Pre Dawn scribblings on a trip to Aotearoa… this is Part 1… Nuff more to come!

It’s 3.15 am. I’ve been off the digital radar for the past ten days.  Swifty and I were working on a couple of British Council funded projects in Aukland, New Zealand aka Aotearoa. Arrived back in London town  yesterday. Got an Addison & Lee cab from Heathrow to Stokie dropping Swift in Ealing on the way. It cost £91.00. A  rather deranged and sobering welcome back to pre-Olympic / Golden Jubilee Bighty n’est pas!

Anyway, I’m wide awake and my head is buzzing with the after-shocks of the Aotearoa trip. I’m sat at the computer sporting my Day Of  The Dead  Cut Collective designed LatinAotearoa sweatshirt and I can’t quite believe that the LatinAotearoa trio of  Bobby Brazuka, Isaac Aeoli and Jennifer Zea – who I met at Conch Records –  are booked to play the Ridley Road Market Bar in Dalston in June! Aukland – Dalston. Wordldwide 2012.  LatinAotearo in E8…  choice!

Jennifer Zea at Conch Records checking the Doze Green artwork!

Hey Bobby!

Woke up at 3am dreaming about fracking…. Hydraulic Fracturing… yes, frackingfracking hell! Just saw Josh Fox’s  film ‘Gasland’. It was in the Art House section of films available on the flight to Aukland. They’ve got an issue with fracking in New Zealand which is not surprising as the two islands are volcanic and the city  of Christchurch was recently flattened by an earthquake. In fact, we’ve also had an issue with fracking here in the UK. They suspect fracking caused an earthquake in Blackpool…. let’s pray it didn’t damage the Tower or shook some bolts loose on those mental “fairground” rides. Also isn’t Blackpoool a stones throw away from Sellafied, that nuclear reprocessing facility on the edge of the Lake District?

Yes, fracking. In fact, prior to flying to Aotearoa I recall seeing a short news interview with hard-hat-wearing Yankee muthah-earth fuckah, somewhere in the north of England, telling the nation that it’s all good… safe as houses…. of course he didn’t say that but that’s what he mean’t.

I woke up this morning, mind racing, thinking the people need to know the truth. They need to see Josh Fox’s film. They need to know the impact it can have on the land, the rivers, the wild life and the people. They need to see the incredible scale of this thing in the USA (it’s massive!) and know that Dick Cheney – what a scumbag – sidestepped the crucial Clean Water Act (don’t we all need clean water?) giving free reign to a rapacious, profit driven energy industry who operate under the guise of nationalism and the promise of energy that leaves the nation less open to terrorism.

Jet lag is a strange one. I feel like I’ve been jet lagged for about a week now and right now… 4.30am… I’m in a kind of nether world between dark and light and I’m convinced that the dark forces out there need to be confronted by the light.

I’m thinking,  let’s face it, ‘Gasland’ might make it onto Storyville on BBC4 but the powers that be in broadcasting will never hype up  ‘Gasland’ with lots of juicy trailers and show it at peak time straight after The Voice… and then as I flicked though the UK news, which I’ve  hardly seen for nigh on two weeks, I discover that that Cameron and his Lib Dem Energy secretary have backtracked on fracking! It appears that the experts have determined that the UK’s reserves were smaller than first thought and could be uneconomical to extract.

Too much controversy for too little return! The last thing Cameron and his cronies needed is an rebellion in the shires. Besides, the PM loves nothing more than a gallop through this green and pleasant land on a retired police horse, loaned surreptitiously from the MET, with his mates (think:  Rebekah & Charlie Brooks… an arrogant duo, both of whom seem to be looking at jail time!).

We need to give thanks for those vigilant Green activists who were onto fracking like a dog on a bone and while the “Shale Gas Bubble” may have burst vigilance is still the order of the day.  Hydraulic Fracturing may have slipped from the government’s energy strategy but will this stop these companies from pursuing the practice of fracking in order to access what natural gas exists? Or is it business as usual?

For example, only a month ago, an MD at Centrica declared that UK shale production was not “going to be a game changer”. However, he still maintained it was important and “we should develop it”.  A further statement from Shell yesterday accepted that development will be a bit slower in Europe because of problems of both “geology and community impact” but despite UK shale gas being unproven geologically they are still “taking a look to see what the potential might be.”

Large areas of the UK are threatened with extreme energy extraction. Particular hot spots include Lancashire, Scotland, South Wales, Somerset and the South East. More info check: http://frack-off.org.uk/fracking-hell/frontline/

Vigilance is clearly the order of the day. When I think of ‘Gasland’ I think of man he could set fire to water coming out of his tap and Woody Guthrie singing ‘This Land Is Your Land’…. when I think of England I currently think of David Hockney. Think about the thousands of people who flocked to the Royal Academy to see Hockney’s paintings and the impact of that show. It’s impossible to quantify the sheer enjoyment people had in savouring both the artists’ unique take on nature and the splendour of the Yorkshire Dales where he grew up

People from the countryside love and care about where they live. People from the cities flee to the countryside to recoup their energy and, while they little intention of doing so, constantly fantasize about living in the country. Neither want it fracked up… so, we still need to send a message to the energy barons at Centrica and Shell.

The message should be loud and clear:  ‘FRACK OFF!’ and invest your money in radical renewable alternatives!

Enuff … it’s 7am others are about to rise… time for some breakfast…. Trip to Aotearoa Part 2first stop Singapore… the palm of Buddha… soon come…

Flash It! The Pics in the distinctive funky curved corner frames are by Swifty instagram!

Swift, Paul Brad & the Singapore crew!

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Shocking! Listen to Arnie Gunderson’s Fukushima Update

Chatting with a friend last night she raised the issue of nuclear power in Japan and what a relief it must be that they’ve finally shut down the nuclear power plants in Japan. While that’s all good, an ongoing disaster continues to unfold as a result of TEPCO and the Japanese Government still not being in control of the devastated Fukushima Daiishi plant

For a pretty shocking update on the Japan situation check this broadcast from April 24th where Denny Smith of Indianapolis’ WIBC radio hosts Arnie Gundersen of Fairewinds. The interview begins with an in-depth analysis complete with straight-talk discussions of the nuclear power generating process. Also, Denny and Arnie discuss the catastrophic radiation releases at Japan’s Fukushima Daiichi nuclear facility including the results of random samples taken by Arnie while in Tokyo for a recent book launch.

This interview is a must listen.

http://www.fairewinds.org/content/arnie-gundersen-and-indianapolis-wibc-denny-smith-discuss-radiation-releases-fukushima-daiic

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MARLEY… The short life of a Natural Mystic…

Midday – last Friday. Got a phone call. “Meet me at 2pm… Screen On The Green…  Bob Marley… the film… my shout!” How could I refuse? I’d seen the trailer and was vibed up. I’m a fan and despite knowing the man’s history and music inside out I was ready to kick back and see what Kevin Macdonald had come up with.

Over two and half hours we followed Bob’s journey from Nine Mile in the parish of Saint Ann to Dr. Issels clinic in a Bavaria. It’s a roller coaster ride which had my companion wiping the tears from his eyes at the end. Bob was only 36 when he was taken from us, ravaged by cancer, but his legacy is large enough to ensure that the film featured prominently in the BBC 10 o’clock news on the day of its release.

'Captain' Norval Marley

The early part of  ‘Marley’  sees Macdonald boldly  home in on Bob’s mixed race background and the pressures and prejudice that he suffered as a result. His father, “Captain” Norval Marley,  was a charlatan who basically took advantage of  a sixteen year old country girl and then abandoned both her and her child. The shadow of slavery and the legacy of the licentious, colonial overseer was something that Bob Marley had to carry with him for the short life.

The reality was harsh and the film maker’s research reveals that Bob’s father had not vanished from Jamaica but had his own family. In fact,  the teenage Bob discovered this while living in Trenchtown and approached the family for support. After incident of outright rejection he reached for his King James Bible to write a song. It was called ‘Cornerstone’ and predicted  “the stone that that the builder refuse will always be the head-corner stone”. How right he was.

Above: The Wailers – Bunny Livingston, Bob Marley, Peter Tosh

The Wailers acquired musical notoriety during the post independence era of the rude boy. Despite recording a bunch of hits for Clement ‘Coxsone’ Dodd they grew up rough behind zinc fences, in yards on unpaved streets with no lighting and a stand pipe. I can just visual the trio conquering their fears by singing and harmonising for the “duppy” in the cemetery under Joe Higgs’ watchful eye. They often went hungry and the only person in the film to convey that was the impish  Bunny Wailer.

Bunny Wailer

Bunny’s contribution to the early part of the film is crucial. Him and Bob go back to Nine Mile and like both of his now departed brethren he maintains a no-nonsense, feisty, militant spirit. Ironically,  the only surviving Wailer, seems to have been written off by a bunch culturally ignorant film critics as an eccentric clown. In reality,  nothing could be further from the truth.  I met and interviewed Bunny for the NME at the dawn of the  Eighties, around the time of  ‘Rock & Groove’ and ‘Sings The Wailers’, and believe me, he is one very serious person with a stare that can cut you in two.

Macdonald admirably gets to grips with the impact of the early Rastafari on Bob’s world view. Check the film footage of HIM Haile Selassie’s arrival in Jamaica. Look at the Rastafari in that footage and what you see are DREAD-locks… not pretty locks… proud but penniless sufferers who found their roots in Biblical prophesy and the words and actions of Leonard ‘Gong’ Howell and Marcus Mosiah Garvey. They were outcasts,  hounded and beaten on the instruction of  Prime Minister Bustamante.  As Bunny Wailer says, they were the “Blackheart” men who lived in the gullys of the city and as the film shows, it was through a Rastaman, the legendary Mortimo ‘Kumi’ Pla.no, that Bob received the framework for the vision he would take to the world.

Mortimo 'Kuni' Planno

A combination of  vision, self belief and action ensured Bob Marley and the Wailers became juke box and dance hall stars in Jamaica. They cut their teeth at Studio One but it was the alliance with Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry which produced some truly mind-blowing music and also gave them the confidence to set up their own Tuff Gong imprint. From there it was a short step to meeting  Island records boss Chris Blackwell.  He had a vision for these soul rebels that manifested itself on the seminal ‘Catch A Fire’ album. Even though Blackwell was heavily involved in this film,  I found it gratifying that his crucial role in taking the Bob Marley and the Wailers onto the world stage his  role was not overplayed.

The flip top sleeve and Chris Blackwell’s post production signified The Wailers moving onto a whole new level.

The Wailers: Old Grey Whistle Test

Thinking back to that interview I did with Bunny Wailer, it took place in the yard at the back of Neville Garrick’s house/artists studio in Hope Road, and it’s Neville who is one of the most compelling and insightful interviewees in this documentary. He appears throughout the film and there is an intimacy to all his contributions that not only illustrates his love and respect for his brother in arms but allows the viewers to venture below the surface. Neville’s description of daily life at Hope Road and the attempted assassination is a case in fact.

Bob & the late Claudie Massop - JLP

Hope Road was open house and Bob was familiar with all the enforcers from both sides of the political divide. They are all onstage at the Smile Jamaica concert when Bob pulls Michael Manley and a very uncomfortable looking Edward Seaga  onto the stage and makes them join hands. It’s an incredible moment and Bob, who had escaped death only hours before, is like a shaman, a man possessed… totally out there, in the same way he was when playing live at at the Zimbabwe Independence ceremony in 1980 when when the freedom fighters who’d invaded the stadium were tear gassed.

‘Marley’ illuminates the mission. All over the world, wherever people were suffering, his music found receptive ears. However, in the USA his audiences were predominantly white and having been schooled on R&B and the harmonies of soul artists like the Impressions this was deeply frustrating. Bob had his fans – Stevie Wonder for one – and as part of the US leg of the Uprising tour in September 1980,  Bob Marley and the Wailers rolled into New York City for two consecutive sold out nights at Madison Square Garden as part of a bill featuring  rapper, Kurtis Blow, Lionel Richie and the Commodores. With no costumes, no choreography and no over-the-top set design they took to the stage and blew the place apart. This was an audience schooled on slick moves and Soul Train but Marley’s intense, electric stage  presence had them on their feet. For the  headliners, the Commodores, they were an impossible act to follow.

Only days after those triumphant Madison Square Garden concerts Bob collapsed while jogging in Central Park. He later received a grim diagnosis: a cancerous growth on an old soccer injury on his big toe had metastasized and spread throughout his body.  Bob decided to fight it to the end and there is moving, never before seen images in the film of Bob – minus his dreadlocks – at Dr Issel’s holistic clinic in Bavaria. Neville Garrick describes the ice on the lake so thick that you could drive a car across it. Less than eight months after he collapsed, on May 11 1981, Bob Marley passed away in Miami

Bob & his mother in Bavaria.

One thing that keeps coming back to me are the interviews in the film with two of his eleven kids. Ziggy was grateful for the time he got with Bob but Cedella looked intensely unhappy. Her father’s life was full on and as they didn’t live together she saw him all too infrequently. Maybe, as a result of him not having a father of his own he found it difficult to fulfill that role but either way, she and her brothers and sisters were robbed of a father that they had to share with people from all over the world.

‘Marley’ is a film that needs to be seen. Thirty years have slipped by since he died and he would have maintained that you have to know your history to know where you’re going. His contribution was profound and relevant in this troubled word of ours and as such Kevin Macdonald’s film is a potential source of inspiration source to generation who weren’t even born when Bob Marley & The Wailers reigned!

Nine Miles: The Resting Place!

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JOY IN PEOPLE – ARE YOU DOWN WITH THAT?

Bring back the art of Banners!

To tell the truth, when we arrived at the Hayward Gallery to check the double header of David Shrigley and Jeremy Deller I knew very little about either. Basically, I knew Shrigley was one whimsical dude while Deller had studied art history at The Courtauld, notched up a Turner Prize, and had a brass band rock a bunch of acid house anthems. That said, our little posse was open and quite excited about both shows. I was especially enthusiastic about Deller’s reproduction of Valerie’s cafe from Bury Market – a place I’d frequented as a kid.

One enters the Joy In People show through a replica of bedroom that Deller had thrown open to the public in his family house, when his parents were away. As participants in this show it was our first stop and a little unnerving. It struck a deeply resonant chord in relation to a project I’m currently engaged with and the cultural framework gave us a foretaste of the artist’s pre-occupations with diverse manifestations of English culture. Turn a corner and a projection entitled Jerusalem featured ecstasy inspired rave-dancing in Deptford alongside Morris men strutting their stuff.

In 1988, Jeremy Deller was 22. He is a product of the feisty, e-fuelled and trance inducing rave culture that swept across the nation. It permeates his world view and as an observer, thinker and facilitator – as opposed to painter or sculptor – he readily gives voice to others alongside his own. A piece on the Manic Street Preachers tunes into their fans and their obsession and Deller gives them free reign. He collects memorabilia and maps out his search of the legendary Bez in Manchester. He overturns musical preconceptions on Steel Harmony by having a steel pan band play the music the Buzzcocks and Joy Division, and his combination of The Fairey brass band and Acid House has definitely proved inspired.

While sitting in Valerie’s cafe, sipping of a hot tea with 2 sugars (Bury market style) we scrutinised the wall emblazoned with his classic flow chart. It links Acid House to electro to Psychic TV to the SummerOf Love to Clapham Common to Ibiza to superclubs to advanced capitalism to privatisation to the miners strike to Brass Bands! It’s a mind-map that underpins a large part of the show.

Having grown up in the hinterlands of Manchester I am hard wired into an age of Trade Union banners and Wakes Week walks and I found Jeremy Deller’s curatorial take on the culture quite moving. However, I was totally unprepared for the impact of his Battle Of Orgreave piece. My memories of the Miner’s strike remain vivid. One of my best mates was a former Yorkshire miner and the impact on his family was deeply divisive.

Having passed through a room of miner’s memorabilia including badges (and their relevance), posters showing the actual extent of the closures and the reality of Thatcher’s lies to the nation, we progressed to Mike Figgis’ film documenting the re-enactment of the the actual Battle of Orgreave.  Staged like any other historical re-enactment the cast of 800 featured battle hardened nerds from around the country along with 280 former miners who 18 years earlier had gone toe to toe with a militarised police force.

The Battle Of Orgreave- The re-enactment!

Memories of Peterloo & Orgreave - The Re-enactment!

The real Battle Of Orgreave - - 18 June 1984 Photography: Don McPhee

The actual “battle” was an emotional and enlightening event that inevitably brought back a lot of dark memories for the miner’s involved but was also clearly cathartic for people who saw their communities destroyed, never to recover.

For me, the film brought back memories of a head on, bitter, physical clash between the miners and the Met on the Grunwick picket line in north London where I ended up getting a roughed up by the police and then was suspected of being an agent provocateur. I never did thank the photographer who proved it wasn’t me who shoved Arthur Scargill into the arms of the Special Patrol Group!

Another brew was needed at Valerie’s before taking on Deller’s trip around the USA with a wrecked car that had been employed as a car bomb in Iraq, a former Marine and an Iraqi refugee.  In each city and town they recorded responses and conversations with curious passers-by.  Deep stuff.

Reeling from the USA, we happily picked up our glasses, took a seat in the dark and awaited the arrival of an alternative 3D world that was occupied by bats.  At that point, we were on overload and contemplated making a move. We tried an encounter with David Shrigley’s artwork but couldn’t handle it. We needed to come again! However, as we were poised to leave we noticed that one of our fellow travelers was mesmerised by an installation that we’d overlooked.

Exotic Adrian Street visits his old man and says - Fuck life down the pit!

Film plays a serious role in Deller’s repertoire. It serves to document a myriad of projects rooted in grass-roots culture – Deller calls it “social surrrealism”, and this final piece was a classic.  It documented the life of “Exotic” Adrian Street – an extremely camp and flamboyant champion wrestler who would have graced our Saturday afternoon TV screens in the 60s. Interviewed in his home in Florida and spliced with archival photos and film, we are confronted with an extraordinary life which starts in the coal fields South Wales. This was time well spent and the perfect end to an incredibly engaging afternoon.

It’s on until Sunday 13th May!

PB/ 17.04.2012

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SOUNDZ OF NIGERIA – Enter the world of the Groovemontzer

Reeeeespek…  got to give it to the Groovemontzer… the man just keeps on diggin’ and the deeper sounds of Nigeria keep on coming… sign up to  the man’s blogspot and Youtube page…

For a little taste check Ali Chukwuma’s  ‘Eje-Anabu-Isi’… 15 minutes of heaven on a Monday morning!

http://groovemonzter.blogspot.co.uk/

http://www.youtube.com/user/groovemonzter

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LAST CALL! FEEL FLOWS @ the Bayeux

Mos Def meets Pharoahe Monch

N'Dambi + Angie Stone + Leela James

If you’re a Camden Town Jazz Cafe regular or a late night  Soho wanderer you might well have come across a camera totin’ Siobhan Bradshaw.  After studying fine art at St. Martins she traded in painting and drawing for an SLR and an F3  film camera and true to her Soho roots, in 2010,  she held a successful central London show in Cuts – yes, the hairdressers, it’s a Soho institution! That show attracted the attention of veteran music photographer David Redfern and two years on she  has collected together a host of music inspired images for a brand new show called Feel Flows at Bayeux.

Siobhan’s photography and film making embraces the spirit of those classic 50s and 60’s jazz album sleeves and the intensity of film noir. As a photographer she equally at home in the moment and at one with musicians and singers in full flight as she is with desolate, late night cityscapes – places and spaces devoid of people but fused with an undefinable energy.


Above: Joyce Sims

Feel Flow shows the artist’s commitment to that art of photography. While she has moved with the times and taken on board digital technology she clearly loves the power of a well crafted print. Drawing on the dozens of live sessions, the final mix of shots in Feel Flows includes an elegant and pensive portrait of reggae legend Alton Ellis,  the mighty Pharoah Sanders, funk and soul legends Maceo Parker, Bobby Womack and Reuben Wilson. Rap artists Mos Def and Pharoahe Monch share the same frame as do N’Dambi, Angie Stone, and Leela James  but it’s the solo shots of  powerful women like Meshell Ndgeocello, N’Dambi, Angie Stone, Leela James, Jean Grae, Adriana Evans and Joyce Sims that provide the core of this show.

Alton Ellis - Rock Steady Don!

Unfortunately, I’ve come onto Feel Flows a bit late in the day and it finishes on 20th April. So, don’t sleep on this.  If you’re in London’s West End  head on down to Bayeux in Newman Street which is off Oxford St.

Feel Flows @ Bayeux, 78 Newman St, W1 3EP. Tel: 0207 436 1066

PS: If you can’t make it check The Jazz Cafe’s Facebook page which is overflowing with Soibhan’s images. Also her web page is http://www.siobhanbradshaw.co.uk/

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ZEITOUN – Top Read!

It’s doesn’t seem that long ago that I read the glowing reviews of David Egger’s book, Zeitoun – a unique take on  the catastrophe that overtook the Crescent City following Hurricane Katrina. It was a book I needed to read! Well, three years have slipped by since then and despite the  excellent HBO produced Treme, which revived memories of a city battered by the forces of nature and betrayed by President Bush,  Zeitoun slipped into the recesses of my memory.

However, a week a go, I spotted a copy of the  book in a shop window after recognising it’s distinctive cover. I forked out the dosh and started reading the same night. I was hooked from the off.  This is a true story of Muslim family in New Orleans, a family that was well known in the community through their hard working painting and decorating set up  whose company logo was a paint roller resting at the end of a rainbow.

Zeitoun - The Man!

Zeitoun, after whom the book is named, hails from a sea faring family in Syria. His wife, Kathy, is an American convert to Islam and between them they have four kids. Their story is told by  David Eggers, a progressive force in the firmament of contemporary US writers, and he crafts a deeply touching picture of what befalls Zeitoun and Kathy as Katrina approaches and then devastates the city.

While Kathy takes the kids and leaves,  Zeitoun stays to look after their properties. In the canoe that he’s seen paddling on the cover of the book  he takes to the flooded streets of the city helping where he can, whether fellow city dwellers  or abandoned animals, and gradually believes it was God’ s will that he made that choice to stay.

Inevitably, the tension between Zeitoun – who is at sea in a disaster zone patrolled by a jumpy National Guard, US Army veterans of the Iraq war and a racist local police force – and his family – who are living the life of refugees – intensifies. And when it all spins out of control, the reader is drawn into an America that is deeply flawed.

David Eggers gave all the author’s proceeds from this book to various charities related to the issues thrown into sharp relief by his own story telling and the realities that threatened to destroy Zeitoun and his family. In light of that  I can most definitely recommend that you seek out  this book. It is grounded, powerful, emotional, polemical and above all still totally relevant.

PB. 13/04/2012

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BUSTIN’ BOUNDARIES…. A RIDDIMIC CATCH UP. & A FEW TREATS…. Part .1

Greetings… time for a little catch up… been sitting on a bunch tunes and waiting to an opportunity to fling a few words on each on-line. So, as I’m deeply frustrated with the constantly engaged tone at HM Revenue & Customs I’ve decided to make a start.

First up comes Le Super Borgou De Parakou: ‘The Bariba Sound’ on Analog Africa. Following on from label boss, Samy Ben Redjeb’s previous musical forays into Benin where he initiated us into the Vodou driven ridims of Cotonou, this crate digger supreme has now immersed himself in the music of the predominantly Islamic people of the north – the Bariba and Dandi. To tell the truth, I’ve been struggling with this set. Maybe it was down to both Analog Africa and Soundway, having conjured up some majestic music in recent times that’s been hard to follow. That said, as I sat in my friend’s kitchen in Bristol, with these recordings bubbling away on a more modest hi-fi than my own, we were both struck by the potency of the selection. Without realising it, over a couple of cold beers, we had tuned the hi-fi to sound like a powerful radio and I found myself whisked back in time to savour the musical  heartbeat of Parakou. Unpolished as these recordings may be, there is a great, raw energy at work punctuated by some bad-ass solos – check the guitars and the Farfisa! It was no surprise to discover that Le Super Borgou De Parakou were famed for their covers of Congolese rumba hits but these guys, like their peers, across the African continent, were quick to enhance the “village sounds” with whatever was coming their way. Don’t touch that dial!

Small Island, Mighty Sparrow, Sir Galba -1950s

A double Cd that’s been gagging for a few words is the Mighty Sparrow double Cd ‘Sparrow Mania’. If you are not familiar with this legendary Trini(dadian) wordsmith and troubadour I suggest you treat yourself to this mind-blowing selection put together by Strut. History has thrown up some mighty calypsonians from  Kitchener to Black Stalin but none are are as mighty as the Sparrow himself. This man has lyrics like dirt and no subject is taboo. Politics, race, sex…  the Mighty Sparrow is combative and wikkidly funny. The arrangements on Sparrow’s songs are tremendous, from small ensembles to jazz-style big bands that swing like crazy and rival their Cuban neighbors for dancefloor sensuality.  If you think calypso is some cheesy tourist music, you need to think again. On the street it’s ruffneck renegade runnings, and listening to ‘Sparrowmania’ it easy to see why this man was crowned Calypso Monarch eleven  times and notched up ’nuff victories in the Carnival  Road March.

A few years have now slipped by since I first met stellar pianist Robert Glasper through Straight No Chaser. It was his first time in the UK and he wasn’t long out of college but he clearly had a plan, a plan that’s most definitely come together. He’s established himself on the frontline of a new generation African American jazz players ready to engage with the tradition but he’s also pursued his passion for hip hop and R&B by occupying the keys seat in Q Tip’s band and launching his own Robert Glasper Experiment. ‘Black Radio’ (Blue Note) is the latter’s current offering and it’s a collaborative endeavor that has all the hallmarks of the Philly Soul movement. Ledisi and Bilal are in the mix. Erykah Badu weighs in with a trademark rendition of  ‘Mongo’s Afro Blue’ and Lalah Hathaway is in fine voice on ‘Cherish The Day’. Lupe Fiasco and Yasin Bay (Mos Def) drop lyrics and while Meshell gets top marks for sensuality on ‘The Consequences Of Jealousy’, I was definitely suckered by the combination of the brilliant Chris Dave, RG and Stukley. Overall? ‘Black Radio’ is a classy affair.

The closure of the Dub Vendor shop in Clapham Junction, post the recent riots, signified for me, the end of an era but no sooner had the shop closed its doors than Chris Lane and John McGilivray announced the relaunch of their groundbreaking Fashion label. For me, Fashion was synonymous with the rise chart busting homegrown UK Lovers and MC’s like the late Smiley Culture, Asher Senator, Pato Banton and Tipper Irie. From their subterranean dub cutting and recording studio in Lavender Hill they intuitively negotiated the transition into dancehall using engineers Gussie P and Frenchie. Chris Lane was also pivotal to the sound which took Maxi Priest into the mainstream. This First Volume of ‘Fashion Records In Fine Style: Significant Hits Vol. 1‘ kicks of with the sweet harmonies of Dee Sharp’s sweet ‘Let’s Dub It Up’  and Alton Ellis impeccable ‘Play It Cool’ and progresses through host of blues dance rub a dub faves. The duo of McGilivray and Lane have been attuned to the pulse of reggae music in this town for decades and they took that experience into all their recordings with both UK artists and Jamaican artists like Frankie Paul and Cutty Ranks whose ‘The Stopper’ is a classic. For a solid taste of UK reggae music look no further.

Topping of this first batch of reviews is Stuart McCullum’s independently produced solo set ‘Distilled’ which I bought at Jazz In The Round immediately after taking in  his live set of .  Fleeting echoes of  the Cinematic Orchestra betray his involvement in the latter but this Mancunian based whiz kid, armed with a guitar (electric & acoustic) and a box of electronic gadgets and trickery,  has produced a compelling set of  soundscapes that ebb and flow over samples, beats, loops and orchestrations, but inevitably build in intensity, effortlessly sweeping up any listener in their path. Seek out the album via http://www.stuartmccullum.com & check the ancient to future review –  Jazz In the Round… bit late but quick review – in Is That Jazz for a video documentary on the making of  ‘Distilled’.

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‘MAMA AFRICA’ opens the 19th New York African Film Festival

In New York City, this  Wednesday – April 11th – African Film Festival, Inc. and the Film Society of Lincoln Center will present the opening of the 19th New York African Film Festival with a reception and a screening of Mama Africa – a 90 minute tribute to the late great Miriam Makeba by Finnish film maker Mika Kaurismaki.


Miriam Makeba was the first African musician to win international stardom, one whose music was always anchored in her traditional South African roots, as was a ceaseless message against racism and poverty. Following her 1956 hit record ‘Pata Pata’ – for which she received a recording fee of few dollars and no royalties –  Miriam took on the lead role in the Broadway-inspired musical King Kong. It took her to London and then, with the assistance of Jamaican singer and radical Harry Belafonte, the United States.

However, when she attempted to return to her homeland to attend her mother’s funeral the apartheid government of the day rescinded her passport. Forced into a life in exile Miriam Makeba dedicated her life to exposing the harsh realities of the regime.

Singing for US President John F. Kennedy and Marlon Brando, performing with Harry Belafonte, Nina Simone and Dizzy Gillespie, being married to bandleader & trumpeter Hugh Masekela and then Black Power activist Stokely Carmichael, her life was a tumultuous one in which she always stood for truth and justice on behalf of all African people.

Miriam & Brando

Following his release from prison on the 11th February 1990, Nelson Mandela persuaded Makeba to return to South Africa, which she did in June that year on her French passport.  She worked with Graça Machel-Mandela on the plight of child soldiers and children with AIDS/HIV, attended the UN as a Goodwill Ambassadorand continued to record and perform Sadly,  after collapsing at a concert in November 2008 in Italy Miriam Makeba at the age of 76.

In concert: Miriam Makeba & Dizzy Gillespie (1991).

Along with a huge body of recorded music, this documentary, which traces her life and music through more than 50 years of performing and activism, will hopefully help ensure her place in global history as an artist whose life was underpinned by a commitment to equal rights and justice for the oppressed people of the world and I can’t wait for a big screen showing here in London town!


For more info on other excellent films at the 19th New York African Film Festivalhttp://www.africanfilmny.org/2012/19th-ny-african-film-festival/

XTRA INFO :
Check out Harry Belafonte’s  ‘ My Song – A Memoir’ … word from Jamaica is that it’s a compelling read that pulls no punches!

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A LOVE SUPREME…

JUST BEEN LISTENING  to  ‘World Galaxy’ and Alice Coltrane’s rendition of Pt 1 – Acknowldgement  from ‘A Love Supreme’…  thought I’d just post this pic from 1965 of Alice and John Coltrane…

DEEP LOVE!

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