If I tell you I do not think the next Safaricom Jazz Festival will be amazing, I will be lying. Because this last one taught me to hold my reservation off, and just show up to enjoy the music.
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The day he arrived at the centre, there were no saxophones to play. Observing his crestfallen face, the music teacher quickly suggested that Mandla try his hand at the trumpet he had in his car. Mandla remembers thinking – a trumpet? What am I going to do with a trumpet? It only has three buttons! But these buttons were his only options, because if he didn’t take up the trumpet, he would have to wait for another six months for a saxophone to be available. Above all, the love was for music, regardless of where it was coming from. And so, he took the trumpet from the boot, wiped it down, and begun his musical journey.
African Twist was all the rave. Daudi Kabaka had started a wildfire in Kenya. Another man from Kakamega, with a homemade guitar had created a new guitar picking style that nobody could replicate. He had created a smash hit, had a huge love scandal, and then died under tragic circumstances. But the legend of George Mukabi and his omutibo guitar had already achieved immortality.
Heal yourself. Where does music come from? And how is it that someone knows how to sing exactly what your…
The first time I heard Luther Vandross’ ‘Never Too Much’, it was from my father’s prized radio system. I must have been about 8 or 9. It was a grave mistake, because all our radio listening privileges had been taken away for a whole month.
When I was younger, way younger, a couple of decades ago, I was quite the precocious pre-teen. Or at least,…