Nov 6, 2009

Superkali - Superkali



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Superkali plays Afrifunk: a distinctively organic, American take on the hypnotic poly-rythmic style of the godfather of Nigerian Afro-beat, Fela Kuti. Drawing on its members' collective backgrounds in funk, jazz, and world music, Superkali's original material burns a groove unlike any other band in the Northwest. If Fela Kuti, James Brown, and John Coltrane could of had a musical child together it would have been Superkali. Made up of professional touring veterans Tracy Ferrara on tenor saxophone (Swamp Mama Johnson) and Terrance Stearns on trombone (Spirit House), Cornish composer/guitarist Bill Patton, and the dynamic rythm section of L,.A.'s native Ross brothers (Stephan on bass and Rachman on drums), Superkali now reigns the Northwest music scene as a roaring lion of the cool groove school. Superkali's credo:

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The Seattle Weekly writes, "A lot of bands who claim to fuse disparate musical infuences are big fat cheaters. Instead of actually synthesizing the different sounds into a coherent whole, they essentially just take turns slapping together cliched riffs from each....(This band) shows that it doesn't have to be this way....Superkali really do deliver a supercharged mixture of funk, Afro-beat, and jazz." (5/3/2001).

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Tracklist

01. Daktari Walk 5:00
02. Seven 4:14
03. Fangus Fu 6:12
04. Eltsuhg Ibal Lasiti 4:15
05. Kids Eat Free 5:58
06. Angel Food 4:10
07. Downside Up 3:46
08. Lamont 2:44
09. Kudzu 5:34
10. F Train 4:16
11. Twelve Days 6:23

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Nov 4, 2009

The Voodoo Funk Chronicles



From civil uprisings to insect nests, crate-digger Frank Gossner's love of rare West African funk took him to some strange places. This is an extended version of his article in the October issue of Dazed & Confused.

For the complete day-by-day story, read his blog Voodoo Funk.


I'm a DJ without any skills, so the only way for me to shine is to have records that nobody else has. In the summer of 2005, my wife was offered a job in Conakry, the capitol of Guinea. I was tired of Berlin and the shitty German weather, and her job paid more than enough for the both of us, so why not go somewhere where it's warm all year? "But what are you going to do with yourself all day?" my wife wanted to know.

I ended up doing what i always knew best: Buying records. You might think that that's not a job but believe me, in West Africa, it's pretty hard work.

My first source in Guinea was Mr. Mafa's record store. Mr. Mafa owned a small record store housed inside an old shipping container that someone had dumped next to the Marché Niger. I've spent countless afternoons with him, browsing through his entire stock. Mr. Mafa's store was also a great place to meet other local music lovers and we were often sat on his little wooden bench, drinking coke and chatting about West African Bands. It was interesting to hear how bands like Poly Rythmo from Benin had been real superstars in the 70s, touring the entire region from Senegal to Cameroon.

However, Mr. Mafa's store found a sad but however typical end only one year after my arrival in Conakry. For a few weeks, special police dressed all in black took to the streets after nightfall and painted red crosses on houses and stores that were build illegally and too close to the road. After a week or two, they came back with trucks, automatic weapons, clubs, whips made off power lines and car-mounted machine guns. Shacks, houses and businesses got looted, torn down and the rubble looted again by crowds of impoverished children who followed the mob in hope of perhaps finding something edible or of any other use.

Mr. Mafa's store also had received a blood red X. In his case even paying off the authorities wouldn't have been an option - he was located on one of the hotspots where new houses for "real" businesses were destined to be built and so he tore down his place himself before anybody else could. We remained friends and I continued visiting Mr. Mafa at his home. With his store gone, he spent a great deal of his time tracking down more and more records for me and even now that I'm living in NYC, he remains one of my best suppliers of Guinean and Malian vinyl.



My first digging trip outside of Guinea led me to Sierra Leone. My friend Amadou had grown up in the the country's capital Freetown until he had to flee one night in 1999 when the rebels took the city by storm. One of Amadou's friends had told us to search for "old sailors". He explained how it had always been the sailors who brought the new records to town. They were traveling up and down the West African coast, buying records in the harbors of Lagos, Cotonou and Abidjan, the cities with pressing plants, and selling them to local record stores and nightclubs once they got back to Freetown.

After a lot of asking around in town, we met a young man named Zico who told us he knew just the man we were looking for, an old sailor with a vast collection of records. Zico led us away from the chaos of downtown Freetown, down a narrow road with deep cracks in its tar that lead towards a narrow bridge with a stream below, lined with women doing their laundry. For the last few yards before the bridge, the edges of the road zigzagged towards its center, almost reaching the middle. Someone had painted the outline of the remaining tar white to minimize the danger of falling down into the water when walking after dark.

On the other side, Zico led us into a neighborhood of old wooden housesfrom colonial times, and after a while we entered a narrow gate in a sheet iron fence which gave way into a small community of shacks and one story houses. A labyrinth of pathways led us past old women preparing food in front of their houses and girls fixing each other's hair. On the other side, we exited again through another door and afterhalf a block, entered into a backyard where we found Mr. Abu Deen Kamara sitting in front of his one storey house.

Mr. Kamara was old - hard to tell what age exactly - his eyes were slightly fogged as if someone had poured a few drops of milk into them. Zico had already called him on his cellphone and the old man explained to us with pride how he had always taken good care of his records and that they would all be in excellent condition. Mr. Kamara disappeared into his house while his neighbours offered me a wooden chair. I sat down and set up the portable record player on the three feet high tile-covered wall surrounding a water well. Instantly, we were joined by several children and a group of women who sat down for their meal in front of the house next door, eyeing us with curiosity.

Kamara carried out the first box of 45s. Most of them really were in great shape, many even with intact color sleeve. I found Docteur Nico's Garage Funk Bomb "Sookie" on 45, pressed much louder than the LP version and a full minute and one insane drum/conga break longer. The fact that this beast was recorded in Kongo in 1968 still blows my mind.

Another highlight was the Ghanaian band Cobra with "Wari-Wa", one of the heaviest afrobeat tracks I've ever heard, Fela's incredible and super-rare "Beautiful Dancer" 45 and my first copy of the Rock Town Express LP.



Sierra Leone is still recovering from one of the bloodiest civil wars the world has seen in the late 1990s. Most lamp posts are riddled with bullet holes. You see a lot of evil looking scars on people and there are many amputees. Living conditions haven't improved since the end of the war. During the years that I visited, there was still no electricity and no running water in most houses. But the country is at peace and peace is the most important commodity, as we learned ourselves in 2007 when violence erupted in the streets of Conakry.

A general strike turned bloody when the president's son, a notorious drug addict as well as trafficker and high-Ranking soldier, commanded his elite unit of "special rangers" to open fire on unarmed protesters. We weren't able to leave our house for weeks. There was intense shooting all over town, the government imposed martial law and acurfew. Most foreign embassies began evacuating their personnel. We didn't want to leave our three adopted dogs behind to starve to death so we couldn't leave by plane like everybody else.

Instead we took the car and headed for the "Conakry-Freetown Highway" which in fact is nothing but a wide dirt road with potholes that could swallow a small vehicle. After 8 hours and a good dozen of military road blocks manned with soldiers in varying degrees of intoxication, and having had machine gun barrels pointed in our faces on more than one occasion, we had reached the border to Sierra Leone and were greeted by a border patrol with "Welcome to Sierra Leone, we are a peaceful country!"

I guess my favorite country in the region is Benin. During my first stay in Cotonou, I took a bush taxi about 70 miles up north to Bohicon. After asking around town for a few hours, a moto-taxi driver told me he'd know some places where I could find records. The first spot was at a store that sold cassette tapes, records as well as radios and all other sorts of electronic equipment. The records were in two large wooden boxes that also contained swarms of large cockroaches and silverfish. Most paper sleeves had been eaten away partially by insects. The closer we got to the bottom, the lesser intact the sleeves and the thicker the bug droppings in between the records. The air was thick with dust and and dark layers of dirt and bug excrement started to cake onto my hands and lower arms.

Once I had looked through everything, the owner of the records store accompanied us on his moped to the house of a very old man who had somewhite medicine smeared all over his body and was only covered aroundthe waist by a single piece of cloth. The record store owner went into the next room and returned, one after the other, with three very large wicker baskets that were stuffed with stacks of LPs and 45s. The records on top were in really nice shape but digging deeper, I realised that at one point, thankfully long before our visit, the baskets had also served as a home to some sort of larger insect. The animals had chewed away almost all cover sleeves right up to the records, leaving round layer cakes of vinyl, paper and cardboard. I found a few records where even small amounts of vinyl had been gnawed off by those eager little critters.

Things got really rough when I hit the bottom of the last basket that contained mostly 45s: the insects had built chambers and tunnels inbetween the records, using a red, clay-like substance that consisted of chewed up record sleeves, earth and hornet spittle. To make things even more bizarre, large pieces of insect shells were baked into the thick, red crust.

Back at the hotel in Cotonou and after I had cleaned up all of the records in the bathroom sink, I was relieved that almost all of them turned out to play nicely. Amongst the most mind blowing finds of that day were various Poly Rythmo 45s on the Albarika Store label, some even with intact picture sleeves and the rarest Poly Rythmo LP ALS005 with Vincent Ahehehinnou.

I returned to Benin over a dozen times. Sometimes, I literally had todig through dirt but I often found stacks of perfectly preserved records that - besides the water damage, mostly unavoidable in West Africa after dozens of monsoon seasons - were in sometimes miraculously good condition. The huge musical output of this tiny country still baffles me, and on every trip I kept finding records that I had previously not known existed. I also got to meet several of the musicians responsible for these incredible recordings, like Gustave Bentho from Poly Rythmo or the fabulous El Rego who just celebrated his 50th anniversary on stage. These encounters were at least as valuable to me as the rarest records I ever found.

The original website where the article was published you can find here.

Nov 3, 2009

Euforquestra - Soup



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Soup, the new album from Eufórquestra captures a band at peak performance in terms of songwriting, musicianship and energy. The album features 11 tracks (10 songs and 1 dub remix) that showcase how the group’s songwriting/arranging skills have grown in the last three and a half years. In classic Eufórquestra fashion, Soup jumps seamlessly between genres, creating a diverse but cohesive ride for the listener. Long time fans will enjoy a well-produced batch of many of their favorite songs, while new listeners will have stumbled upon one of the most eclectic and musically competent bands on the scene today.

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Recent Fort Collins via Iowa City transplants Euforquestra have done everything an ambitious yet humble band needs to do right, for the better half of this decade. Expanding their sound and fan base (and, presumably, their minds) by going west, the seven-piece has added flourishes of dub, a logical conclusion after dalliances in Afrobeat, salsa, samba, and funk. Soup, the band's third full length, is slick and smooth Saturday night party jams laden with lyrics reflective of the Midwestern dreadie zeitgeist.

The record storms in with "Cause A Reaction," everything pushed to eleven before settling into a hypnotic groove that doesn't let up until the reprise "Cause a Dub," expertly produced by the band’s alto saxophonist Ryan Jeter. The African-tinged interplay between guitarist Mike Tallman and the dual percussionists on the title track's warped middle section shows a lot of promise. "The Events of December 11" features a hook that compels the listener to Google the 2007 ice storm that left the boys powerless and scared. The lyrics obliquely evoke images of the more infamous -ember 11th, whether the intent was witty irreverence or frustration, one recalls George W. Bush using a similar phrase as the sole reason for the unprovoked invasion of a Iraq.

The band is most at home on the instrumentals, as their vocal harmonies can't possibly keep up with their hands. Fortunately, the non-Western influences shine enough to ensure repeated listens. The lyric-heavy tracks, long the bane of bands with Euforquestra's caliber chops, never weigh the band down. At nearly 63 minutes, the record is never short on ideas. With new surroundings, they should have no trouble concocting another Soup, which is good news for anyone craving a second bowl.

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Similar to a 5 year old on Christmas morning, I tore through the plastic wrapping that surrounded the gem I was about to blessed with hearing. Eufoquestra's latest CD, Soup, is scheduled to be released October 6th , and will be the bands third studio creation following their last studio release, Explorations in Afrobeat in March of 2006. Having successfully toured relentlessly for the last 2 years, which has included 300 live performances, it is remarkable that the band has had time to create new music. Even more shocking, the band created an amazing album, not just a new content within those constraints.

From the first track, “Cause A Reaction”, you are immediately captured by the melodic rhythms and power message in their lyrics. As the horns blew and the drums beat, the song quick dropped into sequence that reminded me of Sublime. Not only relating to the melody of a style I enjoy, the lyrics resonated closely to my personal beliefs. The words conveyed a message about a collective awakening of the current societal issues that are present. More importantly, the song talks about unity and creating change from that bond of an awakening consciousness.

Finding it hard to sit still in my seat, “Melody Truck” provides an uplifting sound that simply brings a smile to your face. It is tracks like this that remind us why we all love the music of the Jam Community, positive energy. It was during “Soup” that Mike Tallman's soothing guitar brings you back to happy places in your mind, the kind that leave you feeling refreshed and alive. The reggae styles during “Called You” show the true diversity and talent of the band, switching from styles of Funk to Samba to Afrobeat to Afrocuban, the band's self proclaimed style “Afro-Caribbean-Barnyard-Funk” is well suited considering the bands diversity throughout the album.

Returning to the theme of deeper meaning and dynamic lyrics, “Change Me” speaks to individuality and personal responsibility. It is not only the lyrics that grab your soul, but the hard line drums of Adam Grosso and Josten Foley. Diverse lyrics and enchanting sounds, it is songs like “Feel Together” that get you off your feet and moving madly across the room in blissful state of mind. After all, as the song tells us,

...The energy of life pushing forward like it is meant to be...
...We can be the change we want our children to see...

It is the flowing rhythms and musical diversity that will bring this CD to the top of your rotation list. If you are looking to turn on CD and uplift your spirit, look no further, Soup is here. Thank you to the band for putting out music that conveys such a powerful and positive message, just what the world needs to hear.

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Tracklist

1. Cause A Reaction
2. Melody Truck
3. Soup
4. The Events of December 11
5. Called You
6. Ochosi
7. Backbone
8. Change Me
9. Dr. Standby
10. Feel Together
11. Cause A Dub

The album can be downloaded for free here.

Oct 28, 2009

Fela Kuti - Articles about his death




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Fela: The Life & Times of controversial Afrobeat superstar


The African continent's most creative Afrobeat superstar, anti-military dictatorship activist, social maverick and pan-Africanist Fela Anikulapo-Kuti has died of AIDS-related reasons and heart failure.

Fela's 58 years old, odd but very courageous engagement with life was as controversial, irreverent, creative as he was sometimes confusing to even his most ardent admirers. His social promiscuity and hyper-sexual relationships with women, mainly his retinue of dancers were, at once, revolting to many, as he was also an object of curiosity for all manner of people, Americans and Europeans, Africans and Arabs, men and women. He was a genius, albeit, for lack of a better word, a usefully mad genius, a creative iconoclast. Fela's genius as a musician had an unmatched stellar power, may be an acute acoustic verve and caustic provocations to the powers that be. The military in Nigeria feared only one man in Nigeria: Fela.

The African continent's most creative Afrobeat superstar, anti-military dictatorship activist, social maverick and pan-Africanist Fela Anikulapo-Kuti has died of AIDS-related reasons and heart failure. "The immediate cause of death of Fela was heart failure but there were many complications arising from the Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome,'' Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, a medical doctor and Fela's older brother told a news conference in Lagos on Sunday August 3, 1997 announcing the death of a musical giant, social commentator and maestro.

Fela's 58 years old, odd but very courageous engagement with life was as controversial, irreverent, creative as he was sometimes confusing to even his most ardent admirers. His social promiscuity and hyper-sexual relationships with women, mainly his retinue of dancers were, at once, revolting to many, as he was also an object of curiosity for all manner of people, Americans and Europeans, Africans and Arabs, men and women. He was a genius, albeit, for lack of a better word, a usefully mad genius, a creative iconoclast. In my opinion, there was just one Fela; there has never been any like him in his country; there will really never be another like him. Fela's imprints on the sand of our social time are permanent. Although Fela's (ab)use of drugs (hemp) did not help his health and focus on the other things that were important. He could have been better. But to some, it was all part of his eccentricities, a part of his mystique as Fela Anikulapo Kuti! No.

The king of Afro-beat, the guru of strategic irreverence and pan Africanism, the master exponent of "Shakara" and the enchanting saxophonic rhythms and synthesizers which waft through his classic song "Lady" has joined his ancestors but his views on everyday, existential matters are relevent today across Africa. Fela, the king of socio-musical commentary is no more; one of the best jazzologists and creators of the most compelling and inimitable ethno-orchestra sessions of the 20th century is dead but his call that Africans get beyond "colonial mentality"and anit-corruption songs "Yellow Fever"
are entirely valid.

Coincidentally, a few hours after his death, I had the privileged of being the guest (with my wife) of creative events photographer Richard Dabon's at the Omni Hotel this August 3 weekend for the 1997 Houston Mayor's Jazz Brunch. Tunes reminiscent of Fela's saxophonic vitality and energies were played occasionally at the event. May be only a few persons at the Omni would have known the giant had passed. It all seemed like an unscheduled, unmentioned tribute to Fela-- with the likes of the very remarkable South African Jonathan Butler doing an incredible, elevating live jam session with the Houston Jazz Education All Stars. Fela would have been proud.

But is he proud of the country (Nigeria) he left, dying of AIDS-related complications? Does anyone really know what the statistic and measures to make Nigereians and other Africans safe from the AIDS virus? What will happen to the hundreds, yes, hundreds of women who made a different kind of (bed) sheet music" with Fela? Is jazz, especially Afro-jazz, today in the African continent, in Black America and the rest of the world better than when his likes put the genre on the globe?

Is his country, Nigeria, moving towards what he hoped for in his music and views? In fact, it must be asked did he contribute to the decay of the country's morals and direction by his multiple sexual devotions? Fela was no angel or saint, to be sure. But Fela's genius as a musician had an unmatched stellar power, may be an acute acoustic verve and caustic provocations to the powers that be.

His courage to speak his truth, his strong, unvarnished views to the face of power and "all dem oppressors" will be missed by millions of other Africans and people of the world. He remained a tower of guts, even while his pants were barely on!

According to USAfrica The Newspaper's correspondents in Lagos , the death of Fela has left a mournful pall over the country while soaring sales for his records/compact discs. A Lagosian, Adetiba Omowale told one of our reporters "this is the death of an original, an African original. Fela was unequalled." Ikenna Ibeneme said "he was the best. He had style and guts."

He died on Saturday August 2, 1997 after several weeks of illness at the age of 58. Fela resided in Ikeja, operated and played at a famous joint called "The Shrine." He has toured the U.S (including our city, Houston) and dozens of European cities.

Before his death, Fela refused treatment for his deteriorating health. He rejected both Western and traditional Nigerian medical services insisting it was on grounds of "principle." The Nigerian Drug Law Enforcement Agency led by Gen. Bamayi tried without success to stop him from using marijuana with threats of legal incarceration. After their efforts failed the NDLEA agents released (see USAfrica The Newspaper April 25 1997 edition)

Remarkably, and unusually too, Fela has not made major, if any, effort to challenge or criticize Nigeria's current military ruler Gen. Sani Abacha, despite the fact one of his brothers, Beko Ransome-Kuti, a democracy activist, is serving a prison sentence for involvement in an alleged "coup plot." Beko Ransome-Kuti turned his 57 the same Saturday Fela died. He is reportedly removed from news and radio access. He has also been actively opposed to military dictatorships in Nigeria.

Fela's social and political activism led to his forming a political party called Movement of the People (MOP) during Nigeria's militarily aborted attempt by civilians in 1978/79 and the early 1980s to establish a democratic government. Fela never shied away, until few years before his death, from stating his opposition to military men and ordinary soldiers whom he referred to, pejoratively, as "zombies". He paid for his vocal, and critical stance. Even his mother, a noted nationalist was a victim of military-police brutality.

Jailed presidential claimant Moshood K.O Abiola did not escape the lethal, no-holds-barred and bazooka-like biting attacks on Nigeria's ruling class from Fela. In fact he called Abiola "a Thief" while categorizing the ITT for which Abiola served its interests in Nigeria and the Middle East as nothing more than "International Thief, Thief." That was simply a tip of Fela's acerbic directness. His kinsman and now detained former head of state of Nigeria Olusegun Obasanjo did not escape his peppery barb.

Fela is dead, alright; but his music lives on. Long live Fela, Long Live the King of Afro-beat.

August 4, 1997

by Chido Nwangwu, Founder & Publisher of USAfrica The Newspaper, USAfrica ONLINE


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Charismatic Fela put his passionate politics in the groove

It's impossible to find another recording artist with the precise combination of skills possessed by Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, the Nigerian singer and activist who died on Saturday of heart failure caused by AIDS.

The 58-year-old Fela, as he was known by fans worldwide, had the groove sense of James Brown, Prince's poised skills as an arranger, the articulate indignation of Pete Seeger, the galvanizing charisma of Bob Marley, and -- for a time -- the inescapable popularity of Bruce Springsteen at his peak.

He was a lover. At a ceremony in 1978, the performer -- whose favorite stage attire was a pair of bikini briefs -- married 27 women. He later divorced them, but retained a throng of female admirers.

He was also a fighter, who ran into trouble with a string of Nigerian regimes. In 1984, he was sentenced to five years in prison on what Amnesty International later called ``spurious'' charges of currency violations; he served two years, and was released when a new government came to power.

Most of all, the man who called himself ``the chief priest'' was one of the music world's most skilled agitators: His songs, which could stretch over an hour, were filled with passionate chants about military corruption and social inequality. Singing and shouting in pidgin English, a marijuana cigarette ever-present between his teeth, he conveyed both indignation and political awareness within a genre many outside of Africa had dismissed as mere dance music. Among his most famous rants:
"Teacher, Don't Teach Me No Nonsense,'' ``Black President'' and ``Coffin for Head of State.''

Accompanying Fela's antigovernment rhetoric was fierce, carefully polyrhythmic music unlike anything else from Africa. He called his blend of funk vamping, jazz improvisation and Nigerian high-life ``Afro-beat,'' and it was perfect for live performance. A brief sermon -- about, say, Nigeria's need for modernization -- would be followed by a forlorn blast from a horn section, or a high-intensity call-and-response between Fela and his battalion of backing singers. When he finished
singing, he turned his attention to the keyboard or the tenor saxophone, and crafted patient solos that took his large, interactive band down unlikely avenues.

The results were hypnotic. A typical Fela show was a marathon that could be appreciated on several levels: as incessantly funky party music, as a mix of overt and subversive political messages, and as a sophisticated improvisatory excursion.

Asked recently what was in his CD player, the artist and record producer Brian Eno said that he'd grown tired of most pop music. ``All I really find myself listening to are Fela's records. I have about 30 of them, more than any other artist.''

In fact, Fela recorded more than 50 albums. He played a key role in the spread of African pop music around the world, and served as a godfather to other well-known artists. "He is a legend,'' Malian singer Salif Keita told a reporter several years ago. "All modern African singers and musicians owe a lot to him.''

For us, he was a monument, a reference point,'' said singer Lokua Kanza of Congo. "To hear him was like a blast of fresh air.''

Fela was born in 1938 in Abeokuta, a Yoruba town in western Nigeria known as a haven for freed slaves. His father was a well-known priest and educator; his mother was an activist involved in Nigeria's quest for independence, which was realized in 1960.

Fela worked briefly for the government, but persuaded his parents to send him to London's Trinity College of Music. He formed his first band there, and upon returning to Nigeria in 1963, began playing jazz with little success. His concept for the politically charged Afro-beat came together in the late '60s, after he heard the Sierra Leonean singer Geraldo Pino and visited the United States, where he encountered the ideas of Malcolm X and others.

Afro-beat became a huge phenomenon in Nigeria, and by the mid '70s, Fela and his band, Afrika 70, were stars throughout Africa. Recordings spread their unique sound around the world: Between 1975 and 1977, the extra-large Afrika 70 (which later became Egypt 80) recorded 17 albums, including the classic No Agreement. Many were available, at least briefly, in the U.S.

As his popularity grew, Fela utilized his platform for ever-more-public antigovernment agitation. He opened a nightclub, the Shrine, and a commune, Kalakuta Republic, in a Lagos suburb. And in 1977, after he'd sung forcefully about civil liberties in what was becoming a military state, he got an official response: 1,000 government soldiers burned the compound to the ground.

Overnight, Fela became known as much for his politics as for his music; after military rule ended in 1979, he established his own political party, MOP (Movement of the People). In the early '80s, he responded to the rise of conservatives such as Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher with the blunt, threatening Beasts of No Nation. He was arrested in 1984 at the Lagos airport as he was preparing to leave for a U.S. tour. The charge: illegally exporting foreign currency. He served 18 months of a
five-year sentence.

Rumors about Fela's health began to circulate in 1995, and though he occasionally appeared at the Shrine, he no longer toured. In April, he was held by Nigeria's drug squad, which attempted to get him to renounce marijuana publicly. They eventually gave up and released him.

That probably didn't surprise Fela's fans or family -- which includes a brother, Beko Ransome-Kuti, currently in prison for his involvement in an alleged coup attempt, and another brother, Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, a former deputy director-general of the World Health Organization, who used the announcement of Fela's death to criticize the Nigerian government for not implementing effective AIDS-prevention programs. That was Fela: stubborn, committed to what he believed was a righteous
path, and blessed with the rare ability to translate that passion into intense, evangelical music.

By Tom Moon


Article 3

FELA ANIKULAPO-KUTI ... Nigerian pop singer

LAGOS, Nigeria -- (AP) -- Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, a pop superstar who fused rock with African rhythms into a blend known as "Afrobeat'' and was a persistent critic of Nigeria's military regime, has died of AIDS, his family said Sunday. He was 58.

The singer's death Saturday was announced by his brother, Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, in a statement broadcast on national television. No cause of death was given at the time. Throngs of stunned, tearful fans gathered outside Fela's nightclub, the Shrine, after hearing the news.

Ransome-Kuti, a doctor and former health minister, joined other family members at a news conference Sunday and confirmed that Fela had died of heart failure caused by AIDS. That immediately raised questions about whether any of Fela's 27 wives had contracted the disease.

Fela, known across the continent by his first name, was one of the dominant superstars of African music in the 1970s and '80s and had recorded more than 50 albums.

He also became famous for his songs criticizing the military junta of Gen. Sani Abacha, as well as earlier military regimes in Nigeria, West Africa's most populous nation.

``Fela was a great legend who used his music tirelessly to bring about social justice,'' said Rasheed Gbadamosi, a prominent businessman and writer.

Fela, a saxophone player, was born in 1938 in Abeokuta, about 50 miles north of the capital, Lagos. He started out as a jazz musician but shifted toward pop and reggae while studying at Trinity College of Music in Oxford, England, from 1959 to 1962.

He also spent time in Ghana and the United States, where he developed a strong interest in politics and civil rights. Returning to Nigeria for good in 1973, he swiftly became a big star. His top albums included Zombie, Army Arrangement and Vagabond in Power.

"For us, he was a monument, a reference point,'' prize-winning singer Lokua Kanza of Congo told The Associated Press in Paris. ``To hear him was like a blast of fresh air, a shock.''

He became enmeshed in a long-running confrontation with military authorities because of his urging that young Nigerians become more politically active. Troops burned down Fela's house in 1977.

In 1979, Fela and his entourage of wives and girlfriends went to the ruling junta's headquarters and placed the coffin of his recently deceased mother on the steps. Fela said he wanted to demonstrate that the power of the state was impotent compared to the power of the human spirit.

Fela was convicted of illegally exporting foreign currency in 1984 and was sentenced to 10 years in prison. A year later, the military government of Gen. Muhammed Buhari was overthrown by Gen. Ibrahim Babangida, who freed Fela.

In March 1996, Fela's home was attacked by gunmen. His most recent arrest came April 9. He and about 100 others -- including several of his wives -- were detained for marijuana use by police drug agents who raided his nightclub north of Lagos.

Fela's fans had known for weeks that he was ill, but few details about his condition were made public before his death.

Ransome-Kuti, who once worked as deputy director-general of the World Health Organization, used Sunday's news conference to accuse the Nigerian government of failing to implement effective AIDS programs. He said AIDS cases at Lagos University Hospital had risen from less than 10 annually to more than 300 since 1992.

Another brother of Fela's -- Beko Ransome-Kuti -- is an outspoken political dissident who was sentenced to 15 years in prison last year for alleged participation in a coup plot.


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Nigerian Musician Fela Anikulapo-Kuti Dies

LAGOS, Nigeria -- Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, 58, the maverick Nigerian singer, composer and saxophonist who fused rock with African rhythms into a blend known as "Afrobeat" and popularized it around the world, died here Aug. 3. He had AIDS.

Known to his fans as "Fela," he rose to national and international fame with his distinctive Afrobeat music and his criticism of Nigeria's military government, and for his bohemian lifestyle. Known for openly smoking marijuana, dressing only in his underpants and sleeping with numerous women, Fela was a legend among his fans.

After learning of his death, hundreds of tearful fans gathered to mourn at "the Shrine," Fela's home and club in the Ikeja working-class district of Lagos, Nigeria's capital.

Fela, one of the dominant superstars of African music in the 1970s and 1980s, recorded more than 50 albums. He also became famous for his songs criticizing the military junta of Gen. Sani Abacha, as well as earlier military regimes in Nigeria. He was detained several times and even imprisoned on a variety of charges.

In his final two years, Fela made no effort to oppose military rule, even though one of his brothers, democracy activist Beko Ransome-Kuti, is serving a prison term for involvement in an alleged coup plot. The musician stayed at home, giving infrequent, and usually brief, musical performances at the Shrine.

Fela was born in Abeokuta, about 50 miles north of Lagos. He started out as a jazz musician but shifted toward pop and reggae while studying at Trinity College of Music in Oxford, England, from 1959 to 1962.

He also spent time in Ghana and the United States, where he developed a strong interest in politics and civil rights. After returning to Nigeria for good in 1973, he swiftly became a star. His top albums included "Zombie," "Army Arrangement" and "Vagabond in Power."

He became enmeshed in a long-running confrontation with military authorities because of his urging that young Nigerians become more politically active. Troops burned down his house in 1977.

In 1979, Fela and his entourage of wives and girlfriends went to the ruling junta's headquarters and placed the coffin of his recently deceased mother on the steps. Fela said he wanted to demonstrate that the power of the state was impotent compared with the power of the human spirit.

Fela was convicted of illegally exporting foreign currency in 1984 and was sentenced to 10 years in prison. A year later, the military government of Gen. Muhammed Buhari was overthrown by Gen. Ibrahim Babangida, who freed Fela. In March 1996, Fela's home was attacked by gunmen. His most recent arrest came April 9. He and about 100 others -- including several of his wives -- were detained for marijuana use by police drug agents who raided his nightclub north of Lagos.

During his heyday, Fela changed part of the family name from Ransome to Anikulapo -- which means "one who keeps death in his pouch" in his local Yoruba language.

The announcement of the cause of his death raised questions about whether any of his 27 wives had contracted the disease.

The Washington Post - Monday, August 4, 1997


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Nigerian Afrobeat superstar Fela dies

Maverick artist brought continent's music to the world

LAGOS, Nigeria - Nigeria's maverick Afrobeat superstar Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, who helped bring the continent's music to a global audience, died at 58 after weeks of illness, national television said.

The television quoted the musician's brother, Olikoye Ransome-Kuti, a medical doctor, as saying the artist died Saturday afternoon.

A star of the Nigerian and international music scene in the 1970s and 1980s, Anikulapo-Kuti, known to fans as "Fela," won a reputation for smoking marijuana, sleeping with large numbers of women and dressing only in his underpants

"It's not true, Fela will live forever, he can't die," said one of the local toughs, known as area boys, outside the Reuters office in the heart of Lagos when told of the news.

In recent weeks Fela had been critically ill with an undisclosed sickness. He initially refused treatment by both Western and traditional Nigerian doctors.

For decades Fela got under the skin of the military governments that have dominated Africa's most populous nation and he was detained several times and even imprisoned on a variety of charges.

Earlier this year he was held by the drug squad, which said it hoped to reform his character and wean him away from marijuana, but the narcotics agents later released him and admitted defeat.

"I have been smoking for 40 years. It helps my music. People know I smoke worldwide. It is not drugs, it is grass," Fela said.

Fela was long a thorn in the side of military governments in Nigeria, mixing his music with social criticism and advocacy of radical pan-Africanist ideas.

His music reached its peak in the 1970s when his outspoken social comment was expressed in songs that preached human dignity in Africa and abused soldiers who seized power.

"He is the first person to make democracy and human rights serious issues in Nigeria," said Nigerian journalist Dulue Mbachu.

Pro-democracy groups now proliferate in Africa's most populous nation, ruled by the military for 27 of its 37 years of independence from Britain.

Fela, who married more than two dozen women at once and slept with hundreds of others, had his most spectacular clash with authorities in 1977 when soldiers stormed his house in Lagos, which he had declared "Kalakuta Republic."

His mother was badly injured in the raid and died six months later. This also marked the beginning of his decline and loss of a fortune he had made from a successful music career.

Fela was born on October 15, 1938, and received formal musical training in Britain.

He returned home in 1963 and formed the Koola Lobitos band, playing a fusion of jazz and "highlife".

Koola Lobitos metamorphosed into Nigeria '70, later Africa '70 and finally Egypt '80 and became his medium for preaching African emancipation and lampooning the army rulers.

Fela's first break in the music business came in 1969 when he visited the United States and met members of the radical Black Panthers, who helped him set up a band in Nigeria to promote the African rock music he called "Afro-beat."

By 1972, he was on his way to stardom with records that pulled no punches in criticizing military rule in Nigeria. In 1976, he topped the charts with "Zombie," which attacked soldiers as no more than machines following orders.


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Nigeria Mourns Maverick Afrobeat Legend Fela

LAGOS, Aug 3 (Reuter) - Nigerians on Sunday mourned the death of maverick Afrobeat superstar Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, who helped bring the continent's music to a global audience. ``The music legend of our time, Fela, joins his ancestors,'' said the majority state-owned Sunday Times in heavy black type across the front page. The singer, composer and saxophonist, known to his fans simply as "Fela,'' died on Saturday after several weeks of illness. He was 58.

A star of the Nigerian and international music scene in the 1970s and 1980s, Fela won a reputation for smoking marijuana, sleeping with large numbers of women and dressing only in his underpants.

"It's not true, Fela will live forever, he can't die,'' said one of the local toughs, known as area boys, outside the Reuters office in the heart of Lagos when told of the news. Newspapers reported scenes of shock and disbelief at ``The Shrine,'' Fela's club in a working class district of Nigeria's humming commercial capital.

In recent weeks Fela had been critically ill with an undisclosed sickness. He initially refused treatment by both Western and traditional Nigerian doctors. Although under pressure from his family Fela was moved into a clinic, it was not made public whether he was accepting medicinal drugs -- against which he had always taken a stand on principle.

For decades Fela got under the skin of the military governments that have dominated Africa's most populous nation. He was detained several times and even imprisoned on a variety of charges. Earlier this year he was held by the drugs squad, which said it hoped to reform his character and wean him away from marijuana -- but the narcotics agents later released him and admitted defeat.

In his final two years Fela made no effort to challenge military strongman General Sani Abacha, even though his brother Beko Ransome-Kuti, a democracy activist, is serving a prison sentence for involvement in an alleged coup plot. Beko Ransome-Kuti, who is kept alone and banned from hearing news from outside his prison cell, had his 57th birthday on Saturday. It was not clear whether he had been informed of his brother's death.

Local newspapers recently reported Fela's death, something which was later said by the same papers to have amused him. They speculated that he had been suffering from AIDS, given a life during which he reputedly slept with hundreds of women, dozens of whom hung around his home until the end.

During his heyday Fela changed part of his family name from Ransome to Anikulapo -- which means "one who keeps death in his pouch'' in his local Yoruba language. ``After years of raising hell, doing what mere mortals with a healthy respect for death would not dare, death uncorked itself from Fela's pouch and sneaked in on him,'' said the Punch newspaper on Sunday.

By Matthew Tostevin - Reuters/Variety August, 03 1997


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Oct 26, 2009

The Afrobeat Diaries ... by allaboutjazz.com (Pt.IV)

The Afrobeat Diaries, Part 4

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At the center of Fela: Kalakuta Notes is a diary its Ghanaian-based author, John Collins, kept during his stay at Fela Kuti's compound, Kalakuta Republic, in Nigeria over 18 days in January 1977. Fortunately for Collins, though unfortunately for eyewitness journalism, he wasn't there a month later, when around 1,000 soldiers broke into compound, burnt it to the ground and beat and raped its residents (see Part 2 of this series). Nonetheless, Collins' notes, and his interviews with musicians who knew and worked with Kuti, add some useful detail to the historical record.

The book's working title was Fela Through Ghanaian Eyes, and most of its original content derives from visits Kuti made to Ghana, Nigeria's western neighbour, in the 1960s and 1970s. The author himself first saw Kuti perform in 1972 at the University of Ghana (where he is in 2009 a professor in the music department), and met him for the last time, in Amsterdam, Holland in 1981. Kuti's life and career post 1981 until his death in 1997, which were every bit as dramatic as they were in the 1970s, are dealt with relatively briskly. So too, as a consequence, are Kuti's political activities, which included the formation of his own political party, Movement of the People, and his ongoing campaign to become President of Nigeria.

The absence of an informed Nigerian point of view unbalances Collins' story as much as it enriches it. His own Ghanaian perspective is matched by those of the other voices in the book, in the main musicians who worked with Kuti in the 1960s and 1970s. Their reminiscences are worthy of record, though like all memories, some may be colored by the passage of time. The late Ghanaian highlife singer Joe Mensah, for instance, says that "I've never, up to this day [1998], heard any trumpeter that great...He had everything, the embouchure, the intonation, the dexterity, the fingering." The guitarist Stan Plange, on the other hand, who knew Kuti at the same time as Mensah, says he played trumpet "very badly. Fela was never very good on trumpet but was much better on the keyboards, especially jazz piano." These contrary recollections, early in the book, trigger a caution the reader needs to apply on later pages.

Collins is strong on Kuti's relationships with the Ghanaian-based club and record label owner, Faisal Helwani, ubiquitous on the scene in the 1970s, and with West African Decca. Here Collins can be as entertaining as he is factually diligent. Chief Moshood Abiola was at the time the majority shareholder in Decca, which had severed Kuti's contract and was refusing to pay compensation. Kuti's dispute with the label was, Collins relates, "not helped when Fela had his people dump 14 barrels of human faeces outside Abiola's villa."

Collins' stay at Kalakuta was a short one, and the dozen or so pages given over to his description of day-to-day life there don't always make for pretty reading: in 1977, Kuti was in the middle of several years of especially brutal police and army oppression, and the miasma of state violence surrounding the Afrika 70 family of musicians, friends and hangers-on sometimes seeped through Kalakuta's fence. Residents who infringed house rules were at the time routinely offered the choice of a beating or expulsion.

The author, clearly, was shocked by some of what he witnessed during his stay. He describes Kuti's lifestyle as "fiery, promiscuous, rascally and egoistic." Others will remember Kuti as extraordinarily courageous, intellectually stimulating and a loyal friend. He was also entirely free of racial or cultural bitterness—he lived and studied in London, a city he very much enjoyed revisiting, for several years as a young man—and was as much at home with white foreigners as he was with his own people. It was the post-colonial mentality of Nigeria's rulers, and the incapacitating tribalism of its populace, that Kuti hated and worked against. Collins acknowledges that Kuti's "peppery character in the African soup (is) sorely missed," but it's unfortunate that he chose not to draw a more complete portrait of his subject.

Fela: Kalakuta Notes, which is copiously illustrated, is a warts and all reminiscence, and not all the warts are Kuti's. But it's a book any Afrobeat enthusiast will enjoy and its publication is be welcomed.

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THANK YOU AGAIN Michael Ricci and Chris May from allaboutjazz.com

Oct 14, 2009

Monsalve - Mecha



The bassist of the Venezolean band KRé finally just published his first disc called "Mecha".

It`s a mix between Afrobeat, Jazz and Experimental music and surely worth to listen to. It can be bought at cdbaby.com.

Further information about Monsalve can be found at myspace.



Tracklist

01. No Llevo Kaleta 6:01
02. Inflamable 5:16
03. La Otra Orilla 4:29
04. 24/06/2007 0:43
05. Deo E' Mono 5:38
06. Marea Baja 5:50
07. Volatile 3:15
08. Maryche 2:48
09. Tatequieto 3:27

Oct 13, 2009

The Superpowers - Revival Time




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The Superpowers is a group of 12 musicians dedicated to continuing the tradition and spreading the message of AFROBEAT music. This society hopes to bring together young and old through music and dance to continue the AFROBEAT vision for social revolution. The Superpowers strive to create a communion -- where people of all backgrounds can unite in collective musical energy and dance, and spread awareness of the political and spiritual messages which fuel the music.
The band, for all intents and purposes, is simply not a band,more a commune of musicians (did we mention that there are twelve of them?), united under the banner of Afrobeat—the multilayered sonic fusion of funk, jazz, and traditional African tribal music, fueled by a “revolutionary consciousness.” The group strives not to act as a band, but an actual society—the model for a better one, or a living breathing active microcosm.

If this sounds heavy-handed, then you probably haven’t heard Adam Clark, drummer and founder of the society in question. A graduate of the New England Conservatory, Clark doesn’t just talk about his music following the group’s live set, he never stops playing it. His words fly off his tongue in rapid succession, rhythmic in their free-form flow, jumping from one idea to the next in musical progression, just like the layered sounds and dance-inducing backbeats of his soulful Afrobeat groove. “One of the things we’ve been trying to do is keep the Afrobeat essentials,” he says, “and work our own melodies and ideas into that and improvise with the forms of the songs.”

His enthusiasm is as manic and precise as his playing, especially when discussing clave, the driving rhythmic pattern and time signature that has roots in traditional Yoruban music, a precursor to the modern Afrobeat sound. “It’s pretty nodal, and sticks to one basic sound,” he says of the basics of the genre. “But that’s where the clave comes in. It locks everything together. There’s so many parts happening, and they’re all simple parts, but they interlock in a way that creates this huge orchestration.”

It’s this human side to the music that carries its inherent theme of revolutionary consciousness. But The Superpowers is an instrumental group, and only sabar player Samba Cisse is of African descent. The origin of the genre itself is attributed to African revolutionary Fela Kuti (a.k.a. the Black President). The group nevertheless maintains this socio-political edge (and keeps it sincere—these are all well-educated, articulate people after all), as it’s simply what inspired the music in the first place.

It’s just inherent, Clark says: “We’ve got ten to twelve people playing on stage. It takes a lot of listening, and you have to put your ego aside. There are solos that happen, but in Afrobeat, everybody is essentially a percussionist. And you’re really trying to play that one part, one way, meditating on that one part. It’s very essential that each person does their one thing to contribute to the greater picture of the song. Even though when you hear the music and it sounds very complex and there’s a lot of sounds going on, it’s really just a bunch of people working together, doing very simple things. And I’m not here to preach, but I think that translates to what society may have to do to really make some changes.”

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Superpowers' 2007 release Revival Time is a groovtasticly aggressive Afrobeat album that will leave you dancing from start to finish. Presented by the Boston Afrobeat Society, this nine-piece Afrobeat ensemble is a burgeoning group on the cusp of an even hotter Afrobeat scene. Their nine track release is a tightly arranged pulsing Afrobeat monster fit to be named "super."

The Superpowers are all graduates of New England Conservatory where they came together under the leadership of Adam Clark, the band's drummer and founder. They started playing Fela Kuti tunes and found Afrobeat to be an amazing new medium through which to express themselves as jazz musicians.

While the Superpowers are definitely an Afrobeat band with an aggressive Afrobeat sound, they incorporate elements of several musical styles including jazz, funk, soul, reggae, and rock. Their horn section delivers lines one would expect to hear from Earth Wind and Fire or the JB's over pulsating Afrobeat grooves laid down by their proficient rhythm section. Their guitars and keyboards incorporate the perfect amount of distortion effects to add a psychedelic rock/dub feel.

What's really great about Revival Time is the range the album encompasses. There are slower smooth tracks like "Cosmic Spiral" and "Moonlit Heart" to chill you out, more upbeat lively tracks like "Abbey Rockers #1" and "Abami Eda" to make you dance, and more unconventional, unique sounding tracks like "Revival Time" to give you something you haven't heard before.

What's best about Revival Time is the extent to which it exposes and accentuates the influences and components that led Fela Anikulapo Kuti to create the genre, particularly the American elements of funk and jazz. The rhythm guitar lines are extremely funky as well as the horn lines, but at the same time, the keyboard and horn solos are extremely jazzy. A lot of Afrobeat bands will prioritize staying true to the Afrobeat tradition. The Superpowers aren't afraid to deviate from the accepted Afrobeat sound, and that allows them the freedom to develop a much more unique and interesting style.

Half the Superpowers live in Boston and half live in Brooklyn, so they play a lot of shows in both cities. They tour most of the northeast hitting cities like Providence, RI, Burlington, VT, Northhampton, MA, and stops in between. Their sound is growing, and so is their fanbase as they are at the forefront of a booming Afrobeat scene. Bands like Antibalas and Akoya are spreading Fela's message, and The Superpowers can hang with any Afrobeat band out there. Their horns are tight, their rhythm section rocks, and their attitude and sensibility set them apart from the rest.

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Tracklist

01. Revival Time 5:14
02. Abbey Rockers #1 5:39
03. Cosmic Spiral 8:43
04. S.L.D.R. 5:56
05. Moonlit Heart 4:52
06. Rising Tide 8:13
07. Savannah 10:30
08. System Slaves 11:20
09. Abami Eda 9:22