Showing posts with label Franco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Franco. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 06, 2020

MUSIC: Lumumba Heros National by Joseph Kabasele (c. 1960)



Play Lumumba Heros National {Audio + Still Pictures}
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Joseph Kabasele Tshamala (1930-1983), Le Grand Kalle himself, was in many ways the founding father of modern Congolese music[1]; a brand of music which we, a good number of us, have come to know as #LingalaPop. Many keen observers will acknowledge that LingalaPop in many ways became the roots and trunk of Afropop, and now dominates all of Central, Eastern and Southern Africa – and even parts of West Africa. Its counterpart in North Africa is the even more recent phenomenon – ArabPop and/or MaghrebPop. Afrobeat is dominant in Nigeria, and has a huge influence among its neighbors – particularly Ghana, Togo and Cameroon. 

In Lumumba Heros National, Joseph Kabasele and his pioneering band, African Jazz, sing the praises of Patrice Emery Lumumba (1925-61) – a leading pro-independence politician and Republic of the Congo’s first Prime Minister[2].

The song is a finely fitting and absolutely spell-binding melody. Though the clip makes use of still pictures rather than ‘moving’, the visibility of the song’s hero and the events around him that it offers is co-equal with the sounds that the ear is ‘fed’ with. It is both memorable and historic in tenor, like the lyrics and the band’s instrumental rendition of moments in a young nation’s early life that are at once triumphant and tragic. It’s a forever song.

One noteworthy and perhaps most surprising feature of this song is that the lyrics were written and sung (in the early Sixties!) almost entirely in Swahili and not, as one would have expected, Lingala![3] Likewise noteworthy, too, is that Swahili was one of the four languages which Lumumba, a sapeur of sorts, spoke. How he learnt it, and what motivated him, one would love to know. Let me know when you do.

I vividly remember the song’s mournful and funerary sounds from long ago – not when it was released, but as the Sixties got going. The sounds came mostly over wired radio – and sometimes levitated over vinyl – in our pioneering ‘gated community’ of railway workers and, as I can say now, their young families – there in Nairobi’s Eastlands, some 2,415 kilometers (roughly 1,500 miles) far, far to the east of Kinshasa, DRC’s capital, as the pigeon – or the Osprey[4] – flies.

But I remember just as clearly conversations that I, playing with mates,  could hear going on among despondent grounds-workers in our ‘estate’ – nay, ‘lawn-mowers’ of sorts and such – when the news of Lumumba’s assassination arrived and churned in our midst at radio and ‘bush-telegraph’ speeds. It must have been January 1961. 

A song which had surely begun its unique life-course as an inspirational, celebratory, chante for an independence hero in circa June 1960, so soon and so tragically became, in effect and in the space of only seven months or so, a dirge! Those who encountered its distinct and entrancing tunes in the years after January 1961, and knew of the fate that had befallen their hero Lumumba, must have been, I imagine, hard put to believe that it had ever been anything but a mourning song. Not knowing exactly when the song was released, I, for one, had for the longest time, indeed until year 2020 came calling, assumed that it had been prompted, ‘inspired’, by Lumumba’s assassination. The lyrics, mostly in a quaint version of Swahili, included a few distinct words (such as ‘sikukuu’) and phrases with patently ‘broken’ meaning-strings and allusions which one could be forgiven for not taking too literally.

In 1967, Franco and L’O.K. Jazz also released a music audio by the same title. It was much more conducive to dancing than its introspective and soul-searching predecessor, and in it Mobutu’s name featured prominently. But that’s not the only reason I much prefer Kabasele’s. Comparisons will probably rage forever. Here it is: Lumumba Heros National. The lyrics, both in Lingala and in English translation, appear on the same YouTube page as the audio of the song.

LISTEN:  Tabu Ley Mourns Kabasele {Audio}

The lyrics of Franco’s version, which appear lower down the page to which the link just given takes you, don’t have the funerary bent of the earlier song. But it adds references to Mobutu which, given his reported complicity in the execution of Lumumba, will surely rub Lumumba’s admirers the wrong way. As Vientianegirl remarked in one of the public comments on the song’s YouTube page, “Franco is praising Mobutu as [an] heir [to] Lumumba’s legacy, while in reality Mobutu actively took part in Lumumba's assassination.”[5]



[2] He was in office only from June 30th, 1960 to September 1960, when he was deposed by a cold-war coalition of local political and military actors (spearheaded by Joseph Kasavubu and Joseph Mobutu) on the one hand and foreign state and multinational actors (Belgium, the US and the UN) on the other. He was then into custody in October and – after three months or so of byzantine machinations, prison-break, cat-and-mouse pursuits and final capture – executed by his captors on January 17th, 1961. martyred national hero.
[3] Lumumba Heros National is not the only song he sung in Swahili. Another song, released in 1961-1962, is now titled simply and confoundingly as B.B 69. It is a truly funky piece, and was extremely popular on radio in Nairobi, back in the day. It remains super-hot, even now! But most of B.B 69’s visibility, I hazard to say, was in the clubs and at parties – and secondarily in the modest but aspirational homes of the lumpen proletariat, the nascent elite, and parents of future ones.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Franco's Non

Franco Luambo Luanzo Makiadi takes all of 10:54 minutes to say in song: "Non"! He sings it with a majestic voice; a voice that commands attention, and reverence. And all the time spent listening to it is well worth it. 

We are once again on a long journey. Africa is a vast continent. And we have troubadour Franco along with us for the ride. And we shake our heads in slow-motion in the presence of all this raga, with reflective appreciation.

What an 'intoxicating' tune this Non is delivered in! The lyrics are pure poesy, though their meanings remain as slippery and as mystifying as they've ever been -- for those of us at the physical and linguistic margins of Lingala -- and not for want of trying (perhaps too lamely) and imagining. How wonderfully inspired this performance by Madilu System, the band!

And so let's stop right now and just listen, at whatever distances we find ourselves from this cauldron of mirth:

Click to listen to the Non audio

And click here for the Non lyrics



#LingalaPop

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Infidélité Mado: Maestro Franco Luambo Makiadi's Mesmerizing Guitar-Play

Concerning Infidélité Mado, and hazily remembering a certain past, this is what I tweeted very recently: "A wonderful guitar-play mesmerized all who heard it". All those who will only now hear it for the first time will, I believe, come to see why.

Maestro Franco Luambo Luanzo Makiadi and his band, T.P. OK Jazz, were such a dominant force back in the day when music permeated all our being, already nuanced with hormones of a certain age-set.


This was the era before the video: 

Click to listen to the audio




Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Congolese MUSIC: Franco's Tembe na Tembe

So Lingala has given us two songs, as far as one can tell, with the same title: Tembe na Tembe. The present one, by Franco Luambo Luanzo Makiadi and TP OK Jazz, was released in 1970. The second, by Bozi Boziana, a decade or more later. So be it.

[About the word Tembe: One translation that I have seen suggests that it means doubt or suspicion (as in a marriage or between lovers or friends)]

Franco's Tembe na Tembe is a prized oldie (though we never knew what the words meant), and has been a true companion, on and off, through life's uncertain detours and milestones. Long, indeed, have been its absences from our individually remembered pasts, as attentions shifted and trends ebbed and flowed with Time and age and travel and responsibility in the stifling analog era and the early digital years. 

The song is tellingly nostalgic in its tone, playing now after all those years since one's true youth. This is a nostalgia which millennials will find hard to fathom. And playing it so long after it was last heard, a chance happening in itself for many (given all the distractions of modernity and work-life), is itself a nostalgic act. A nostalgic act so deeply evocative of days and places and things that one cannot quite clearly put into words and define for others. That is, evocative of slices of life that are now distinctly fuzzy and elusive and altogether inexplicably patchy, even for one and to oneself. 

With its emphatically universal ring, this Tembe na Tembe hints, too, somehow, if you like, at things yet to come, and which we're glad to wait for -- not really knowing when or how they will, or if they will ever find us if they do. And I dare myself to suggest that this song, this Tembe na Tembe, should find a place in every interstellar voyager's back-pack when such a time truly comes, as I reckon it will. 

Here below is the audio version (there is no video). It runs for 5:44 minutes, the last three seconds of which are pure silence:



The song starts on a low key, aptly suggesting a long journey ahead. Two male voices, the only distinct ones in the whole song, set it all off in perfect harmony and symmetry, warming up the aural spaces that the song clears and opens up as it moves along. Then the instruments kick in -- two guitars specifically, strummed, I reckon, by the very same vocalists. Tentatively at first, and then, rapidly, on to a frenzy of sound: led by the two guitars, and spiced with muffled percussion and drumming in the background. All interspersed with the singing-duo's melodic and commanding voices. 

With all protocols thus observed, artistic boldness goes a notch higher, and a duet of voices and sounds ensues. But from 1:50 to 3:15, we have a glorious stringfest, led by Maestro Franco; indeed a frolic of heavenly strings plucked by fingers God himself can be proud of. Another fest, surely the last, is had from 4:25 to 5: 41. It closes with three seconds of pure silence, as already noted.    

Saturday, August 29, 2015

MUSIC: Ben Mbatha's Kadoli



Here's Ben Mbatha's Kadoli, from 2007. It lasts all of 8:54 minutes, but hold your horses! U haven't seen Franco or Tabu Ley or Mbilia Bel go the farther, farther distance -- the Congolese way. Have U?

Kadoli is but one instance of the "afterglow of creation", if I may p(h)un Stephen W. Hawking. S'il vous plaît.


Click to watch the video


Don't you just luv the tune! Juliet, I suppose, didn't (did she, that Juliet?) get such attention, such moves, from Romeo. Nor did Romeo from Juliet, Romeo didn't have no Coke, either.

How much farther ahead than Kadoli is Kenya's pop music these days? Is it, as it should be, sufficiently far? We must ask.