Brand New Wayo: Funk, Fast Times and Nigerian Boogie Badness 1979-1983' covers a short chunk of time in Nigeria's musical culture - one that might have lasted longer had the label spearheading the movement at the time, Phonodisk, not been so financially mismanaged.
Badness you can get easily, in quantity; the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it.
I don't keep a record of the parts I've played, and I don't compare characters, but maybe I should? I could construct a graphic that grades badness and madness levels? Interesting idea.
It is possible that the contemplation of cruelty will not make us humane but cruel; that the reiteration of the badness of our spiritual condition will make us consent to it.
Jamaican Woman: Mr. Bad News. 'Bout time you show up.
Joe Black: Don't be feisty, sister.
Jamaican Woman: I'm not feisty, mister. You come for me? That's good news.
Joe Black: No, I come to see the doctor.
Jamaican Woman: Doctor?
Joe Black: Mm-hmm.
Jamaican Woman: What could be wrong with you?
Joe Black: Nothin'.
Jamaican Woman: Ohh. You come to see doctor lady?
Joe Black: Yeah, man.
Jamaican Woman: My doctor lady?
Joe Black: Mine too, you know.
Jamaican Woman: You're in love?
Joe Black: [nods]
Jamaican Woman: You're loved back?
Joe Black: [nods]
Jamaican Woman: She know your real self?
Joe Black: She know how she feel.
Jamaican Woman: Backside! What the hell kind of business this is?
Joe Black: Don't need you
okayin'.
Jamaican Woman: Schoolboy things in your head. Badness for you. Badness for her. Badness for me, lyin' here, tumor big as a breadfruit, poisonin' me inside, and waitin'.
Joe Black: Bring you flowers, and all I's gettin' is aggravation.
Jamaican Woman: The only flowers I want to see... is the ones over my peaceful self
resting in the dirt.
Joe Black: Can't do no right by people. Come to take you, you want to stay. Leave you stay, you want to go. Rahtid.