Modern Day Illuminati?

As of late, I swear I’ve been delving too deep into the hidden virtual streets of the internet and YouTube.
I’ve managed to uncover a whole bunch of crazy looney conspiracies revolving modern-day Pop & Music culture.
It is an uncommon knowledge that almost every track or piece of musical composition is set in 440Hz. This frequency, contrary to many, is known as the industry standard for fine tuning musical compositions.

Does it make today’s music more ego-centric & so called ‘unconscious’?
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With the likes of Tupac Shakur & Notoroious B.I.G having such wild attention going out of hand during the rise of Old School Hip Hop in the 90s, many artists and rappers have followed in the wake of such artists in America & continue to churn out ‘Pop Hits’ or ‘Trap Hits’ for the BillBoard Charts and consumers of the industry.

Is mankind doomed to musical imperfection? What about those artists who claim to be ‘conscious’?
What is the true meaning behind the endless music videos of drug consumption and gang violence? Is this what’s really going on in the world behind closed doors?

I have to admit, I too, have been fallacy victim to today’s musical fiascos. Not only do I find myself actually enjoying the music, at time’s I catch myself spitting some bars freestyle over a ‘Logic Type Beat’ and taking videos of myself getting lit.
As catchy and cultural today’s music evolution is, it certainly is taking the world by storm and there seem’s to be no stopping it.
You know what they say, “If you can’t beat them, join them.”

Advertising is a huge cornerstone of what drives the industry today, you’d see subliminal messages everywhere from interview pictures, music videos, award shows and even on websites.  Especially prominent in music videos, today’s music artists tend to incorporate both unobvious and obvious marketing tactics to advertise their ‘style & demeanour’ or the things that they are advocating through their craft. Don’t get mistaken, this doesn’t mean that your favorite artist or rapper doesn’t love the music or aren’t passionate about it anymore, but they’ve clearly fallen for the big bucks that these corporations and industry giants seem to have on never-ending access. We’re talking not just millions, but billions of dollars being pumped daily into popular culture today.

Some of these artists’ are completely unaware of what they’re in for and they may have just regretted their past’ decisions. It’s crazy what a bunch of money and fame being offered to you instantly can make you do. Many famous stars who have been prominently dominating the industry who have seemed to called it quits, proves everyone otherwise only to return much later in the years..this is the power of the industry today.

To be continued..
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Written by Yoji Amashiro

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The Reflection

This is an excerpt by one of our talented writers, Fariq Yusoff, 30, who works at an advertising firm and loves to dabble in the arts of music! Super talented and possesses a philosophical mind, please enjoy!

The Reflection

Nothing too far beyond the boundaries of existence,

A story lies in the depths of its magnificence,

Through the phantom, time and coincidences,

A tale of realities, colliding in an infinite precedence.

The Actor; Adaptable, dramatic & inventive.

The Rebel; Stubborn, dominant & selective.

The Child; Joyous, carefree & attentive.

The One; Subdued, aware & receptive.

On a warm blinding morning…

Beaming rays with a distinct cyan calm yet uncomfortable,

Baking necks while fresh warm winds danced around his stroll,

Blanketed by invisible steam that pressured his every step, palpable,

As secretion of sweat etched his limbs, straying his thoughts and control.

“Why such luck?” He uttered under his heaving heavy breath,

Down and battered he contemplated his untimely demise,

Then, a familiar figure, the Rebel, slowed his path stealing his penance of death,

A mask donned concealing his aches and freeing his lies.

The sun stood high and blazing rays of light pinching my skin….

He halted with a sharp piercing stare and muttered reasons.

“I beg your pardon?” The Rebel forcefully request.

As the heat altered the Actor, the Rebel faltered, to interrogate his own.

A solution unacceptable, perverse in the perseverance for an answer,

A potent conquest!

“Intolerable!” Answered the Rebel as the Actor cringed in his bones.

This congregation continued for hours and days,

Through sunlight and sunbeams in haze,

In darkened skies and stars ablaze,

Finding an old friend in each deep, haunting gaze.

Heated my mind, losing my sight, wearing me thin…

The Spirit of past and future reveals as the Phantom passes,

Speeding through their doubts, beliefs and emotions,

Slowly, surely, the Actor dissipates and anguish envelope the Rebel in Darkness,

He involuntarily slips into an abyss of confusion and frustration.

“Do not abscond from my heart!” Shrieks the Rebel as the latter left in moments,

Helplessly swimming in pounds of water dripping. Endless.

As the Actor blurred through the nebulous, crimson Sun. “Entombment!”

He sank to his knees, the Rebel scorned. Alone and powerless.

Scorched the surface and my lustrous landscape turns grim…

Egos in this Ethos of the present life’s rich tapestry,

The wisest lucubrate its history with an orison.

As the Rebel stand upright from the grounds of fallacy,

The Child appeared like first light from the horizon.

Playful gestures and wild imagination brings hope to the Rebel,

Bridging decades of despair and blissful blithe of his soul, insouciant.

All shall pass, as the past shall fall into place, compelling but subtle.

The Child shows the Rebel elation and exuberance.

The darkness and death, breathes life and hope in…

From ruination to patching it whole,

The Child plays, learning and collecting snippets of life’s quiddity,

Unknowingly, the Child seeks while the Rebel hides in a hole,

In true fact of the play, the Rebel, lost and disappeared in humility,

The Child, alone, frames from moment to moment.

Living in a picture book full of colours and blush,

Puerile in its nature and no fear yet to be spoken,

No future. No Past. Never too slow, never a rush.

The Phantom, a magician of sorts, in Life or Death it sings….

Suddenly, a candle was lit deep within, sparking mystery.

A lost connection, that transcends through Phantom and Space.

It grew with every gesture and play, like a seed in a nursery.

From questions, comes understanding, though frozen by fear in place.

The child confounded and cried in doubts and trepidation.

Piecing the puzzle of this mystery while taxing his juvenile thoughts.

Complexity in its essence, the Child faltered in a last shriek of condemnation,

Shrouded in confusion, he felt elevated in comfortable hands, he thought, was God.

Fuzzy vision while light unveils the dawn of morning…

“Awaken”, a gentle whisper, warm in both his ears.

As the blindfold comes off the light pierced his sight.

Soft supple hands gently caress his rosy cheeks damped with tears.

“Do not despair. Do not fight the light!”

A figure appear, calm and safe, as the Child stood free.

Looking up with absolution that his saviour has arrived.

Nothing else was said. They understand what needs to be.

Sliding his hand, the child grasps his, in a hopeful and blissful vibe.

Clear presence, back and forth so effortlessly, in a summer’s dream…

I awoke with a sudden breath of life, emerging from the depths of sleep,

Halt my thought from straying yet free to roam in its vastness of possibility,

Holding on to the wisdom of past, and the knowledge of the future I will keep.

Forever awaken in oneness from the Heart through Yesterday till Eternity.

My sight has set to the stars while the mind listens to my beating Heart.

It paves the road for my Soul. My eyes opened wide against the Sun.

Smiling in bliss without doubt and regret no matter how hard. Or when my Soul departs.

I am every moment. I am the Actor, the Rebel, the Child and the One.

Written and composed by Fariq Yusoff