The Curse of the Unplanned Hit Song
It is 19h00 in a dimly lit garage in Windhoek West which has been turned into a recording studio. The room smells of stale chips and Russians from Tom Thumb and energy drinks. Then there is the unmistakable smell of over-confidence and excitement. Ekanda, a well-known Namibian artist, strolls into the session accompanied by three […] The post The Curse of the Unplanned Hit Song appeared first on The Namibian .
It is 19h00 in a dimly lit garage in Windhoek West which has been turned into a recording studio.
The room smells of stale chips and Russians from Tom Thumb and energy drinks. Then there is the unmistakable smell of over-confidence and excitement.
Ekanda, a well-known Namibian artist, strolls into the session accompanied by three loyal entourage members whose primary job description is shouting “iyoo!” whenever Ekanda breathes.
Ekanda hands the studio owner N$800 for studio time and utters those famous words: “Bra, give us a beat. You know my style.”
This usually means “I have nothing, so make me something from scratch”.
