Showing posts with label Guyanese Artistes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guyanese Artistes. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2009

"We'll meet again" On at the National Cultural Centre

This theatrical production aimed at addressing the stigma and discrimination faced by persons living with HIV/AIDS will be making it's appearance at the Cultural Center. The issue of stigma and discrimination are very important issues facing the social fabric of our society.

However, the promo's that have been airing on television are so ridiculously horrid that it's beyond any criticisms I can conjure up, especially directed towards the performers.

The 'show' costs as much as $1000, with tickets for the matinee performance being $200. I can either get into Coney island and ride free with the thousand or buy the movie 'Philadelphia' (which is a great movie to see and even somewhat similar to the 'show' being held) with the 200 and watch it. Either way my money would be better spent than going to the NCC to see this load of crap.

Perfect example of good conception, horrendous execution. The intention of the producers are welcomed and warranted. We really should not stigmatise or discriminate against HIV infected persons as it just makes it harder to fight this pandemic. BUT...come on guys, if you're going to do something, do it fricking properly for Christ-sakes, and imagine they're actually charging people to see it, gosh, the movie 'Jackass' had better acting talent I'm sure.

Sorry "We'll meet again" but we shall NEVER meet.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Malo

Ok, Malo’s a good singer I’ll admit.  However, this post’s not about his vocal talent.  It’s to ask a question – What the fuck is that on his lip?  OMFG, I’ve heard of shit-locks (which he already has) but shit-lip?  People please, get this boy some help.  The least we as a country could do is offer some advice to him about getting that weird thing removed.  I swear, if I see that thing one more time I’m going to graze his face on a patch of rocky road.


Monday, February 16, 2009

Guyanese Singers Who Just Cannot Sing...

Ow daddy...in celebration of Shelly G winning the Carib Soca Monarch title (note the sarcasm), the debate about whether she deserves it or not will go on for a while, but that debate misses the much larger issue: Shelly G can't sing!

Sometimes for some people, vocal talent is not the most important thing when it comes to singing. With the right amount of promotion, backers and self-deprecation even the most lacklustre of performers are able to replace good ole-fashioned talent and ability. Just look at Rihanna or Kanye West, two individuals who can barely sing a note but make up for it with the right amount of all the other stuff.

In light of this, here are a few of the most horribly bad singers. Some of them have been around longer than most and you just wish they'd go away and visit Michael Jackson at Never Neverland and Never Never-return.

Temika Marshall: The problem with Temika is that she just can't sing, she suffers from an identity crisis it seems because she just can't seem to figure out who she really is, some days she appears to be mimicking Lady Saw whilst on other days ... well, I just can't expalin it. Blame H&J and the people at Cellink for forcing this nuisance onto the Guyanese people.

Vanilla: She is a prime example of children with names give by their parents that they cannot live up to. Vanilla?? C'mon ppl, does she look vanilla? I doubt she even tastes it. She forces herself on you like a toothache and no amount of dancing can hide the fact that she can't sing ... just keep on dancing Vanilla maybe one day you'll be able to join the girls down at Red Dragon.

Shelly G: Ow Lawd...what do I say about this one? Didn't she just have a kid (for Mr Dynamix?? Who the fuck would have a kid for that frigger? No, not because he's your promoter that means you have to let him make you his child carrier), I just wish she'd take a permanent maternity leave. Her voice is one of the most annoying squeaks I have ever had the displeasure of hearing.

Girlie Persaud: Ahhhhhhhhhh this one. It wasn't a winning combination when this one teamed up with Adrian Dutchin for that Carib beer ad. Squeaky, streaky, indulgent are the words that comes to mind when listening to her. Personally I'd rather have my balls bitten off by a pit bull than listen to this woman sing.

Charmaine Blackman: The Queen, Empress, Premier horrible singer of our time, she's not so great in the fashion department either, but that's another story. This woman just does not realize horrible she sounds, and what's worse is that she actually thinks she sounds good. I have to wonder, does she not have ears? If I could have I would force her to listen to a cd of her own music but I think someone might accuse me of Human Rights Violations. But seriously, if there was a hall of fame for bad singers, trust me she would be the first inductee.