New Music Monday: Infamus’ Cry from the Ghetto
It’s been too long since a New Music post. And if today could start a trend, then Infamus’ Cry From the Ghetto is a powerful launch pad. Since first listen, I’ve been steady loving the boom lick shots of his current smash and I’ve been on a mission to discover every snippet about, from and relevant to this artist born Kervin Benjamin.
“This is a cry from the ghetto…”
Powerful lyrics. No room for rhetoric. I felt it deep. It’s still ringing in my sound-system.
I have to reiterate my Facebook commentary here again, the feeling is still raw, still the same:
“I LOVED this outpouring. Just had to go on a quick mission to discover… MASSIVE encouragement to the artist, the director, the collective, so well represented, who make up the blood, sweat and tears of a Federation (a REGION). We are so on the verge of our own ____________. Have to believe/KNOW that we can fill in the blank, write the story, sing the song, speak UP and out, take FULL OWNERSHIP! I have every intention of doing my part. See no reason why TRUTH can’t chart. Platform must be raised and this right here is BLAZING inspiration for years… Hmmm Real ting… real movements… “Liamigua Love” indeed! HEADS HIGH!”
Infamus started singing at the tender age of 10, but it was only in recent years he saw his dream of becoming a professional artiste a reality.
In mid-2009 Infamus decided to pursue a professional career, and with the release of his singles and music videos, including ‘Coke & Hennessy’, ‘Used to Be’, ’21 Gun Salute (We Miss You) and his most recent music video ‘Feel Like Crying’, he had already solidified himself as one of the premiere artistes in the Federation [of St. Kitts & Nevis].
I’m a Kittitian, born and fashioned–proud nuh wah. I’ve set my eyes far and wide, traveled far and wide but the prize is always home. I’ve read through some blazing diatribes, some fed-up, bleeding love for country and the youth that are lost and found in the streets. I’ve been encouraged, inspired, fired up by so many revolutionaries walking the streets, wanting relief, using many a platform to speak their peace. Furthermore, I’ve been warned and forewarned about the state of my home country. I don’t need to list a catalogue. I can’t afford to cast blame.
I have no illusions as I watch: this is my country, these are people, my blood, I recognize every last one.
The reverberation: Who feels it knows it!
“This is a cry from the ghetto…”
And why not! The Ghetto is not some ill-informed place. The Ghetto bears the brunt, is the seed that is sown, the next generation in a word.
To be sure, this is not a Kittitian story and I shouldn’t use that last word, because growing up when you telling story you were perpetrating a lie, so I will restate that this is not just some Kittitian reality. You can’t measure murder in numbers to any real effect until you start calibrating solutions. The cry from the ghetto, is every island, every flag. It is regional. It is Haiti raped and ravaged again and again. It is Chicago under fire. It is Soweto. It is London. It is where you are. It is who feels it knows it!
Infamus feels it: “People would express they are inspired by my music, when in fact I am inspired by the people and their ‘true life’ journey. It is all about life and times, and I am thankful to the people for inspiring me to do what I do. I am thankful to God for blessing me to do what I can do,”
The life and times of this artist is still unfolding, still being told, but if ‘this is a cry from the ghetto,’ then let’s promote it for the good, the better, the best; and while we’re promoting, let us own it and support our artists on the rise. Blessed love each and every time
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