By Nimusiima
Thursday evenings have taken a leap in the right direction because, well, The Sound Cup is always awash with music savvy revelers who pitch at the spacious café not only to literally hang their coats, treat their palates with cappuccino and wash away the day’s hustle down their throats, they come to feast on the music course served therein. It has been a norm and Maurice Kirya, the proprietor of The Sound Cup, has done quite a brisk job in marketing the arts and music in this small city of ours. So, Thursday evening, as is the norm, The Sound Cup choked with a horde of people who came to feast on the fountain of well-orchestrated music churned out by The Kampala Music School.
Armed with their musical instruments, Kampala Music School serenaded the revelers who slouched and stood across the aisle of the café, gawking at the musical spectacle before them. After the school struck an awesome note, hands would be clapped and, clearly, people seemed to enjoy the seemingly tedious musical performance that is renowned with music schools. Most people have a penchant and are used to certain kind of music genres where ratchet girls shake their little bosoms in garments short of fabric, against deafening beats and rascal-like artistes speaking in raspy patois; it is quite an ear-sore, if you ask me. But Kampala Music School served a somewhat different style of music that would take a keen ear (and an eye) to nod your head in appreciation. However, for those that were up-to-speed with it, they had a remarkable wonderful evening unlike the proverbial rabbits in headlights who gawked away as though they saw animals in the zoo. It was a wonderful musical evening.