Moussa & Wassado - African Music
Born in Mali, now based in Sydney, Moussa is an iconic once-in-a-generation guitarist, singer and composer. Playing the “Wassoulou” style of music from the Bougouni area of Mali, fused with elements of Malian, Congolese, Highlife, Afro Beat, Cuban, Blues, and Jazz, his career has been storied and groundbreaking. Alongside his Malinese musical peers and bandmates Salif Kieta and Toumani Diabite, Moussa has been one of the artists instrumental in bringing African and ‘World’ music to the Western mainstream.
With an impressive list of sold-out headline shows under his belt and festival credits ranging from Womadelaide and Woodford Folk Festival to Darwin Festival, Bellingen Festival, Mullum Music Fest, and Illawarra Folk Festival, Moussa has recorded 3 albums while living in Australia.
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drum Kit, Keyboard, Percussion
Music Genre: Afro Groove, Afro Blues, Afro Funk, Cocktail Music, Jazz
Size: Duo to Quintet
Setlist: Moussa & Wassado
Buy Music: Spotify
Hire For: Weddings, Parties, Corporate Functions, Events
Equipment Supplied: No (Need access to power and PA)
Languages: English, French
Covered by the Artist Bookings 100% reschedule/replace/refund guarantee
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"I'll Be Kind" by Jay "Luv" Tonique
Lyrics by Jay "Luv" Tonique
Generated using Suno
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Hi all!
This is the first released track on an AI generated album I'm making called "Art of Visual Intelligence."
Each song, so far, has taken an average of 6 hours to create, using lyrics hand-written by yours truly, and fine-tuning the AI so every roughly 30 seconds properly follows my prompts and sounds just like I want.
While I'm sure anyone will go "Eww he's just making AI music by just typing in 'Make Song' and hitting 'Go'" I assure you there is a LOT of work that goes into fine tuning these tracks.
And it costs money, too!
I hope you enjoy this track, which is one of many, many, many tracks I've made over the last few days.
I'll be releasing the album as each image and lyric-video is completed.
Love you all!
~Jay
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"Did I get thinkin’ I was Myrna Loy?"
It was just a birthday party
Out to have some innocent fun
And when I wasn’t lookin’ it slipped up on me
And now the damage is done. Oh…
Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Did I get thinkin’ I was Myrna Loy
Did I get minglin’ with the hoi polloi
Boy did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Did I get clubbin’ with the guy with Jack
He wound up givin’ me a piggy back
He had me swingin’ on the chandelier
Boy did I get tighter than a mouse’s ear
Edie was a lady
A lady was right
I thought I was a lady
Until last night. But …
Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Did I get sailing with the ship ahoy
And going home I met a sweet convoy
Did I get stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
Oho, oho, oh ho ho ho
I really wasn’t thinkin’
When I started into drinkin’
And I wound up gettin’ stinkin’ at the Club Savoy
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becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭
No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks
I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.
You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.
That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"
The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.
"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.
You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.
"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.
You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.
"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.
It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.
"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"
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