April 26, 2016


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March 23, 2016

Revival – Ndingene’Nam

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Jerusalema E Ncha – Jo’Khalefo Ea Molimo

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Barorisi Ba Morena – He’s My Lord

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One night, I don’t know why, they changed our number. The scene of the new sketch was the London Embankment. My misgivings were immediate, our little English girls were expected to sing, off key and ostensibly on the banks of the Thames at night, while I played the part of a policeman. A totally silent role, walking up and down in front of the parapet. Suddenly, when I’d stopped thinking about it, their singing grew louder than life itself and steered fate in the direction of calamity. While they were singing, I couldn’t think of anything but all the poor world’s misery and my own, those tarts with their singing made my heart burn like tuna fish. I thought I’d digested it, forgotten the worst! But this was the worst of all, a song that couldn’t make it … And as they sang, they wiggle-waggled, to try and bring it off. A fine mess, all of a sudden we were knee deep in misery … No mistake! Mooning about in the fog! Their lament was dripping with misery, it made me grow older from minute to minute. Panic oozed from the very stage set. And nothing could stop them. They didn’t seem to understand all the harm their song was doing us all … They laughed and flung out their legs in perfect time, while lamenting their entire life … When it comes to you from so far, with such sureness of aim, you can’t mistake it and you can’t resist.

Misery was everywhere, in spite of the luxurious hall; it was on us, on the set, it overflowed, it drenched the whole earth. Those girls were real artists … Abject misery poured out of them, and they made no attempt to stop it or even understand it. Only their eyes were sad. The eyes aren’t enough. They sang the calamity of existence, and they didn’t understand. They mistook it for love, nothing but love, the poor little things had never been taught anything else. Supposedly, they were singing about some little setback in love. That’s what they thought! When you’re young and you don’t know, you mistake everything for love trouble …

Where go … where I look …
It’s only for you … ou …
Only for you … ou …

That’s what they sang.

It’s a mania with the young to put all humanity into one ass, just one, the dream of dreams, mad love. Maybe later they would find out where all that ended, when their rosiness had fled, when the no-nonsense misery of their lousy country had engulfed them, all sixteen of them, with their hefty mare’s thighs and their bobbing tits … The truth is that misery already had the darlings by the neck, by the waist, they couldn’t escape. By the belly, by the breath, by every cord of their thin, off-key voices.

Misery was inside them. No costume, no spangles, no lights, no smile could fool her, delude her about her own, misery finds her own wherever they may hide; it just amuses her to let them sing silly songs of hope while waiting their turn … Those things awaken misery, caress and arouse her …

That’s what our unhappiness, our terrible unhappiness comes to, an amusement.

So to hell with people who sing love songs! Love itself is misery and nothing else, misery lying out of our mouths, the bitch, and nothing else. She’s everywhere, don’t wake her, not even in pretense. She never pretends. And yet those English girls went through their routine three times a day, with their backdrop and accordion tunes. It was bound to end badly.

I didn’t interfere, but don’t worry, I saw the catastrophe coming.

First one of the girls fell sick. Death to cuties who stir up calamity! Let ’em croak, we’ll all ber better off! And while we’re at it, don’t hang around street corners near accordion players, as often as not that’s where you’ll catch it, where the truth will strike. A Polish girl was hired to take the place of the sick one in their act. The Polish chick coughed too, when she wasn’t doing anything else. She was tall and pale, powerfully built. We made friends right away. In two hours I knew all about her soul, as far as her body was concerned, I had to wait a while. This girl’s mania was mutilating her nervous system with impossible crushes. Naturally, what with her own unhappiness, she slid into the English girls’ lousy song like a knife into butter. Their song began very nicely, like all popular songs it didn’t seem to mean a thing, and then your heart began to droop, it made you so sad that listening to it you lost all desire to live, because it’s true that everything, youth and all that, comes to nothing, and then you start harking to the words, even after the song was over and the tune had gone home to sleep in its own bed, its honest-to-goodness bed, the tomb where everything ends. Two choruses, and you felt a kind of longing for the sweet land of death, the land of everlasting tenderness and immediate foggy forgetfulness. As a matter of fact their voices were foggy too.

All of us in chorus repeated their plaint, reproachful of everybody who was still around, still dragging their living carcasses from place to place, waiting along the riverbanks, on all the riverbanks of the world, for life to finish passing, and in the meantime doing one thing and another, selling things to other ghosts, oranges and racing tips and counterfeit coins … policemen, sex fiends, sorrows, telling each other things in this patient fog that will never end …

Journey to the end of the night
translated into English by Ralph Manheim
New Directions isbn 0-8112-0847-8
New York

Lejwe La Motheo – Mayenzeke

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March 7, 2016

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March 1, 2016


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February 29, 2016

new sounds from the future

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January 25, 2016

mandla mlangeni

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January 20, 2016

JOHNNY MBIZO DYANI live with Don Cherry and Okay Temiz, 1971

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January 9, 2016

Tete Mbambisa live in York

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first published here: http://jazzinyork.com/blog/blog/gig-review-tete-mbambisa-his-big-sa-uk-sound-9th-september-national-centre-for-early-music

January 7, 2016


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January 5, 2016

Nina Simone – Baltimore

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December 27, 2015

JOHN PEFFER on apartheid censorship and the SABC

Filed under: censorship,music — ABRAXAS @ 9:49 pm


first published here: http://issuu.com/afrikadaamagazine/docs/politics_of_sound?e=4280787/32212638

November 10, 2015

svetlana ivanova live in stellenbosch

Filed under: music,stellenbosched — ABRAXAS @ 3:38 am


November 7, 2015

marietjie pauw and garth erasmus live

Filed under: 2016 - Kreun Vir Roesdorp,Garth Erasmus,Marietjie Pauw,music — ABRAXAS @ 5:56 pm

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September 18, 2015

the spike orchestra – ghetto

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September 13, 2015

rudiger meyer on unyazi

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first published here: https://rudigermeyer.com/notes/2015-09-05-21-56-32

September 1, 2015

south african jazz cultures and the archive

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more info is here: http://ev2.co.uk/jisa/research/content.html

August 29, 2015

sinners repent and save your soul – johnny clarke

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August 28, 2015

south african jazz cultures and the archive

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first published here: https://www.york.ac.uk/news-and-events/news/2015/events/south-african-jazz-2015/

August 25, 2015

Herbie Tsoaeli: Ke Hopotse Hae

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August 21, 2015

david thomas tells it like it is

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 3:40 pm

Have Pere Ubu ever been burned by a support act?

A couple of times I’d think: “Hmm. Maybe we’d better tighten it up tonight.” But nobody burns Pere Ubu. That sounds arrogant, but nobody can touch us. You’ve got to have that belief or what the hell are you doing up there? Every time I go on stage, I feel the metaphorical ghosts of everybody that’s died in the pursuit of truth and knowledge in civilisation and art for the last thousand years behind me saying: “OK, boy. What have you got?”

read the full interview here: http://www.theguardian.com/music/2015/jul/23/pere-ubu-david-thomas-music-interview

August 17, 2015

Richard Maxfield Double LP Anthologies 1&2

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 5:03 pm

(double LPs released on Jan van Toorn’s Slowscan label in 2014 and 2015)

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Richard Maxfield (1927-1969) was an American composer of electro-acoustic and electronic music. Maxfield was born in Seattle and wrote his first symphony when he was still in high school. After having served in the US Navy for a year he attended Stanford University but soon switched to the University of California, where he studied with Roger Sessions from 1947 to 1951. After his graduation he was awarded the Hertz Prize, which allowed him to study with Ernst Krenek in Los Angeles and travel through Europe. There he met Pierre Boulez and Karlheinz Stockhausen and got in touch with electronic music. From 1953 to 1955 he studied in the US with Aaron Copland, Roger Sessions and Milton Babbitt until a Fulbright Scholarship enabled him to return to Europe, where he studied with Luigi Dallapiccola and Bruno Maderna and met John Cage. Back in the US in 1958 he attended Cage’s courses at the New School for Social Research in NYC and a year later he replaced Cage, becoming the first American to teach purely electronic music. From 1960 to 1961 La Monte Young studied electronic music with Maxfield and soon became his teaching assistant. Young developed into one of the principal performers of Maxfield’s work. Maxfield’s most productive years were from 1959 to 1964, during which he completed at least 24 compositions. In New York’s first loft concert series, directed by La Monte Young at Yoko Ono’s studio in 1960 and 1961, Young presented two evenings of Maxfield’s work as well as concerts of the works of Jennings and other artists who were creating new and radical work at that time. David Tudor, Terry Riley, Terry Jennings, Dick Higgins and George Maciunas were some of the other artists with whom Maxfield worked. He was Musical Director of the James Waring Dance Company and his work was performed regularly in major concert series, at the Living Theatre, and for dances by Aileen Passloff and Paul Taylor. In 1967 Maxfield left his tape music, scores and equipment in the care of Walter De Maria. He moved to San Francisco, where he taught at San Francisco State College in 1966 and 1967. He moved to Los Angeles in 1968. In 1969 Maxfield, whose drug addiction was getting worse and worse, committed suicide by jumping out a window of the LA Figueroa Hotel at the age of 42.

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This first Richard Maxfield anthology released on Slowscan in 2014 contains early compositions for piano (1948-49) and wind instruments (1951), interviews of Maxfield and later compositions among which the famous 1959 ‘Cough Music’. The second Richard Maxfield anthology released in 2015 contains four compositions: ‘Electronic Symphony’ (1964), ‘Dromenon’ (1964), ‘Suite From Peripateia’ (1950-1961) and ‘Wind’ (1961). All recordings courtesy of Dick Higgins. See our Slowscan catalogue for more information and for other Slowscan releases, to which more will be added this week and about which more information is to follow soon: http://www.sea-urchin.net/audio-video/slowscan/

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