Domestic Abuse in Beirut

There is a rumour circulating in the music industry about the formation of a local organisation for Guitar Domestic Abuse.

This new NGO provides counselling and advocacy for exploited instruments and organizes support group sessions where acoustic and electric guitars sit around in a circle twice a week and share their personal traumatising experiences.

Along those services, the NGO is involved in detecting and hunting down Rock Stars displaying signs of instrument violence over the internet and shutting down their Youtube Channels.

In line with this NGO’s mission, im exposing an indecent conduct by one of the local Rock stars who posted his act defiantly on the net.

Jay Wud posted a video of himself publicly on the 12^th of February entitled “Blues Jam in A minor with Jay Wud”. The video comes as a shocker and should not be viewed by the faint-hearted or left unpunished. (caution advised)

….And from the ashes of music Rock shall rise

It is no secret to anyone that getting into the music scene in this country is easier than opening a bottle of beer.
Some producers have made it a point to prove that with a fuck-ton of money, even a Broccoli looking broom stick holding a microphone could shoot to stardom. With names like Melissa, Naya, Dolly, Nana, Fifi and Klink worthy of a Disney class reunion, our mass medias have been saturated with low class form of art. From TVs, to radios, billboards and venues our senses are constantly being molested by school-girl-looking chalk-board-squeaking singers, making the task of escaping them more daunting than avoiding your ex Girlfriend who you keep bumping into. Facing their mushrooming presence, most of the music arena has been reduced to ashes.

Against this flood of filth, one band stands as mighty guardians at the Gates of Rock with a sound roaring louder than the anger of Zeus, rising the wall in the face of anyone attempting to enter the fortress without the proper talent.

Rock is Back

Just when the music scene was choking with clouds of incompetence and Klinkimania was taking over the net, the Gods of Rock decided to bestow their finest talents on me. From the same Tube that gloomed my days with songs like “wawa” “bissi bissi naw” and “ I was like baby baby baby oh, Like baby baby baby no, like baby baby baby oh”, comes a clip simple in its melodic intensity and neat in its production.