re right sigh but listen’ I requested
‘A New story has to be told but in which words?’ I uttered
‘Even time will not be able to delete this one’ I thought

There are no silent thoughts’ I heard
I did not listen to this one; I had to tell my story
‘The thoughts always have a voice’ I heard again
It was becoming noise, so I closed my ears
Then they fleeted in myriads and in their several attires, words
‘I love the one she wore yesterday’ I thought
‘Which one?’
‘A lovely blue dress’ I said ‘If only you could see her, she was so lovely in it’
‘You know dresses and colours suits her well’ I said smiling
‘Which words? ’
‘They’re coming, be patient’ I said
I paused, closing my eyes in the delight of her presence
‘Her Presence?’ I heard
‘Yes, she is ubiquitous!’ I exclaimed with a grin on my face
I paused again, and Time went by, gazing at me with furry, Time my eternal foe.
‘The hands of Time are shattered, I shattered them! ‘I thought ‘why is it coming back?’
‘Could you wait for me, please?’ I said
‘Who should wait for you?’ I heard
‘She’d understand’ I said slowly ‘I told you she is smart, didn’t I?’
‘The past is strong but the Future is strongest’ I then whispered into her left ear
‘Give me your hands’ I requested
Her beautiful short-thick fingers, then became entangled into mine,
Her smile, sunshine!
Her warmth a balm
Silence reigned over the bliss of our instant and I could listen to her heart beat
I was home
She‘d love a hug and I‘d love to hug her
‘I miss you’ I thought in the silence of my mind 

She’d love more and I’d give it all to her, of course I’d what do you think?
Yet, we had our pace, like dancers we moved to our  own music , to our rhythm ,slowly, each
movement  getting better and better to perfect harmony.
‘We communicate!’ I’m not sure you can understand that I said slowly
‘So if I can’t understand why are you telling me these things?’ I heard
‘Listen, how can you listen if you are not silent?’ I said loudly
‘When I’m moving fast she’ll slow me down me and vice-versa’ I said
‘She knows how to hold and carry me’ I added
‘I understand her movements in space; I am always ready to hold her in all cases’ I still said
‘She is such a good dancer better than me in all cases’ I thought smiling
‘Yet together we dance so well’ I thought smiling
‘She is real!’ I exclaimed proudly
I’d closed my eyes and I’d counted the words in my mind, words-numbers. I call them.
They were in numbers but one stood out more than the rest, two rather!
Love and her name.
‘What is her name?’ I heard but I did not listen
My story was told: I Love Her.
‘She knew, she knows to me that is all and it is All! ‘I concluded, elated
‘Words Talk Why Utter Them?’ I heard
‘I love You, More.’ I slowly uttered these words as I feel asleep Home

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Words Talk Why Utter Them? LOVE

I wonder why I use words

To Talk Loud my fears

Or To say Loud my desires

Both Belong To Me

To caress the minds of mortals

Or to strip their clothes off

Beautiful agony

I Love, I used Too and Now?

"In the Silence of his mind he thought"

Yet I know Deep within me,

In the abyss of my soul

That the beauty of it all resides In One word

Love.

Perhaps I still Love.

I think so too.

That is why I am here

So why these words?

Arts Work By Timothy Goodman and Jessica Walsh  http://fortydaysofdating.com/

Ps I will be Right baCk