Order! Order! With Kokoroko.
Commitment is fun.
The notion of committing to a thing or a person is undoubtedly exciting in one sense as it allows for the illusion that you have any kind of control over a senseless and chaotic universe. There may be no god taking score and dealing out cosmic justice, but you’re facing at least thirty good years ahead of barely tolerable brunches and being sexually underwhelmed. And that kind of inner peace is invaluable.
But the horrible curse of commitment is that the thirty years of inner peace only creates real inner peace during the five or so hours you spend fantasising about it right after you’ve signed the contract or refused to abort or purchased the NutriBullet. The element of excitement is still there, but now excitement lies in tearing up the contract, annihilating that foetus and exchanging the NutriBullet for a plastic sword full of Skittles and the biggest dildo you can find.
But the repercussions are lasting. And as you get older, hurting yourself and those around you becomes something less easy to recover from. Your ex-fiancé was your friend and no matter how any enemas you have, those skittles are going to be inside you until long after you’re dead.
It’s better, once you’re a little older, to simply avoid the whole notion of commitment. Accept life as a series of things without any inherent connection and without any ultimate sense. There is no god, there is no eternity, there is only a bunch of random s**t flying around and you wandering in circles in your underpants.
And if there’s anything that better illustrates that concept than the cacophony of jazz, we certainly don’t want to hear it.
London jazz group KOKOROKO will be making their Proms debut live at the Royal Albert Hall. The 8-piece group, led by Sheila Maurice-Grey, have previously appeared at Glastonbury, 6 Music Festival, and jazz festivals around the globe. Drawing from Afrobeat, highlife and jazz influences, they celebrate West African music greats, and pay tribute to the unique music culture they grew up in. Percussionist Onome Edgeworth says “We love this music and want other people to love it the way we do”.
Nina Simone maybe once said something along the lines of “jazz is not just music, it’s a way of life”. And boy, was she right.
A miscontextualised possible Nina Simone quote.
Is that enough of a false sense of vague cosmic order for you to stop impulsively hurting those around you and accept that the dildo you have is big enough?