May 20, 2015

“Mattera called it a weapon”: THE MEMORY OF MUSIC

Filed under: maakomele r manaka,music,politics — ABRAXAS @ 9:33 pm

By Maakomele R. Manaka (the title is a line borrowed from Lesego Rampolokeng’s poem.)

“One good thing about music when it hits, you feel no pain.” Bob Marley’s statement summarizes the epitome of ‘Nyilo Nyilo: A vocal museum’, Masello Motana’s ingenious live performanceor rather a call to the redefinition of memory through music, at one of Johannesburg’s foregrounds for culture, the Afrikan Freedom Station.

Growing up in the township, music was an integral part of our lives. And because we lived so close to each other, every Sunday morning, music from every home would find its way through the congestion, filling the street with a kaleidoscope of sounds, from gospel,jazz, RnB, kwaito, to the loud Zionist church choir in a school across the street from my house, all at the same time. And even in the games we played as children, the presence of music was consistent. In many ways those rhythms from our homes, shops, tavens and our games, created a strong sense of belonging, feeling like you were part of something bigger than yourself, part of a community.

Through coming from the past and looking back at the future, the present is indeed ‘a dangerous place to live’.

And with all the PS4’s, DSTV‘s, MP3’s, the influx of drugs and the reckless public drinking, the congested spaces have become even more congested. The music in our languages seem to lose their flavors because many of us have forgotten how to listen, and have become spoiled couch potatoes and self-absorbed iPod junkies.

I suppose protecting oneself from this unpleasant present, ‘memory is the weapon’.

And just when I thought this decomposing present was becoming defenseless, a non-conforming radical voice of a hummingbird, Masello Motana restored the primary colors of our memory through melody.

MASELLO MOTANA in AFROGALACTIC DREAM FACTORY from African Noise Foundation on Vimeo.

Before the songbird led us through a musical journey, she began to unchain our minds from today’s socioeconomic political debris, exposing the importance of music in the shaping of a people’s culture and the fragility of its memory. She called one of her friends up to make a very poignant point about how interwoven music has always been by playing a game, many of us sang along, “By so, by love you baby….”. At that moment, our culture church, the Afrikan Freedom Station had been transformed into a playground and as the hummingbird stripped off all our adult tensions and masks, we all became children. Singing along to familiar tunes we used to play to.

And just after introducing the instruments of melody, like a rapid rattle of a rifle, she and the wielders of rhythm shot through time and space with their first song, “Ntyilo Ntyilo” Written by Aalan Silinga, and popularized by Mariam Makeba. Over the years there have been many different versions, though for me personally, Johnny Dyani’s version takes the prize. A Xhosa song about a little bird singing a beautiful melody of wanting to break free, Motana could not have been more in tune with the times in choosing the song to kick start the prayer because in a way many of us feel like that “Nyitlo ntyilo” longing to be free from the present and its lies. She delivered the song with a strong upright voice, driven by an emotional trombone over a melancholic baseline. The marriage between her and the music evoked those little birds inside each of us that are dying to be heard.

True to her name, Masello mothered our cries of longing to be reconnected to our long lost forgotten true history of our cultures. Her vocal museum is more than just a singer with a band in front of an audience she is an historian with a band of librarians telling our untold story of this land through music.

“When music hits you feel no pain”. What happens when music is painful?

When she began to sing “Thina sizwe”, it started to drizzle almost as if the ancient ones of this soil were in agreement with her, and us all. The pianist with a soft yet angry underlining tone in his keys carried with it a people’s plight that stretches over a century. Her ability to control the high and low pitches of her voiceover a wailing piano, accentuated the cry: “Mabayeke umhlaba wethu”.

On a table that fills with white supremacy and inequality, the message in “Thina Sizwe” could not be more relevant.

The vanguard hummingbird kept flying backwards, singing us through her thesis of the country’s historic musical landscape. Articulating the present’s condition through a dub version of Winston Mankunku’s “Yakhalinkomo”. The bewitching trombone and the rhythmguitar together with the drums along side a very punchy baseline uplifted the passion in her voice when she bellowed, “khaba le nja”. And as if she was not in the rhythm of relevance already, she and her band of librarians took us through an almost forgotten chapter of Strike Vilakazi’s “Meadowlands” reminding us of the forced removals that took place around the area where the Afrikan Freedom Station is situated.

We moved through the pages of music, and creating a nostalgic time capsule. Journeying through the spirit from Brenda Fassie to Lebo Mathosa and to the distinctive sound of Durban’s house music. Though the genius was in the taste of a very eclectic pudding, as she fused John Coltrane’s ‘Love Supreme’ baseline with lyrics from Professor’s popular song “Jezebel”, and bluesing up one of Boom Shaka’s hit tracks of the 90’s “FREE”.

The lyrics of “FREE”, written by Thembi Seete, express what many of us along with Masello still feel like today 20 years into the new South Africa, “I wanna be free from the chains that are binding me”.

After her last song, we all screamed for ‘one more’, and like fertile soil she humbly gave us one last song. Then she walked off stage like a slender sa ma catalogue on the runway, as we cheeredand stood up to honor her vocal museum meanwhile the band continued to play. We sat outside in the presence of memory covered in cigarette smoke and a cloud of nostalgia, recalling our childhood days and the music that shaped many of us.

Though amidst all the the exciting nostalgia in the presence of memory, the poet in me could not help but feel a hint of sadness creeping from the pavements, that even after such a memorable journey of the spirit we remain a dispossessed and a disconnected people.

And as the poetic statesman once said when restoring the archives of ancient scrolls in Timbuktu, “A people without a knowledge of self, is a people without a sense of direction”.

Masello Motana is without doubt, one of the strongest most candid voices of our generation, and it is with great faith that I pray we not only dance shout and marvel at her genius though rather we actualize her cause: To equip ourselves with the necessary tool that Mattera calls a weapon so we can begin to reclaim the land and rewrit eour true story. Because, many of the congested spaces we call home are overflooding with substances, institutions and systems that teach our children how to forget.

And so it is through memory that we can begin the struggle of reconnecting with the music in our indigenous languages, and Masello’s “vocal museum” is one of the true testaments to that possibility.

“Our true history is before us, for we have yet to build, to create, to achieve. Our very oppression is the flower of opportunity”- Can Themba

May 18, 2015

mareli stolp on Decolonizing music studies at South African universities.

Filed under: music,politics — ABRAXAS @ 11:25 am

For these reasons, the emerging consensus is that our institutions must undergo a process of decolonization both of knowledge and of the university as an institution. The task before us is to give content to this call – which requires that we be clear about what we are talking about.

Achille Mbembe

(This post is informed by two documents: the paper delivered by Achille Mbembe at Stellenbosch University on 30 April 2015, and a ‘work in progress’ article by George King, as well as discussion of these documents at a meeting of the MusicSymposiumSA on 14 May 2015. Both documents are available on request).

Something is brewing at our universities. Students are defacing statues; they are staging silent protests; they are staging loud protests; they are handing over memorandums. The students are raising their voices. And it is high time.

One might ask, why now? Have learners at our institutions of higher learning suddenly become disenchanted with the status quo, or have these discontents been simmering for the past twenty-one years? Is there something particular about the present historical moment that facilitates or enables these instances of dissent?

I don’t have an answer to these questions, nor do I want to try to engage with them in general. This blog deals specifically with music in South Africa, and this post with music education at South African tertiary institutions. And what is true, I believe, is that the present historical moment presents us with an opportunity: to answer the appeal articulated so well by Achille Mbembe, to ‘give content’ to the call for transformation and change at our institutions of higher learning.

Decolonising Wits from African Noise Foundation on Vimeo.

It is perhaps inevitable that the first post on this blog will be a contentious one, dealing as it does with issues of music teaching practice at South African universities. We are, however, admittedly living in interesting times, and these issues need exploring. The ideas put forward here are ‘unfinished’, and this post does not attempt to present a single thesis or viewpoint. I welcome engagement with all the points made here.

Three assumptions inform this post. One: curricula, approaches to teaching and course content at music departments in our universities are in serious need of transformation. Two: such transformation is being actively resisted by members of music departments at our universities. Three: there are ideological reasons for this protection of the status quo.

Dissenting voices from within South African music academe have been present for a while. George King mentions that, already in 1983, Chris Ballantine from the University of KwaZulu Natal (University of Natal back then) raised a number of issues relating to what he saw as the future for music studies in South Africa. In a paper presentation at the Fourth Symposium on Ethnomusicology, Ballantine proposed that music departments in South Africa respond to the radical and progressive restructuring of South African society by asking the question: ‘how could we orientate ourselves academically, how would we find our bearing, if we should decide to align ourselves with the progressive movements for social change in the 80s?’

More than twenty years on, Ballantine’s call for academic re-orientation, for a shift in paradigm at South African music departments, does not appear to have resulted in the kind of debate, transformation or change he had envisioned. His own department was one of the very few to implement significant curriculum changes before the 1990s; during the past twenty or thirty years, most music departments have been resistant to curriculum changes that would shift the focus from Western Art Music to include popular and indigenous musics within their BMus offerings. Although most departments now do include jazz, indigenous and popular music in their courses, the emphasis remains in most cases on Western Art Music. Traditional Western music theory based on the so-called ‘common practice’ period dominates music theory curricula, with little or no space for alternative approaches (and in spite of the fact that this kind of common practice theory has little or no bearing on composition, performance and music-making practices carried out by most South Africans today). ‘Music history’ deals, in most cases, with the history of Western art music, and few attempts are made to discover and include alternative ‘histories’ of music, particularly histories from our own continent and country, in the curriculum. Africa is not a-historical, nor is its music history something which should be relegated to the realm of ‘ethnomusicology’ or ‘cultural studies’ alone – it has a history that simply has not yet been actively researched and articulated.

Why is there such active resistance to transformation and change in our music departments? Why is there such active investment in the protection of a monoculture that favours Western art music above all other musics? Different scholars have suggested possible answers to this question; it is certainly too big a question to attempt to answer in this space. My doctoral dissertation offers some possibilities; it can be viewed here http://scholar.sun.ac.za/handle/10019.1/71885

Mbembe argues that universities tend to view knowledge as separated from the knower: the idea that knowledge can not only be taught from the top down, but generated by those actively involved in the knowledge project, seems anathema to many university lecturers. If we could manage to make a paradigm shift in this regard, and search for ways to provide students with tools for learning rather than just information, we might go a long way towards evening out the power imbalances that exist at our institutions.

How could this be done? In music, a holistic approach where academic and practical work is seen as integrated, mutually informative and equally significant parts of the education process could yield much. This could mean that, for example, a piano student would learn about composition techniques by interrogating the techniques present in the works she is performing: Messaien’s approach to rhythm ceases to be an abstract concept, and becomes something the pianist is intimately acquainted with. Or: the same piano student, after being exposed to Zimbabwean mbira music in an ethnomusicology seminar, experiments with improvisations on the piano incorporating similar scales and rhythmic patterns. Same pianist searches for ways to use performance to interrogate social issues such as accessibility to concert performances, by staging performances outside of the traditional concert hall. There are many possibilities; what these three examples have in common is the notion that learning can happen ‘from the ground up’, through discovery and experimentation, and that knowledge does not necessarily have to be delivered ‘from the top down’.

Such holism could further enable also a bridging of the typical juxtaposition of ‘modern’ and ‘traditional’ approaches to music, allowing music students to be (in the words of Sol Plaatje) both ‘global actors and local citizens’. The hierarchy between ‘Western art music’ and ‘the rest’s music’ must be broken down – on a level playing field, engagement with all musics becomes possible. It is time to move out of the strictures of inherited practices and approaches, and into a space of experimentation: is it more important for a music student to know the correct way to notate a chord progression on a music stave? Or perhaps rather to be enabled to compose a piece of music, using improvisation, electronic resources, found objects or (and) musical instruments? An experimental space allows for new ideas, new ways of knowing to be constructed, rather than existing knowledges to be simply transferred or delivered, ready-made.

Students at South African universities are insisting on change. As role-players in music academe and the music world at large, we have the opportunity to take up this call for transformation and change, for their sake as well as ours. We cannot afford to miss such an opportunity again.

(Mareli Stolp, 15 May 2015).

first published here: https://musicsymposiumsa.wordpress.com/2015/05/15/decolonizing-music-studies-at-south-african-universities/

May 17, 2015

pierre boulez on anton webern

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 1:10 pm


more here: http://soundcheck.wnyc.org/story/10-great-works-20th-century-pierre-boulezs-90th-birthday/

May 14, 2015

pastiche pop

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 4:41 am

“It stands to reason that the music business, famous for its ceaseless attempt to locate a formula for success, has simply reached its natural conclusion in the Age of Pastiche Pop. Indeed, creating a culture of pastiche is simply the search for a successful blueprint, boiled down to its essence: Direct replicas of hits from the past, endlessly replicating.”

mark fisher
ghosts of my life

May 13, 2015

Nico Carstens en sy orkes – Oom Hans se Gemmerdans (Columbia 1950 / 78 rpm)

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 10:08 am

May 4, 2015


Filed under: music,philosophy — ABRAXAS @ 10:04 am

The artists that came to be labelled hauntological were suffused with an overwhelming melancholy; and they were preoccupied with the way in which technology materialised memory.
Mark Fisher
Ghosts of my Life

May 1, 2015

mark fisher on the endlessly repeatable now

Filed under: music,new media politics (k3),philosophy — ABRAXAS @ 2:43 pm

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mark fisher
ghosts of my life

April 17, 2015

lee scratch perry – hold on death

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 1:27 pm

April 13, 2015

charles burnett on the blues

Filed under: film,music — ABRAXAS @ 3:48 pm

“I think you have to play with form and content, like in the blues. The blues is limited in certain ways, there’s a certain formula to it, it’s almost like haiku: the challenge is to create a whole world, and to be inventive, within a very limited structure.”
Charles Burnett.

April 2, 2015

mike perry on winston mankunku ngozi

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 10:33 am


March 29, 2015

on black music and murder

Filed under: music,politics — ABRAXAS @ 1:06 am

“Black music has always known, and not been afraid to acknowledge just how high the stakes of Black thought are. To summarize the final soliloquy of Clay, the protagonist in LeRoi Jones’ (aka Amiri Baraka’s) play Dutchman. You’d better be glad Charlie Parker could play him some horn and Bessie Smith could sing, because if they didn’t make music they might murder you. One would be hard pressed to find another group of people on this planet whose music is a surrogate for murder. One would be hard pressed to (find) another group of people on this planet whose life is a proxy for death.”
— Frank B. Wilderson, III “Do I Stank or was it already Stanky in Here?” or ”Notes from an Impossible Negro”

March 26, 2015

senyaka – r.i.p.

Filed under: 2003 - sharp sharp! (the kwaito story),music — ABRAXAS @ 3:54 pm

March 25, 2015

Scelsi: Cello Music (review)

Filed under: Giacinto Scelsi,music,reviews — ABRAXAS @ 1:00 pm

Note that this text is rather dated and has not been revised.

Giacinto Scelsi (1905-1988) wrote much of his large output for strings, either for solo instruments or in combinations including five quartets. Scelsi’s concentration on string writing began in the mid-50s, at about the time he was writing his last piano suites and eventually abandoning that instrument which had to that time been his primary means of expression. From the mid-50s onward, Scelsi’s most intimate compositions are written for strings — often performing solo, and in many ways this is the heart of his output.

Recently released on CD on Etcetera KTC 1136 is Frances-Marie Uitti performing the Trilogia for solo cello along with Ko-Tha for modified cello. Certainly Trilogia is the major work on the disc, and the center piece of Scelsi’s early output for solo strings. Uitti worked with Scelsi at his home, and this CD is a re-issue of a dutch recording made in 1979. In this way, Uitti is grouped with the performers Michiko Hirayama and the Arditti Quartet which were chosen by Scelsi to record some of his music — and her performance of the Trilogia can be considered definitive. Her control of the multiple-string polyphony is impressive, and she brings a mature polish to some very difficult instrumental work. This recording is a must for anyone interested in Scelsi’s chamber music.

The immense work Trilogia (The Three Ages of Man) is made of three smaller pieces of normal length for Scelsi (each just over thirteen minutes) which were written at different times and combined to form this epic saga. The first of the group is Triphon which can be considered Scelsi’s first real string masterpiece in his new style. According to the CD, this piece dates from 1957 but in two other sources it dates from 1956. One of these sources includes David Simpson’s recording of Triphon on FY 119; Simpson’s performance is good, though the mixing on the recording makes it a little dim, and his interpretation cannot have the historical weight of Uitti’s. However, since Uitti helped in the cataloging of Scelsi’s music, the date 1957 might be more accurate; in this case, there is not much difference but other works have a greater spread in the date assigned to them.

Anyway, Triphon (1956) represents a culmination of Scelsi’s string writing in the mid-50s. This ouput begins with Divertimenti for solo violin of which there are five; the third (1955) is recorded on Accord 200622. Scelsi apparently used the title Divertimento because these pieces are in a traditional tonal idiom — however, they are quite serious and show Scelsi’s incredible mastery of this idiom. Another earlier work is Coelocanth (1955) for solo viola (also on Accord 200622) which shows something of a transition between the traditional style and the style of Triphon. Here the first movements sound a bit unsure, but the last really looks forward to the polyphonic style which was to occupy Scelsi for the next ten years. Triphon is subtitled “Youth – Energy – Drama” and is a work of intense individuality, which would be very difficult to anticipate from Coelocanth or any other music. Here Scelsi begins the use of two kinds of metallic mutes for individual strings, and the first movement consists mainly of a slow recitative in the lower register under a fast buzzing (achieved via individual metallic mutes, at times scraping) interplay in upper voices. The sound is quite intense, and is somewhat reminiscent of the buzz of indian sitar. The third movement Drama is indeed highly dramatic, and consists of Scelsi’s intense polyphonic style in which different voices use different forms of ornamentation concurrently (presenting unusual instrumental problems for the performer.) There is certainly some violence in this work, but after repeated hearings the overall effect is not a violent one — indeed, the sharp overtone sprectrum on a sitar is considered not at all aggresive in India.

The second part of the Trilogia is the single-movement work Dithome which the CD dates also from 1957. I find this date rather dubious, but have no other references. There is quite a bit of stylistic difference between Triphon and Dithome, though some of that can certainly be ascribed to their different stated descriptive intentions. The subtitle of Dithome is “Maturity – Energy – Thought” which obviously shows reference to the earlier work, however it is in one long movement — possibly Scelsi’s longest (the longest recorded) and probably the most exhausting. The sound world of this piece corresponds much more closely to the Quartet No. 2 (1961) than to Triphon, and in fact represents something of a companion piece to that epoch-making Quartet (for that reason, I suspect the date may be as late as 1960 though the more I listen to Scelsi, the more I wonder about dating his music at all.) Here there is even more concentrated use of microtonal interplay between voices as well as unisons, the overall effect is much more calm and polished. Concerning Scelsi’s use of unisons in polyphony, it is important to note that in the composer’s 80-word autobiography he mentions his “medieval education” which apparently had some consequence for him — and his use of unisons and open intervals can be seen as a continuation of Binchois and Ockeghem some five hundred years later. Scelsi’s inspiration is quite cosmopolitan in almost every conceivable sense of the term. At any rate, Dithome can be viewed as an ABCBA form in which the middle section is much expanded, at times homophonic and songlike and at times involving quick microtonal manipulations, always more restrained than Triphon which neglects homophony. The A-sections are single voice melodies, the second recapitulating the first. The B-sections are intense microtonal polyphony (which took me more than a little effort to follow), as impressive and powerful as anything in Scelsi’s output. Dithome is a symmetric piece (though nothing is repeated exactly) and as opposed to the Quartet No. 4, it is centrally symmetric. Also as opposed to Quartet No. 4 where the second “half” is arguably more intense than the first, in Dithome the first B-section is by far the most challenging; whereas the fourth quartet is a study in the path of least resistance and sneaks up on a listener, Dithome packs a big punch in the first moments. Exactly how the form relates to the poetic title, I am not sure — though the B-section will surely impart some listening maturity.

The third part of the Trilogia is the piece Ygghur (which means catharsis in Sanskrit) which is again in three movements and subtitled “Old Age – Memories – Catharsis.” The CD dates it from 1961, though other sources date it from 1965 — in this case, the dating is more interesting since Ygghur is notated on one stave per string which Scelsi officially began in 1964 with the fourth Quartet, making the 1965 date seem reasonable. Another piece, one of the Scelsi’s masterpieces Elegia per Ty (recorded on Accord 200622) is also notated one stave per string and has the conflicting dates 1958 and 1966 associated with it. Given that Scelsi often recorded a piece (at least in the case of piano music) and only subsequently had it notated, it seems plausible that these pieces may have been completely composed and even performed on the the earlier dates and only notated in final form after the issue of notation was resolved. This idea is rather interesting since Scelsi’s orchestral output came mostly from the early-60s, and makes his creative work in the late 50s truly awesome (in which case pieces like the Quattro Pezzi on a single note (1959) can be seen as simplifications not so much for personal study and eventual expansion, but to help the listener with the music already composed.) Whether or not there is any truth to this, Ygghur is notated one stave per string and therefore deserves to be considered with Scelsi’s mature summations of his string style dating from the mid-60s, these being the Quartet No. 4 (1964), Xnoybis (1964) for solo violin, Ygghur (1965) for solo cello, Manto (1966) for solo viola along with the Duo for violin and cello (1965) and Elegia per Ty (1966) for viola and cello. Within this group (though I have not heard Manto, which I hope will be released soon), Ygghur is much more personal than the extremely technical (and perhaps instructional) Quartet No. 4 which is a study in pure form, and the highly intense and technical Xnoybis which is extremely difficult. It is also rather easier than any of these pieces which makes the 1961 date more plausible, though the difficulty may have been reduced in order not to overwhelm the other pieces in the Trilogia (which the Elegia certainly would.)

Scelsi apparently wrote six duos for strings. In addition to the two from this period using the cello, there is Arc-en-ciel (1973) for two violins, Nuits for two double bases, and two others which are still unknown. The Duo for violin and cello is seen as a study for the Elegia (though if the 1958 date is accurate this is rather dubious, unless as purely a study in notation) and consists of two movements which are basically independent illustrations; the power of the two illustrations should not be underestimated though, and the work builds somewhat on Xnoybis and also makes for a good introduction to the mid-60s ouput (the Quartet No. 4 is really formally simpler than any of these pieces.) The Elegia is an astonishing, mournful masterpiece which continues to show new aspects — it is very difficult to digest. By the fourth Quartet, Scelsi’s string writing is so expanded that a quartet sounds like an orchestra and so these duos represent an important level in his chamber music, perhaps taking the place of the traditional quartet.

Returning to Ygghur, the first movement “Old Age” anticipates/recalls the first movement of the Elegia, with its concentration on poignancy. The second movement “Memories” echoes much of Scelsi’s output to that time, though in particular the slow “gong” movement of the first quartet and anything else in disembodied form. The final movement “Catharsis” is mostly in high registers, very restrained, and looks forward to much of Scelsi’s string writing in the late-60s and the early 70s with their slow, restrained microtonal glissandi; as such it is not really as successful, though it takes some audacity to even attempt a movement on catharsis specifically. Whatever its position with respect to Scelsi’s 60s string ouput, Ygghur represents a fitting conclusion to the Trilogia and it can be assumed that it was at this point when the complete Trilogia was assembled.

In 1974, Scelsi wrote two more pieces for solo cello collectively titled Voyages. One of these, Le Fleuve Magique, has been recorded by Robin Clavreuil on Adda 581189. This piece hardly exists: it is only two minutes long and operates in fleeting harmonics. Nonetheless, it takes the listener on a real voyage and it is in such brief passages that Scelsi’s genius can be most easily felt. In addition to the Trilogia, Uitti’s CD includes Ko-Tha “A Dance of Shiva” which was arranged for six-string cello by Uitti in 1978 and recorded in Rome. The original was for amplified guitar, though one wonders whether Scelsi may have had the south indian veena in mind (which was played with electronic pickups by the late great Balachander) since the sound evokes the veena, though the lack of melody is certainly not indian. This piece consists largely of quickly arpeggiated, decaying chords much as in Aitsi (1974). In this case, there is also some rapping on the body of the cello. The piece is rather engaging, and an extreme example of one aspect of Scelsi’s late music.

As a whole, the Trilogia represents much of Scelsi’s mature style in an epic journey through his life. It is extremely powerful music reduced to its barest essentials for a single cello, yet producing at times a huge variety and intensity of sound. It is one of Scelsi’s masterpieces, and sure to take its place in all modern cello repertoires.

first published here:

March 10, 2015

stephanus muller : Contemporary South African Interfaces with Aspects of Adornian Musical Thought

Filed under: music,philosophy,stephanus muller — ABRAXAS @ 12:52 pm



One of the most liberating discoveries I made during my latter University career, was that the most important questions had no definitive answers. To those who have already discovered with José Saramago that ‘everything we say and write adds to what exists’, this may not be a highly revelatory statement. Yet, to me, the product of a traditional lower middle-class Afrikaner education and upbringing, this was nothing short of a revelation. As a Calvinist, it had the seed of blasphemy inherent in the vague outlines of the yet as unthought intimations of the idea. Until this realization dawned upon me, words represented the chains of knowledge that had to be acquired, of social abstractions (some prefer to call them laws) that had to be obeyed.


At the time of my under-graduate studies at the University of Pretoria, South Africa was still a country in which the Law of the Father governed reality and thought to an extraordinary degree. In spite of this, an aspiring musician like myself could not but sense that music embodied the impotence of counter-intuitive rationality. It confounded ‘the answer’, and mocked at those who claimed to possess it. But outside music and on a larger scale, outside the Faculty of Arts, one would be justified in thinking, answers exist. Natural science, the domain of empirical and objective science, stands proud in its professed ability to answer the most fundamental questions of our existence. For most of the twentieth-century, it was physics that had within its grasp a single theory of how the universe works. Though the work of Einstein and Max Planck shattered the world of Newtonian physics by the 1930s, it was thought that the achievement of a single theory of everything was just a matter of time. Towards the end of the previous century, it was mostly the biological sciences that had seized the initiative. The human genome, life itself and the very essence of what constituted it, was being mapped, understood and used. Yet even at the ‘optimistic’ beginning of the twenty-first century (that is, ‘optimistic’ in terms of scientific discovery), there is some doubt that even the ‘objective’ sciences believe that universal answers exist. What distinguishes the people in white coats in the laboratories of physics and biological sciences from those in black coat tails and white bow ties, is that the former have to keep working towards the explication of ultimate objective truth, even though the prerequisites for proving such truth may no longer exist, whereas those active in the cultural sphere can no longer recognize the premise of ‘objective’ Truth.

How has this happened? What does it mean? Is it a liberating thought, or is it in fact the onset of intellectual paralysis? Should we not fear a world in which answers not only evade us, but where we doubt their existence and where the anarchy of disintegration and doubt becomes the norm? Are we in the middle of a crisis, and if so, is it a cultural crisis or a socio-economic one?



Enter Theodor Wiesengrund Adorno. As a Marxist philosopher of the so-called Frankfurt School, he is not the kind of figure to whom one would naturally look for an endorsement of the post-modern malaise I have just outlined. Although he is far from a vulgar Marxist and refused to have his 1931 essay ‘Zur gesellschaftlichen Lage der Musik’ republished because of what he came to see as its crude application of Marxist theory, on one level at least (that of sociological critique), his is a thought-world of structure, more specifically of basic economic structures (or ‘means of production’) imposing their logic on the superstructures of culture and society. His contemptuous criticism of the sociologist Karl Mannheim’s ‘sociology of reason’ illustrate this amply. Talk of a ‘cultural crisis’, he writes, ‘transforms real suffering into spiritual guilt, denounces civilization, and generally works to the advantage of barbarism’.


It is not unreasonable in a world of structure to look for logic (even if it is the logic of the irrational), causality, linearity and, ultimately, answers. Yet we find in Adorno’s intractable writing a resistance to linear interpretation. As Max Paddison writes, ‘For Adorno, truth lies in the particular which evades the universalizing tendency of conceptual thought.’ In fact, what one finds in Adorno’s aesthetics is an alternative to traditional logic which is presented in the form of the ‘constellation’, which was in due course to become his famous ‘negative dialectics’. Adorno describes the idea of ‘constellations’ as follows:

It is not a matter of clarifying concepts out of one another, but of the constellation of ideas … One does not refer back to these ideas as ‘invariants’; the issue is not to define them, rather they gather around a concrete historical facticity that, in the context of these elements, will reveal itself in its uniqueness.


Adorno’s ‘concepts’ are of dual character and are mainly focussed on the relation between history and nature and the rupture between self and forms. But even though a basic understanding of the Adornian concepts and intellectual context is required when attempting a reading of his texts, his writing is difficult to come to grips with even if one approaches his texts prepared. Accusations of stylistic obscurantism and methodological inconsistency are not uncommon. One of the reasons for this is his intractable prose: a difficult, obstinate and seemingly purposeful stacking of paradoxes, antimony, long and clumsy sentence construction (in part the result of translations from his mostly German writing), ellipses, hyperbole and a resulting degree of abstraction that belies his judgment that ‘Idealism can be overcome only when the freedom to conceptualize through abstraction is sacrificed.’ For Adorno, truth is most effectively attainable in the ‘fragment’, the detail that implodes the false totality of reality. Therefore his aphorism: ‘das Ganze is das Unwahre’ (the whole is the false).


Built into music-philosophical texts like Philosophie der neuen Musik, and to a lesser degree in the essays contained in Prismen and Quasi una Phantasia, is the temptation not to take it seriously, luring the hermeneutic exercise astray eventually to crash on the rocks of frustration and angry indignation. There are good reasons for this reaction of readers when confronted with the work of Adorno. He pontificates with the dogmatism ironically best captured in his own opinion that ‘a German is someone who cannot tell a lie without believing it himself’? He is contentious, intolerant, blunt and a cultural snob. And his insults are administered free of prejudice. In a paragraph guaranteed to arouse indignation in gentle grandmothers listening to Sondagversoeke, he writes of Gounod’s Ave Maria:

[Gounod’s Méditation sur le Prélude de Bach] … is a piece of sacred pop music featuring one of those Magdalenes notable equally for their penitence and their seductiveness. Overcome with remorse, they reveal all. Thus saccharined religion becomes the bourgeois cloak for a tolerated pornography. It’s basic gesture is supplication in pious self-abandonment. The soul delivers itself into the hand of the Almighty with uplifted skirt.

Or in a typical passage on jazz:

Just as no piece of jazz can, in a musical sense, be said to have a history, just as all its components can be moved about at will, just as no single measure follows from the logic of the musical progression – so the perennial fashion becomes the likeness of a planned congealed society, not so different from the nightmare vision of Huxley’s Brave New World.


Visiting South African composer Hubert du Plessis once, he told me while showing me his house: ‘A house should contain kitsch.’ Adorno writes ‘The positive element of kitsch lies in the fact that it sets free for a moment the glimmering realization that you have wasted your life.’ So, whether one is fond of one’s kitsch, or has any beliefs left at the beginning of the twenty-first century, whether one dares to hope, or if one is moderately well adjusted in society, whether one is German or not, African or not, been to Oxford or not, like Stravinsky or not, partake in the consumer society in which we live or not; Adorno’s salvo’s are sure to provoke and infuriate.

The temptation is frequently overpowering to react to this kind of work by criticizing the critique, with the result being the creation of a kind of meta-critique that fails to dent the facade of Adorno’s prose. But to learn from Adorno, to extract a measure of meaningfulness, one has to engage with his work by reference to the criteria that he acknowledges, without applying external norms that he rejects. In short, adopt Adorno’s own ‘cherished principle of criticism’.



But then there is of course also the question of what to do with a Marxian-based philosophy of music at the beginning of the twenty-first century. One is hesitant to say that we still find ourselves in a postmodern Zeitgeist, as voices have been sounding since the early nineties to herald the end of postmodernism (as indeed the end of history). The fact is that Western human sciences have extensively enmeshed themselves in postmodern practices for the past thirty years or so, and that the inherent theoretical discrepancies in postmodernist practice have imposed a definite ‘sell-by’ date on the possibilities of this radically disruptive practice. It is therefore not difficult to believe that as ‘the short twentieth-century’ ended in 1991 (to use Eric Hobsbawm’s chronology), postmodernism as an intellectual fad has expired. Of course there has always been a problem with intellectual fashions that could only ever be defined in terms of what preceded it: postmodernism, post-structuralism, post-Apartheid. But this is how we arrive at the question: If postmodernism has lost its sting through its inevitable institutionalization, what will replace it?


Of course this is not a question that is limited to late-twentieth-century musical thought. The end of the twentieth-century world order in the early nineties left historians (who are seldom good prophets), politicians and economists in the same uncomfortable zone of uncertainty. It is now clear that the so-called Cold War was essential in politically stabilizing the world, especially the West, as the rampant monetarism and free-market economics started exposing the cracks between the assumptions on which it had been built and the systematic negation of those assumptions. The disintegration of the USSR finally removed the stabilizing constraints of the Cold War, so that we are faced at the beginning of the twenty-first century with an uncertain, unstable and utterly unpredictable future. We are at the mercy of markets, over which all key role players have acknowledged, no effective controls exist. And if one is looking for reasons to explore the philosophical thought of Adorno at the beginning of this century, it is not only because he is the greatest thinker on music of the previous century. It is also because Marxian-based thought has, paradoxically, acquired a second life after the disintegration of the USSR.


In the time of high modernisms, Adorno formulated the aesthetic crisis with his well-known aphorism: ‘To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric’. His melancholy thought is indelibly formed by the thirty-one-years-war (again drawing on Hobsbawm’s depiction of the First- and Second World Wars) of through which he lived and specifically by the rise and triumph of fascism in Germany which forced him into exile. The Enlightenment, that project of civilization on which man was launched in the eighteenth-century, came to an abrupt end when an assassin’s bullet killed Archduke Ferdinand in 1914 in Sarajevo. This was affirmed in the mushroom clouds over Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945. By that time Marxism in the Soviet Union had already failed, although Western monitors still thought it possible in the fifties and early sixties that the Soviet model could eventually surpass and threaten the Western capitalist one. But in the 1950s the West entered upon the Golden Period of economic growth that would make people in the developed countries better off than ever before. The failure of Marxism in the authoritarian USSR and the ‘success’ of the free-market with its concomitant mass consumption, in equal measure presented Adorno with a sense of crisis in terms of the free Subject in society. Perhaps one can say that in the years immediately following the Second World War, Adorno already anticipated the circumstances in which we find ourselves today. Or more accurately, that he diagnosed the symptoms of the disease long before most people recognized that the patient was ill.


This is not the only interface that exists between our world and that of Adorno. Adorno is not to be relieved of responsibility for the collapse of the possibility of general meaning characterizing postmodern thought. His is no orthodox Marxism, drawing as it does on Hegel, Weber and Nietzsche, but it is in a sense a classical modernist philosophy that retains the concept of the Subject, even though that concept has become problematic and fractured. The relativity of postmodern thought is alien to Adorno (even though it can be said that his work resists systematization), but one finds in the fractious prose, the preference for the short essay and the antimonious aphorisms, the seeds of a postmodern practice. Even though Adorno is in sharp disagreement with existentialists like Karl Jaspers in the way that meaning collapses when it is located only in ‘being’, he is in favour of describing the ‘ “unbiased” registration of facts as a fiction’. Though he constructs elaborate rational scaffolding to keep erect the structures of his own thought-system, these structures exist within the magnetic fields of a so-called ‘facticity’. And just as he doubted the facticity of ‘nature’, preferring to designate it under the influence of Lucács as ‘second nature’, i.e. reified history and society (or myth), we can today look on Adorno and dismiss even the so-called ‘objective’ structures that constituted his ‘facticity’. His theory of musical material stands in direct contradiction to the idea of ‘nature’ as ‘invariance’ in music as expounded in Hindemith’s Unterweisung im Tonsatz, where the emphasis on ‘natural laws’ reveals a belief in the composer’s access to the ‘raw material’ of art. Probably developed from Schoenberg’s Harmonielehre, Adorno views musical material as always-already mediated historically and he subscribes to the view that the immanent dynamic of the material to which the composer has to respond is, above all, a dynamic resulting from cultural and historical forces rather than natural ones. It is this critical application to the semblance (Schein) of music, that opens the door to a postmodern critique that ultimately undermines Adorno’s own aesthetic premises.



‘There can be no poetry after Auschwitz.’ Not no thought, not no answers. No poetry. By extension: no art. One of Adorno’s most famous aphorisms. What could he, the master of the melancholy science, the undertaker of the aesthetic, have meant? Perhaps that true music ultimately has to fall silent, as he writes in his essay on Schoenberg in Prisms. In her reportage on the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission, Antjie Krog writes:

No poetry should come forth from this. May my hand fall off if I write this. So I sit around. Naturally and unnaturally without words. Stunned by the knowledge of the price people have paid for their words. If I write this, I exploit and betray. If I don’t, I die. Suddenly my grandmother’s motto comes to mind: when in despair, bake a cake. To bake a cake is a restorative process.


Words. ‘If I write this, I exploit and betray.’ The inadequacy of words to express the horror. ‘If I don’t, I die.’ The need to speak or die, to create meaning or die, to break the silence or die. Alternatively, we can turn to baking cake. The replacement of art by banal utilitarian ritual. The first prize basaarkoek of the baasbakster the highest expression we may aspire to. And yes, maybe this is all we dare aspire to after the calamitous twentieth-century, in our country spelt ‘A-P-A-R-T-H-E-I-D’. Perhaps it is perverse to enjoy the harmonic innovations of Chopin, the linear genius of Bach, the witticisms and craftsmanship of Grové, if the overwhelming majority of people on my doorstep cannot satisfy basic human needs: safety, shelter, food, and frequently: life. Perverse also to occupy the liberal white comfort zone: I am young, I am guiltless, I am not racist, I live in a free and democratic country, I have ‘high culture’ and I flaunt it.


Art, Adorno says, is not culture. Culture is acquiescent, conformist, reflects the false consciousness of unity or totality. True art is confrontational, uncomfortable, exhaustingly engaged in an immanent dialectic with society. ‘The authentic artists of the present’, he writes, ‘are those in whose works there shudders the aftershock of the most extreme horror.’ This leads one to reflect on what kind of society one lives in and what the role is of the art that you practice (if it is art and not only culture), in this society. If this sounds vaguely familiar, it is because living in South Africa at this time (and here I explicitly do not mean the South Africa of anodyne American shopping malls and muzak), it should be. When I started out on my BMus performing arts training at the University of Pretoria, I had organ lessons with the late professor Stefaans Zondagh. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he mentioned that music ‘needed’ only two categories of people for its continued survival: composers and performers. ‘The rest’, he would add with the air of one flinging down the gauntlet, ‘is all froth’. This was a generally accepted wisdom articulated by a much respected musician and teacher with whom one did not enter into an argument as an undergraduate. In the South Africa of today we are starting to realize, however, how vital the role is that political, social and economic structures play in the creative process. Music does not exist of the volition of composers and performers alone. Structures determine or influence outcomes, also creative ones.


But Zondagh’s belief also indicates a stubborn refusal to accept what we have in actual fact known for quite a long time, namely that ‘the musical work’ is a fiction, an historical product of only two centuries of musical development. The autonomy of music, i.e. the alleged sovereignty of the ‘work of art’ in its elevated Wagnerian sense, held no sway over music production before the eighteenth-century. Even when I was studying music as an undergraduate, I was frequently plagued by the notion that the praxis of what I was doing was somewhat artificial, somewhat unreal in the surroundings in which I found myself. Bach in Africa, Beethoven in Pretoria and Verdi, Verdi, Verdi wherever you went to one of the regional opera houses. Today this sense of the unreality of high culture in South Africa has come back to haunt those involved in it. Whereas in the past dispensation these feelings of unease (if acknowledged) could be pondered at leisure, the political imperative now exists to rationalize the ‘functions’ of music, musicians and musicologists, and the very existence of these entities. What is it we do? What is it we do here? Why do we do it? The demand springs from a dual dilemma: the ‘whiteness’ of institutionalized academic (i.e. ‘high culture’) sound in a vehemently nationalistic African ideological atmosphere, and the moral debris that the Truth and Reconciliation Commission has left in its wake and that demands an answer to the question: Can there be poetry after Auschwitz? Can there be fugues after Vlakplaas?


Stefaans Zondagh was, of course, a practical musician. And as things stand at South African tertiary institutions such figures wield enormous power. He therefore took for granted his right to pursue music as performance art at a university. Jacques P. Malan, one of the most articulate and perceptive of the first generation South African musicologists, had this to say on this issue at his inaugural lecture as Professor of Music and first Head of the Toonkunsakademie at the University of Pretoria:

Dit kan seker as aksiomaties aanvaar word, dat die hooftaak van ‘n universitêre musiekdepartment geleë is in die beoefening van musiek as wetenskap … Die totaalstudie van Musiek, soos ons dit hier [in Suid-Afrika] toepas, is dus nie sonder gevare nie en dit bly ‘n saak van die opperste belang, om nie net ‘n sorgvuldige balans te handhaaf nie, maar om veral in die spesialisering wat volg op die basiese totaalstudie, d.w.s. in die nagraadse werk, die wetenskap ten volle tot sy reg te laat kom. Daarmee regverdig die Musiekdepartment sy verbintenis met die universiteit. Skuif die klem te veel na die musiekpraktyk, kan die musiek alte maklik ‘n luukse sieraad, ‘n mooi speelding word, wat in tye van finansiële druk as ‘n belasting beskou kan word.

It is therefore logical for Malan to conclude:

[Deur die volste moontlike integrasie van Musiek, as wetenskap en as kuns, by die idee van die Universiteit] … sal ‘n universitêre Musiekdepartement ook die sterkste uitstraling en die blywendste invloed na buite bereik. Die weg daarheen lê nie langs die voetligte van konsertsale nie, alhoewel ook dit ‘n rol speel; veel eerder lê dit in die bereiking van ‘n rustige dieptegang wat rekening hou met die onpeilbaarheid en betreklikheid van alle dinge, maar ook met hulle samehorigheid; want
“als is enkeld, als verlang
na heelal en na samehang”
en ‘n Musiekdepartment wat nie ‘n lewende lid van die universitêre liggaam is nie, kan maklik ‘n losse aanhangsel word, wel geduld maar nouliks gerespekteer. Die musiek moet in sy dubbele hoedanigheid as wetenskap en as kuns ten volle verteenwoordigend van die universiteitsidee wees en dit ook bly.

If South African musicology has contributed to the sense of music as culture rather than art, it may be because the balance Malan speaks of has been neglected to the detriment of institutionalized discourse about music and to the overwhelming benefit of unthinking musical practice. Both politically and institutionally, our legacy mitigates against music or discourse about music being read as somehow relating to the society in which it happens.



Adorno not only challenges this self-satisfied and sterile notion of music-as-circus-act, but he also forces us to face the impotence of language to conceptualize music. As Max Paddison writes:

The contradiction at the heart of Adorno’s whole enterprise, and one which is directly linked to the stylistic virtuosity of his writing, is that, for a philosopher, the only access to the non-conceptual is via the concept. This, to use a favourite phrase of Adorno’s is what constitutes the tour de force of his texts – that they attempt to use the power of the concept to undermine the concept and thereby enable the non-conceptual to speak. For Adorno, the epitome of the ‘non-conceptual’ and ‘non-identical’ is art, and in particular the ‘autonomous’ music of the bourgeois period, regarded as a mode of ‘cognition without concepts. Thus the interpretation of music and of musical works hits up against the problem of conceptualizing the non-conceptual, of ‘identifying the non-identical’, in its most extreme form.


If we define musicology as institutionalized discourse about music, we have to realize that language, and specifically metaphor, is the analogical procedure with which we attempt to come to grips with the challenges of music. Analysts like Heinrich Schenker have tried to minimize the contribution of language to our comprehension of musical ‘truth’, but eventually even Schenkerian analytical frameworks depend on language (some would even say they are poetic). Adorno’s ‘thick’ writing and superpositioning of meanings are efforts to overcome this intellectual articulation-disability. Even though the complexity of the Adornian text provides little options other than to dissect the essays in order to arrive at the system that exists on its own terms in the subcutaneous layers of the writing, it is worth remembering that meaning is lost when Adorno’s thought is staged as an uninterrupted linear sequence.


Like medical students dissecting a cadaver to identify the elements of human anatomy, the Adornian text can be carefully taken apart. But in the same way that dissection precludes the possibility of seeing human physiology in action with regard to the dissected cadaver, we cannot hope to see the dialectical character of Adorno’s thought in action when working with segments of text. There are meanings in Adorno that function only on a macro-level, where two words assume meaning only when they are not separated, when two paragraphs make sense only in juxtaposition and when a thought process becomes possible only because of the paradoxes and veils that surround it. Adorno teaches that it is sometimes necessary to write 5000 words in order to formulate one insight that brings us a step closer to understanding. And often that understanding is not a conclusion, but an awareness.


But then Adorno is also the reminder that the formulation of questions, rather than answers, is the way in which musicologists should practice a discipline in which there are no facts, only more or less convincing constructions. As Freud’s psycho-analytical work is best read as fiction and not science (and this despite the fact that he was a medical doctor), and in spite of the quasi-scientific milieu in which they work, musicologists mostly create fictions. To our métier belong master storytellers, cataloguers, prophets, boring pedants, charlatans and liars. Not one of us can claim ‘truth’ or ‘objectivity’.


What can we still learn from Adorno today in South Africa? I would say above all to ask questions, to answer those questions in a manner that the answers lead only to more questions, and not to be afraid to write about music in a way that excludes most readerships (does anybody outside the field understand anything of Murray Gell-Mann’s quarks?). Musicology is a specialist field. In defiance of the liberal-democratic ideologies that permeate universities today in South Africa, Adorno teaches us that sometimes we write only for specialists, and then possibly only for one or two specialists. Cognition, and music-as-cognition must not allow itself to be restricted by the limitations of consciousness of the masses and of class domination. This Adornian ethos is a radical political statement that is not only imperative if we are to maintain academic integrity – it is also the precondition for the expansion of our knowledge.

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March 9, 2015

borges on the guitar

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 2:14 pm

The guitar was a popular instrument when I was a boy. Then you would find people strumming the guitar, not too skillfully, at nearly every street corner of every town. Some of the best tangos were composed by people who couldn’t write them nor read them. But of course they had music in their souls, as Shakespeare might have said. So they dictated them to somebody: They were played on the piano, and they got written down, and they were published for the literate people. I remember I met one of them — Ernesto Poncio. He wrote “Don Juan,” one of the best tangos before the tangos were spoiled by the Italians in La Boca and so on: I mean, when the tangos came from the criolla. He once said to me, “I have been in jail many times, Señor Borges, but always for manslaughter!” What he meant to say was that he wasn’t a thief or a pimp.

skwatta kamp – umoya (r.i.p. flabba)

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 10:58 am

March 6, 2015

on the harp

Filed under: african noise foundation,music — ABRAXAS @ 8:10 pm

Our life is bound with the forest. Every initiation is related to the forest. The relationship between the people and the forest is seen in the ritual. The harp, or what we call the gombi, is crucial. In the strings of the harp are the intestines of our first ancestor, the first men who lived in the forest. It is the main instrument in the initiation ceremony, and it was the first religion of the forest.
Ernest of Gabon
quoted in The Masque of Africa

March 4, 2015

art bears – on suicide

Filed under: Carina Venter,music — ABRAXAS @ 2:04 pm

scholarship available for jazz studies at stellenbosch university

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 12:30 pm


February 28, 2015

a slap in the face for peter klatzow

Filed under: michael blake,music — ABRAXAS @ 9:06 am


February 17, 2015

an interview with kyle shepherd

Filed under: 2010 - the exhibition of vandalizim,music — ABRAXAS @ 4:33 am


keep reading this interview here: http://www.musicinafrica.net/interview-kyle-shepherd

January 29, 2015

Nakhane Touré

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 9:29 am

January 27, 2015


Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 10:49 am

Sound Cloud 2 tracks FREE AS SOUND / ZIMUNGU

with: Pat Matshikiza – Piano Vocals & Grunts / Kevin Gibson & Lulu Gontsana (RIP) – Drums / Zim Ngqawana (RIP) – Sax / Victor Masondo – Bass / Johnny Mekoa – Trumpet.

Recorded in the 3rd Ear / Tusk Music Mobile in Durban by David Marks & Produced by Darius Brubeck,


PAT VUYISILE MATSHIKIZA – (20.11.1938 – 29.12.2014) RIP. Sad to open 2015 with the news that another obscure SAfrican musician friend and legendary jazz pianist has departed into the great unknown, and, unheard of within the confines of our shallow commercial music media mainstream. Pat was an iconic, hidden living treasure. One of South Africa’s jazz greats he was part of a music family dynasty: son of pianist Meekly Matshikiza, nephew to Uncle Todd ‘King Kong’ Matshikiza and cousin to the late John Matshikiza (author & Journalist)from Queenstown, Eastern Cape. 3rd Ear Music suspects that in 2015 the music media and the commercial record industry pack will fall over themselves to look, learn and listen to what Pat Mat The Hat was about; too little too late, again. He was extraordinary – that’s who and what Pat was – and you have only yourselves to blame for missing one of SAfrica’s legendary and colourful jazz musician characters. These 2 tracks were part of a 10 track recording session on the 5th November 1990 and were never issued: FREE AS SOUND / ZIMUNGU featured Pat Matshikiza – Piano Vocals & Grunts / Kevin Gibson & Lulu Gontsana (RIP) – Drums / Zim Ngqawana (RIP) – Sax / Victor Masondo – Bass / Johnny Mekoa – Trumpet. Recorded in the 3rd Ear / Tusk Music Mobile in Durban by David Marks & Produced by Darius Brubeck, and re-mastered in 2006 by David from a VHS PCM Audio tape. HY ARCHIVE AUDIO CDR ONLY – NOT FINALIZED (p)(c) 1990 – 2014.

January 21, 2015

beware of the white man

Filed under: andile mngxitama,music,politics — ABRAXAS @ 8:07 pm

January 11, 2015

third world war – preaching violence

Filed under: music,politics — ABRAXAS @ 1:00 pm

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