“HANDS UP DON’T SHOOT!”… TALIB KWELI ON THE FRONTLINE… LAURYN HILL EXPRESSES ‘BLACK RAGE’

“HANDS UP DON’T SHOOT!”… “I CAN’T BREATHE!” … THAT’S WHAT THE PEOPLE ARE CHANTING ON THE STREETS FROM FERGUSON TO NYC … TALIB KWELI IS ON THE FRONTLINE… LAURYN HILL EXPRESSES ‘BLACK RAGE’… MEANWHILE PHILOSOPHER, ACADEMIC, ACTIVIST & AUTHOR, DR.CORNEL WEST, REFLECTS ON PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA AND THE SITUATION ON FERGUSON AND DECLARES: “IT’S LIKE YOU’RE LOOKING FOR JOHN COLTRANE AND YOU GET KENNY G IN BROWN SKIN.”

Outrage In Missouri Town After Police Shooting Of 18-Yr-Old Man

Only the other day I was talking to friends about the protests in the States against police brutality and the militarisation of the police force and wondering why we’d heard so little from the hip hop community which, in 2014, wields hugely influential cultural and financial power.  Well, thanks to OK player I was introduced to Democracy Now! and as a result I’m a little more informed. Below are two stories they focused on.

First up is an interview done by http://www.democracynow.org. As the protests continued in Ferguson, Missouri, over the shooting of Michael Brown, they hook up with two well-known voices who have come to Ferguson to show their support – Talib Kweli and Rosa Clemente. As on half of Black Star alongside Mos Def, Talib Kweli helped define the underground, conscious hip-hop movement that re-emerged in the late 1990s and since then he has remained true his chosen path while using his global status to champion political causes, including police brutality and the prison-industrial complex. Talib traveled to Ferguson with Rosa Clemente, a longtime activist, journalist, scholar, and former director of the Hip-Hop Caucus. Alongside poet Jessica Care Moore they experienced first hand the potentially deadly response of the police to what was essentially a peaceful demonstration by men, women and children.

Secondly, in the wake of Michael Brown‘s tragic death at the hands of Ferguson, MO police Lauren Hill posted ‘Black Rage’ on Soundcloud – “An old sketch of Black Rage, done in my living room. Strange, the course of things. Peace for MO.”

It’s based on the Sound Of Music’s ‘My Favorite Things’ (also a John Coltrane‘s standard!)… it’s lyrically powerful, the beats are raw, the kids are in the background… it’s an anthem dedicated to the victims of police brutality the world over.

lauryn-hill-black-rage-mp3-lyrics

Mo’ News:  In New York City, thousands attended rally on Staten Island for justice in the case of Eric Garner, the African-American man who died in a police chokehold last month. Here’s a report:

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Late Summer readzzz Pt. 2 The Lacuna + We Need New Names,

lacuna_orange_winner_jpg_280x450_q85I first read a review of this book when it came out in paperback and as I scanned the array of players involved in the story – Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, David Alfaro Siqueiros, Leon Trotsky and Natalia Sedova – I immediately thought I must read this. However, upon discovering that half of the book was set in the political and artistic mayhem of Mexico in the late 1930’s while the other half was set in a sleepy American backwater I just couldn’t imagine how the author, Barbara Kingsolver, could successfully maintain such a transition.  I therefore put it on the back burner which was pretty stupid considering it notched up the Orange prize and a stack of glowing reviews.

Well, I finally got round to reading The Lacuna  – which translates as a gap, as something missing… like an extended silence in  a piece of music-  and I’m sure that this story will resonate with me for a long time to come. It starts with a young boy Harrison William Shepherd – Shepherd – on the Isla Pixol, off the east coast of Mexico. It’s a tropical island, far from anywhere and is home to his mother’s lover, a Mexican industrialist. He follows his mother on her journey from lover to lover in search of the life she believes she deserves and left  to his own devices Shepherd retreats into his own world which he religiously documents in his journal.

Frida Kahlo

Frida Karhlo

Frida & Diego Rivera

Frida & Diego Rivera

In Mexico City he encounters now legendary artist Frida Kahlo and Shepherd enters a different world of revolutionary politics, artistic quests, fierce rivalries,  intrigue and danger. As Diego Rivera’s assistant he is at the heart of struggle. Shepherd travels with the famed radical muralist to the USA where ironically Rivera is commissioned to do a mural in the Rockefeller Centre. He lives in the same household as Rivera and Kahlo who readily accepts their home being fortified in order to play host to exiled Bolshevik leader Leon Trotsky and his wife Natalia Sedova, who are being ruthlessly hunted by Stalin’s agents.

Natalia Sedova, Frida Kahlo, LeonTrotsky

Natalia Sedova, Frida Kahlo, LeonTrotsky

It’s an intense and compelling era in Mexican political and cultural history and Shepherd resides in its epicentre, right up to Trotsky’s  assassination. It’s that cataclysmic event that propels Shepherd, who gets a job escorting precious artworks, back across the border to the US. He retreats into small town America where he quietly pens a series of best selling Aztec novels. However, the dark shadow of McCarthy-ism and anti-communist paranoia reached into every corner of America and but despite Shepherd being an observer, as opposed to an activist, his past is destined to catch up to him.

The Lacuna unfolds slowly over 688 pages and Barbara Kingsolver’s deftly crafted tale draws the reader deep into this man’s story. There’s a lot of history in this book but the humanity is what shines through. Vivid and memorable.

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Lauren Bacall (1924-2014) and Humphrey Bogart lead a march to the Capitol in Washington, DC to protest against Senator McCarthy’s witch hunt of communists and alleged communists, 1947

NO VIOLET BULAWAYO’S BOOKER NOMINATED ‘WE NEED NEW NAMES’ is another phenomenal  book that divides itself between two continents. Initially we are dropped into ‘Paradise’, a fictional shanty town in Mugabe’s Zimbabwe where Darling and her friends are “rushing… running… running and laughing and laughing,  and laughing…” and then we are then transported Detroit Michigan in the States where Darling is sent to live with her Aunt Fostalina and her Ghanaian Uncle Kojo aka “Vasco da Gama”.

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‘We Need New names’ is a fierce but magical book and this Caine prize winning young author initiates the reader into the fearless world of a group of children who, armed their own scathing sense of humour and bold imaginations, create their own world within an adult world that is battered and disillusioned after the failure of Mugabe and Zanu PF to deliver “Change”. We encounter characters like Mother of Bones and Prophet Revelations Bitchington Mborro, join the hunt for guavas in “Budapest” learn the rules of games like “Country” and “Find Bin Laden”.

However, the feisty young Darling escapes the harsh realities of Zimbabwe and spends her teenage years in “DestroyedMichygen” where she grapples with teen life, celebrity and hip hop culture, with American excess and the ever present psychological stress that plagues the displaced. Her experiences are laugh out loud funny but it’s a life laced with tragedy, desperation and longing.

Like Alain Mabanckou’s excellent ‘Tomorrow I’ll Be Twenty’, which is set in the Congo-Brazaville and seen through the eyes of an ingenuous 10 year old kid ‘We Need New Names’ dishes up a raw, dogma-free, brutally comic, no holds barred vision that’s both energising and unique.

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Journey To The One with Nina Miranda & Adriano Adewale at The House Of St Barnabas

Journey To The One with Nina Miranda & Adriano Adewale took place at the House Of St Barnabas last week and they filled the Chapel with the multi-dimensional sounds of Brasil.

Nina Miranda  Pic: Richard Kaby

Nina Miranda Pic: Richard Kaby

The final session of the House Of St Barnabas’ summer jazz series was planned to promote a musical sensibility that spanned Brasil, Africa and London town. The first set on the night came from Nina Miranda and her Allstarbanda which featurd Ibibio Sound Machine percussionist Anselmo Netto and Ghanaian, former Osibisa guitarist, Alfred Kari Banaman alongside acoustic guitarist Mario Bakuna, bassist CH Straatmann and drummer Helder Pack.

The caheL

The Chapel

They’d been rehearsing hard and it showed. This was their second public outing and there was bunch of new compositions. It all kicked off with ‘Honey face’ which was dedicated to Anselmo who is clearly a big influence on this, Nina’s first solo project. The Allstarbanda was tight but relaxed and Nina fronted the whole session with a warm, airy confidence born of her experience of working both in the studio on array of projects and live with Da Lata. They dropped a loping reggae-fied version of Smoke City’s ‘Underwater Love’ where Nina deftly switched from Brazilian Portuguese and English – a definite asset that I can see her featuring in this rapidly evolving venture. After getting the audience to stand and shake their arms etc to relax she quickly realised it’s what people had wanted to do all along and basically, it all kicked off. Jorge Ben’s ‘Cavaleiro Do Cavalo Imaculado’ was a funky rhythmic delight and one could definitely say that the vibe in the Chapel was at times euphoric.

Pandeiro Clash! Adriano Adewale & Anselmo Neto Pic: Richard Kaby

Pandeiro Clash! Adriano Adewale & Anselmo Netto

Nina & her Allstarbanda were a hard act to follow but Adriano Adewale rose to challenge mesmerising us all with his skills on pandeiro and the sonic range of the global percussion at his finger tips. A little momentum was lost as mesmerising Senegalese kora player Kadialy Kouyate suffered from some annoying monitor problems but the quartet which also included flautist/saxophonist Marcelo Andrade and Bahian bassist Matteus Nova sprung back with a deep, impressionistic, rhythm driven journey that had my good friend DJ Debra fully immersed and clearly engaged in every moment. Equally fascinating was the duet between Marcelo on fiddle and Adriano on pandeiro, an exchange which had its roots in trip the to Scottish highlands where the fiddle is seen very differently from the classical world. It was a long night and as it drew to a close all agreed it was fitting end (for now!) in our Journey To the One.

For more on the charity / House Of St Barnabas check http://hosb.org.uk/

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EMORY DOUGLAS: Free Palestine

Emory artwork

Great to see that Emory Douglas is still hard at work in his neighbourhood. Here’s a nice shot of the legendary revolutionary artist, who gave us the Black Panther Party’s most evocative artwork, standing next to his contribution to a new mural about the Palestinian freedom struggle that was recently unveiled in Oakland, California.

Photo by Henry Norr.

https://ancienttofuture.com/2011/09/01/the-revolutionary-art-of-emory-douglas/

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CARNIVAL WEEKEND: JAZZ RE-FEST 2014

CARNIVAL WEEKEND: JAZZ RE-FEST II kicks off at The Flyover in Ladbroke Grove.

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After the success of the 1st JAZZ RE:FEST last year, the Jazz re:freshed crew have answered the call to do it all again this year and the dynamic duo of Justin ‘TopRock’ McKenzie & Adam ‘Rock’ Moses predict another unmissable night!

Fresh from winning the status of an Arts Council National Portfolio Organisation Jazz Re-Freshed plan to build a on decade of hosting the cutting edge of nu-skool live jazz. They have championed both upcoming and well-established homegrown bands as well as  showcasing influential international acts.  As a National Portfolio Organisation they take on responsibilities for developing touring, educational and digital work as part of their funding agreements.

The bar has been lifted and this year, JAZZ RE:FEST is set to be bigger, brighter & bolder with an ambitious and, as ever, innovative line up. Check the vids below!

Above: Moses Boyd’s Exodus – Parallax

Exploring the music of the diaspora and ancient philosophies Moses Boyd aims to bring all these influences in the exodus. Ranging from Coltrane to Cameo, the musical repertoire is vast and open. The band features longtime collaborators Theon Cross on tuba, Artie Zaits on guitar and Binker Golding on saxophones.



Above: United Vibrations- London Bridge ft. Conrad The Scoundral

United Vibrations are a band on a mission. They are a band in demand, a band on the rise and one of the UK’s hottest young talents. The spirit of punk and free jazz is alive and kickin’ in Deptford.

WHEN & WHERE Jazz re:fest takes place on Saturday 23rd August 2014 at The Flyover, Portobello Green (3 – 5 Thorpe Close, W10 5XL).

Doors Open 7:00pm – live music starts 8:00pm SHARP, with a 3am finish.


THE LINE- UP:
Grant Windsor’s Broken Big Band ft. OMAR & Special guests, including Vula / Diggs Duke (Brownswood) / Andrew Ashong / United Vibrations / Heidi Vogel (Cinematic Orchestra) /Moses Boyd’s Exodus + Dj’s – Daz I Kue (Bugz in the Attic) / Sarah Love

jazz-refest-2014-mix1THE MUSIC / LISTEN HERE: http://www.mixcloud.com/jazzrefreshed/jazz-refest-2014-mix/

TICKETS: http://www.tickettailor.com/checkout/view-event/id/16217/chk/db5e

JAZZ RE:FRESHED: http://jazzrefreshed.wordpress.com/

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A few Late Summer Readzzz…. Part 1.

Straight after the SunRa100 at the House of St Barnabas I managed to vacate London for a much needed break and as I’m not quite psyched into owning an e-reader I predictably dragged along a case of stuffed with post birthday books.

Book 1First book to bite the dust was George Pelacanos’ ‘Drama City’ which I consumed in a few sessions. The DC based author comes with a new central character Lorenzo Brown who is fresh from an 8 years stretch in prison and is back in the neighbourhood but working as a Humane Security Officer policing animal abusers and protecting the abused. In ‘Drama City’ Pelecanos deftly shapes a cast of characters that are battling their own demons and as with all his books he paints a vivid picture of the DC neighbourhoods that he’s more than familiar with. There’s fine line between light and dark and Lorenzo’s determination to stay clear of DC’s street corner runnings is tested to the max. George Pelecanos’ was a producer and script writer for The Wire and while a couple of of his recent thrillers were a touch disappointing, I can vouch this is a return to form – vintage stuff. Even my 17 year old son, who has consumed just about every film and TV series on gangsta life in the US, proclaimed, “It’s not bad.”

Book 2On a very different tip, two books about contemporary London – John Lanchester’s ‘Capital’ and Bernadine Evaristo’s ‘Mr Loverman’. Firstly, Capital, this chunky tome homes in on south London street, somewhere around the Oval, which is subject to gentrification. Over a year or so, Lanchester gradually links together the lives of a dopy egregious banker and his wife, a Polish builder, a Zimbabwean parking attendant, a Hoxton based conceptual artist, and the Pakistani family in the corner shop – amongst others. Basically, it’s cleverly plotted but despite Lanchester’s attempts to create to create some form of tension via an Islamist connection and the mysterious anonymous messages/videos that drop through people’s doors demanding ‘We want what’s yours’. Basically, it’s a bit of a soap and the characters pretty vacuous and stereotypical. There’s no grit, no grime, no tension and no magic and that’s not the capital city I live in. It may be a best-seller but essentially it’s one to pass on.

Book 3‘Mr Loverman’ is also based in the capital and was indeed a pleasant surprise. The title comes from a Shabba Ranks classic and it’s a story based in the manor, my manor, Stoke Newington, where I’ve lived on and off since the mid Seventies. The hero of this tale is Barrington Jedidiah Walker, an astute, sartorially snappy dresser of St Lucian origin. Now retired after many years working in the Ford car plant, he enjoys a glass of rum and the company of his best mate from boyhood, Barrington. He’s raised two daughters and his wife, Carmel, has retreated into the church, weary and suspicious of his wandering ways. This is Bernadine Evaristo’s sixth novel and she warmly introduces us into Barrington’s world – one which at times reminds me of my late, long time, next door neighbour. While giving the world a taste how London’s West Indian community has survived and thrived she quietly she tackles some deep rooted myths and prejudices which provide an ambitious and surprising twist to down right life affirming story.

More to come in Part 2….

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SunRa100 @ House Of St Barnabas

SunRa100 @ House Of St Barnabas was a challenging and thrilling session that dug into the archives of flautist Rowland Sutherland to revive a set of charts that were written for event which took place back in 1999 and featured amongst other Detroit’s Carl Craig and the Innerzone Orchestra drummer Francisco Mora.

All photography by Siobhan Bradshaw

Bass Is The Place: Neil Charles

Bass Is The Place: Neil Charles

SUN-RA-FRONT OK… so, back in 1999 broadcaster and producer Lyn Champion organised a tribute to the late Sun Ra at the Scala in Kings Cross. Rowland Sutherland did the scores and the band – the London Art Collective – included Orphy Robinson, Pat Thomas, an excellent  horn player whose name currently evades me, Detroit techno don Carl Craig and former Arkestra and Innerzone Orchestra drummer Francisco Mora. The Light Surgeons did the visuals and Swifty did the poster. It was a bold venture and wild session but, for Lyn, it was a financial disaster. A hard lesson was learned. As she says, “I should have had my own person on the door. Not the Scala’s.” She left the building that night financially devastated, threw the film footage and the recording a box and they’ve pretty much remained there ever since.

Rowland , Maurizio, Neil

Rowland , Maurizio, Neil

However, while working with Rowland on the ‘Enlightenment- A Love Supreme’ project I asked whether to the charts he’d done for that gig still existed. Apparently some did and some didn’t. Pat Thomas’ charts which were left on the piano after sound check vanished before the gig – luckily Pat has a photographic memory. As I was also programming Journey To The One – a summer jazz series at The House Of St Barnabas – we decided to revive the charts that existed and air several of them at Meltdown prior to the Enlightenment set. They sounded good… very good. A follow up performance in the Chapel at the HOSB was a must and the London Art Collective was reborn.

Rachel Musson

Rachel Musson

At the House Of St Barnabas, the London Art Collective, consisted Rowland, Orphy, Pat, Neil Charles, Rachel Musson and Maurizio Ravalico. Some basic charts that Orphy and Pat had were added to the mix along with Joe Henderson’s ‘Earth’. The result was two 45 minute sets that combined structure and improvisation and allowed us shine new light on a set of Sun Ra classics like ‘Strange Celestial Roads’, ‘Friendly Galaxy’ and ‘Ancient Aiethopia’. The drummer-less ensemble was propelled along by bassist Neil Charles who’d flown back from the dark side of Moscow after playing a “festival” with Theo Parrish. He was ably supplemented by percussionist Maurizio Ravalico who’s surdo drum added power to the rhythms and who’s congas gave the ensemble an early Black Arthur Blythe feel. In the midst of the ensemble was the heavyweight Black Top duo of Orphy Robinson on xylosynth and electronix whizz Pat Thomas who has spent decades osmosing the music of Ra and his Arkestra.

London Art Collective: Sound check

London Art Collective: Sound check

The only non Sun Ra composition in the mix was an extended groove based rendition of Joe Henderson’s ‘Earth’ and fine it was too. The rapport between Rowland – love that bass flute – and fellow flautist Rachel Musson developed as the night progressed but it was Rachel’s forays on tenor sax that blew the audience away.

Only a couple of weeks before the SunRa100 in The Chapel I’d been thrilled by Marshall Allen and the Arkestra at Cafe Oto but I can honestly testify that the arrangements and playing of the London Art Collective provided a perfect companion set. It was true to Sun Ra’s rigorous approach. It was innovative, energising and made this listener want to compare what I’d heard in The Chapel to Ra’s original versions. I wanted to hear more.

Watch out for more live sessions from the London Art Collective with SunRa100.

SunRa100 - Neil Charles & Pat Thomas

SunRa100 – Neil Charles & Pat Thomas

FLYER 2_1 FLYER 3_1 The follow up to SunRa100 takes place this Wednesday 13th August at The House Of St Barnabas. It’s on a Brasil- London – Senegal – Ghana tip and features Nina Miranda’s Supabanda + the Adrian Adewale Group.Don’t sleep on this.

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WOLE SOYINKA’S WARNING TO ALL SPIRITUAL LEADERS

NOBEL LAUREATE WOLE SOYINKA’S ISSUES A WARNING TO ALL SPIRITUAL LEADERS IN LIGHT OF BOKO HARAM’S ONGOING WAVE OF BOMBINGS, ASSASSINATIONS AND KIDNAPPINGS.

Wole Soyinka by Glen Gratty

Wole Soyinka by Glen Gratty

The Nobel prize-winning author is poised to receive  the International Humanist Award at the secular body’s annual conference. He narrowly escaped a death sentence in Nigeria in 1994 when he was charged with treason by late Nigerian dictator General Sani Abacha who was responsible for the execution of fellow author and human rights activist Ken Saro Wiwa and 8 of his colleagues.The Abacha regime was also responsible for the final raids on The Shrine in 1996 and was behind the brutal ten year sentence imposed on Fela Anikulapo Kuti for possession of marijuana.  When tipped off that he was about to be arrested, Wole Soyinka fled the country.

In his video address to the World Humanist Congress, at which he will be presented with its main award, Soyinka will argue that even moderate religious leaders may be “vicariously liable” for sectarian hatred if they have failed to argue against it.

“The conflict between humanists and religionists has always been one between the torch of enlightenment and the chains of enslavement,” says Soyinka.Those chains are not merely visible, but cruelly palpable. All too often they lead directly to the gallows, beheadings, to death under a hail of stones. In parts of the world today, the scroll of faith is indistinguishable from the roll call of death.”

The World Humanist Congress, held every three years, is a unique event bringing together humanists from over forty countries under the auspices of the International Humanist and Ethical Union.
http://whc2014.org.uk/

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Finding Fela – The Movie

A couple of nights ago I had the privilege of taking in an advanced screening of Alex Gibney’s ‘Finding Fela’ documentary and I came away thinking, “Yeah, yeah….Fela Anikulapo Kuti… people need to see this film.”

Fela & Sandra

Fela & Sandra

The film

The film

Over the years I’ve osmosed the various stages of Fela’s music, witnessed the various attempts by various major companies to cross him over into the mainstream, read the biographies that document the brutal response of Nigeria’s military to his outspoken lyrics, been saddened by his death from AIDS and watched with a degree of amazement at how the life of this complex musician has continued to blaze brightly in the 21st century, providing a beacon for others to follow in his footsteps should they be so brave!

While I’ve heard some folks deride the “Dead Fela Industry” I’m more than happy that the ghost, the spirit of Fela persists in residing amongst us. There is more music from the man out there and available than ever before and we now also have access to dozens of recordings by other African artists that were undoubtedly influenced by his afrobeat fusion. It’s clear that the Broadway musical ‘Fela!’ has led to an engagement with a brand new audience which includes America’s hip hop royalty. ‘Finding Fela’ the documentary is an offshoot of the musical – which I saw in London and thought was visually innovative, politically and musically powerful and well worth the visit. Alex Gibney’s film gives insight through archive footage and interviews just how the musical was crafted to convey the essence of the man, the music and his struggle.

Firstly, I’ve got to give props to Fela’s ex- manager Rikki Stein who has worked tirelessly to make a lot of this happen. His focus on the States and his commitment and belief in the musical, which began life off Broadway, has given a new life to Fela Anikulaop Kuti’s legacy. Secondly, I now have massive respect for Bill T Jones, who features large in the film and was responsible for both the musical’s choreography and, judging by the filmed discussions in rehearsals, the onstage creation of Fela as shape shifting, multi-dimensional character.

Fela - Bill T

Though the evolution of the musical is woven into the documentary the real story is told through interview clips with Fela himself, archival footage from the Shrine and other concerts, news footage from the Sixties and Seventies in Nigeria and interviews with his children – Femi, Seun and Yeni – along with others who worked and played with him like Sandra (her story of landing in Nigeria only to discover he already had two wives is classic!), Lemi Ghaiokwu, Tony Allen and Dele Sosimi – who more than adequately describes Fela the bandleader. Micheal Veal who played in Fela’s band and wrote an in-depth biography is consitently on point with the music while and Carlos Moore who wrote ‘This Nitch Of A Life’  which seems have provided the template for the musical also features.

FUNMILAYO RANSOME-KUTI: THE LIONESS OF LISABI, NIGERIA`S FOREMOST SUFFRAGIST, WOMEN`S RIGHT ACTIVIST AND THE MOTHER OF FELA

FUNMILAYO RANSOME-KUTI: THE LIONESS OF LISABI

The film is a journey of discovery, and it attempts to peel back the layers to get to the essence of the man. Fela’s no saint. He is a one-off. He was scarred from the brutal beatings and the imprisonment and haunted by the murder of his mother by government troops. You had to wonder what those around him thought as he unleashed the next tirade against the powers that be. Hearing Femi talk the raid on the Kalakuta Republic and reflect, “What is this man going to bring down upon us next?” was revealing. The story in the film that recall’s Fela’s involvement with the Ghanaian dark magician Professor Hindu adds a legendary London episode to the canon of stories and also reveals that Hindu was instrumental in Fela’s eventual demise.

I’d love to pack a cinema with a posse of music making kids of African and Afro Caribbean origin along with their mates and play them this film on a big screen with fuck-off sound and see what their response would be. Basically, when it came to keepin’ it real and tellin’ it like it is, Fela was the business. He lived among the people who he aimed his words and music at. When it came to his funeral no-one was sure how many people – if any – would turn up to pay their respects. But turn up they did… go and see the film.

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SONNY ROLLINS: IN HIS OWN WORDS – The NY Satire Backfires!

SONNY ROLLINS: IN HIS OWN WORDS was a satirical piece in the New Yorker – see below – that didn’t sit well with the saxophonist/composer, who is 84 in September, looks great, sounds amazing and regards his musical legacy as incomplete. He’s currently busy working on a lot of new compositions for 2015.

Sonny Rollins by Stephanie Berger

Sonny Rollins by Stephanie Berger

Here’s the spoof – which some people thought was written by Sonny himself. It’s followed by a youtube interview about the piece with Sonny Rollins by Bret Primack.

Daily Shouts – July 31, 2014
SONNY ROLLINS: IN HIS OWN WORDS By Django Gold

Editor’s note: This article, which is part of our Shouts & Murmurs humor blog, is a work of satire.

I started playing the saxophone when I was thirteen years old. There were some other kids on my block who had taken it up, and I thought that it might be fun. I later learned that these guys’ parents had forced them into it.

The saxophone sounds horrible. Like a scared pig. I never learned the names of most of the other instruments, but they all sound awful, too. Drums are O.K., because sometimes they’ll drown out the other stuff, but it’s all pretty bad.

Jazz might be the stupidest thing anyone ever came up with. The band starts a song, but then everything falls apart and the musicians just play whatever they want for as long they can stand it. People take turns noodling around, and once they run out of ideas and have to stop, the audience claps. I’m getting angry just thinking about it.

Sometimes we would run through the same song over and over again to see if anybody noticed. If someone did, I don’t care.

There was this one time, in 1953 or 1954, when a few guys and I had just finished our last set at Club Carousel, and we were about to pack it in when in walked Bud Powell and Charlie Parker. We must have jammed together for five more hours, right through sunrise. That was the worst day of my life.

We always dressed real sharp: pin-stripe suits, porkpie hats, silk ties. As if to conceal the fact that we were spending all our time playing jazz in some basement.

I remember Dexter Gordon was doing a gig at the 3 Deuces, and at one point he leaned into the microphone and said, “I could sell this suit and this saxophone and get far away from here.” The crowd laughed.

I really don’t know why I keep doing this. Inertia, I guess. Once you get stuck in a rut, it’s difficult to pull yourself out, even if you hate every minute of it. Maybe I’m just a coward.

If I could do it all over again, I’d probably be an accountant or a process server. They make good money.

Once I played the Montreux Jazz Festival, in Switzerland, with Miles Davis. I walked in on him smoking cigarettes and staring at his horn for what must have been fifteen minutes, like it was a poisonous snake and he wasn’t sure if it was dead. Finally Miles stood up, turned to his band, and said, “All right, let’s get through this, and then we’ll go to the airport.” He looked like he was about to cry.

I released fifty-odd albums, wrote hundreds of songs, and played on God knows how many session dates. Some of my recordings are in the Library of Congress. That’s idiotic. They ought to burn that building to the ground. I hate music. I wasted my life.

Django Gold is a senior writer for The Onion.

AND NOW… SONNY ROLLINS: IN HIS OWN WORDS!

Sonny Rollins on practicing: “I am always happy to be practicing. Period, … I enjoy just playing my horn and going into the type of meditation that playing involves. It puts me mentally in a place that is always transcendent and above real life. I love playing just for myself. It’s a great experience.”

Sonny Rollins on performing: “Playing in public engenders new paths in your brain that you won’t get playing alone. In other words, I can learn something playing in public in five seconds. If I was learning it in private, it might take me three months to get.”

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