Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Siren Song of Mali - My Thoughts

So a couple weeks ago, the NYTimes published an article on Mali. Which was great. Except the author missed a few things and got a few other things wrong. I've held off on putting this here so that the Times would have a chance to publish some corrections or publish this as a letter to the editor. But they haven't. (Well, they did this but it's not really anything). So you get to read it here. I'm also creating a playlist to go along with Jon Pareles' accompanying article. Check it out on Calabash.
Anyway, here's my letter:
Dear Editor,
I am writing in regards to the article in the Travel Section from April 2, 2006. (http://travel2.nytimes.com/2006/04/02/travel/02mali.html?pagewanted=all)

Overall, this was an amazing article, and was a great read. I am both an avid Mali-phile who has spent 6 months living in Mali studying the dance and music, and someone who is working professionally to help Malian musicians reach a wider audience as the VP of Artist/Label Relations for Calabash Music (cited by Jon Pareles in his partner piece). As part of that work, I am working with Paul Chandler (Mr. Hammer's guide in Mali) and other music producers in Mali to directly work with, and compensate artists.

However, I was filled with mixed feelings reading this piece, as there were a few significant factual errors in this piece. I am quite happy that Mali is getting positive publicity, and is being recognized for the quality and quantity of music and culture. I, of course, do want this culture and music to be represented accurately.

The first mistake I caught is in the first paragraph: "A jembe fola ("he who talks with the drum") pounded on a bongo fashioned from sheets of horsehide stretched over a gasoline can."
In fact, a djembe (or jembe) is a specific type of drum carved from wood that is somewhat hourglass shaped. It is covered by a goat-hide (and in very very rare cases, cow-hide). It is neither a bongo, nor covered with horse-hide, nor is it made with a gasoline can. And while "fo" can mean "talk" it also means "to play", so a more accurate translation of djembefola would be simply "djembe player". This term is generally reserved for a good player, as opposed to just any person who picks up a drum. Also, this type of writing ("pounded on a bongo") seems like that which would come from someone wholly ignorant of Africa and its music, rather than someone based in South Africa, and presumably familiar with basic instruments.

Second, later on, the article reads "The city has become a cultural hothouse, in which singers and instrumentalists from Mali's myriad tribes — the Tuaregs of the Sahara, the Sorhai of Timbuktu, the Malinkes from the border region south of Bamako, the Dogon cliff dwellers, the Wassalous near the Ivory Coast, the Peuls of central Mali — mix and fertilize one another's art."
Wassalou (or Wassulu or Wassoulou) is a region, it is NOT the name of a group of people. Wassoulou stretches across areas of Mali, Guinea and Ivory Coast and is home to Bambara, Peul (Fulani), Malinkes, and other groups of people. Wassoulou is famous as it is the home region of such famous artists as Oumou Sangare, Ramata Diakite, Coumba Sidibe, etc. The style of music from Wassoulou started it's rise to prominence in the 1970's, and changed the music scene in Mali forever. It brought out themes of love, women's empowerment and other previously unheard musical subjects. At Calabash Music, we've devoted a whole section of our site to the music from this region (http://music.calabashmusic.com/world/Wassoulou).

Additionally, the Peul (also known as the Fulfulde, Pulaar, Fulani, Peul, Fula) people are nomadic herders who have settled all across West Africa and are not restricted to central Mali, as the article implies.

Thirdly, later on, the article reads "Four percussionists stood in the front row, beating on jembes and dununbas, slim tapered drums that fit snugly in the armpit." Dununbas are NOT slim tapered drums that fit beneath ones arms. I believe that the author is referring to drums known in Mali as "Tama" or "Tamani", which are known in the west as "talking drums." Dununbas are large double headed drums played with sticks in ensemble with djembes. Tama are typically reserved for griot music, though their role is expanding as fusions grow as with all music in Mali now, as Mr. Hammer correctly points out.

And finally, the article misses Mali's rich cultural boat in several significant ways. I appreciate the difficulty of putting a whole culture into one article, however, I expect more from the New York Times and it's fact-checkers. For example, the article reads "The griot still ranks low on the social hierarchy, however: Salif Keita, a descendant of a royal Malinke family, earned his clan's scorn when he chose the career of the griot."
Griots occupy a very interesting role in Malinke/Bamana culture. Griots are both respected and scorned. They are found at all levels of Bamana culture, from the kings bedroom and boardroom to the common streets. This duality is rooted in their historical place in society, and is the subject of many books, academic articles, and discussions, all widely available to the casual reader.

Salif Keita faced scorn from his family not because he chose the career of a griot (since one cannot choose another role in a casted society), but because he became an artist, traditionally the realm of many different castes (including griot), but definitely NOT the realm of a noble. Many other artists coming of age in the 1970s faced this same scorn from their families for becoming dancers, drummers, or musicians.

Finally, the article reads "Mali musical tradition goes back to the height of the Songhai Empire, in the early 16th century, when a caste of itinerant entertainers — oral historians called griots — emerged in the villages along the Niger River, the third longest waterway in Africa."
Again, this is slightly problematic historically. The consensus is rather that griots "emerged" in the Empire of Mali in the 12th and 13th centuries, and a quick review of the historical literature (or even the net) will show that griots are almost always associated with this earlier Empire and the first ruler Sunjiata Keita (many spellings exist also for Sundjata's first name). The Empire of Mali was founded and ruled by the Bamana people, from whom the Songhai seized power and formed this new powerful empire in the 16th century, by which time, the tradition and caste of griot was well established.

I hope that some of these corrections can be passed on to the public and/or to the printed record of the NY Times, and I also hope that the Times continues to cover West Africa and its culture in such depth and color. We are all richer for it, and hopefully we can help make Mali a bit less poor as well.
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Ali Farka Toure

Today news comes from Mali that Ali Farka Toure has passed from this world to the next. Our ancestors are now blessed with the musicial genius of this man whom some call "The lion of the desert" or "The lion of Niafounke".
We had heard several months ago from our friends at IMN that Ali Farka was ailing, and had been praying for him. So today's news, while not unexpected brings a heavy heart to us all.
Mr. Toure was the first African artist to receive two Grammy Awards, the most recent for his collaboration with Toumani Diabate on an album called "In The Heart of the Moon."
While some folks (in the US and Europe) might say that Ali Farka found new ways to combine the Blues with Malian Traditional Music, Ali Farka was always adamant to say that he was merely playing his musical heritage, and that the music he was playing (Blues) came from Mali initially.
We are a richer world for Ali Farka's presence here, and we celebrate his legacy as we mourn his passing.
 
See here for IMN's biography of Ali Farka Toure.
 
 
 
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Friday, January 13, 2006

Habib Koite in Providence

So then after Neba left, we welcomed another Malian great to New England. Habib Koite showed up for a week of appearances at high schools in Providence and finished up the week with a benefit show for GAIA (an organization working on an AIDS vaccine).
Again, I was lucky enough to show the guys around and help out a bit. But I got to ENJOY this show! without working! awesome. but madou (the tama player) made me work a little bit, he brought me up on stage and made me dance. fun fun stuff.
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neba solo in boston

I can't believe that I haven't blogged in so long. (Similar opening sentences are often written in my diary.) Anyway, after returning from Jozi, my life has been super hectic. Good and bad as well. It all started well on the return, with an immediate jump into helping out Neba Solo, who was brought to Harvard U to do an artist residency and perform a free (!) show.
I had a great time hanging out with the guys, showing them around town, and then got roped into being their stage manager. I can't seem to get thru a show without doing some work. Anyway, this is a pic from backstage thru the beautiful wood moldings. It was a fun show, and a fun week. You can see a video from the show on Calabash. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

videos. watch out

Watch out cause technology is on the rise. I'm sure this will come to blogger soon as well, but for now, check out my brand new Typepad blog right here. We've got a Typepad account for our various Calabash Music blogs, and we've got a pro account since we're such blogging fiends. Anyway, that coupled with some fun new tools that VideoEgg and Typepad have brought us (for free and sans-adverts for the moment), mean that you all get to see my video.
And it means I get to show you where I've been in more ways than one. First there were words. Then pictures. Now video.
As I said - Watch out.
My first video post is from the Friday night concert at the UN Habitat sponsored Global Hip Hop Summit.
Check it out.
yeah!!!

Thursday, November 03, 2005

arriving home

so it only took somewhere around 72 hours after i physically arrived in boston for the rest of me to arrive. sometime yesterday morning i realized that i was back. "they" say that your soul takes a while to arrive cause it can't travel as fast as a plane, and i guess it is true. or maybe it's just jet-lag. take your pick as to an explanation. we've started to get some of the music i gathered up on calabash, so you can check out what i've seen with the 60 second samples. for example, you can check out bhubesii's release. bhubesii is one of the guys from black sunday, and this is that collective's first release in a bit. you can also check out a black sunday alum, pitch black afro and his album "styling gel." other artists that i met include mapaputsi, one of the kwaito originators and vivid afrika, a wicked new jazz project. i met mapaputsi at the EMI christmas release party, when there were also performances by M'du, Brown Dash, HHP (Hip Hop Pantsula), Mandoza and others. Some of these guys will be on our site soon, others may take a little while (but we'll get them!).
vivid afrika is this cool project from the label MELT. we've had MELT on calabash for quite some time, and they have lots of south african jazz. i never really got this music. i just thought it was jazz. but at this record release party, listening to what was going on, i really got it. i realized that south african jazz was happening, that it was new and different and it's own unique style. the vivid afrika project is a cool one, these guys coming together to perform as one group, pushing the boundaries of african jazz. i definently recommend checking it out.
i'll be putting up video clips and pictures here and on my blog that i'm simultaneously publishing to as well. you can check out that blog here.

Monday, October 31, 2005

back in boston

so i'm back in boston and testing a new blogging tool. hopefully this is going to let me post some nice things (videos, pictures, etc) from my trip to both my blog and the calabash blogs. we'll see. . . .
 
 
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Saturday, October 29, 2005

handlin my business

so maybe going solo works out. i got lucky and got the
one seat left on jozi to atlanta. if i'd showed up
earlier, no seat. if later, no seat. whew. so thanks.
to you. and thanks be.
the wierd part is i'd of course love to stay, but this
unknowing bit is not cool. that and being out in the
boonies, the farmland, is also not cool. i mean, if i
was going to stay, i'd want to be at the kaizer chiefs
v orlando pirates derby today in soweto. soccer in
soweto. yebo!
but no, i'm headed home. so i hope to see you all
soon.
much love.
e

stuck in jozi

hmmmm. remember an email like this before the blog
existed? .. . . when i was stuck in dakar, senegal
trying to get back to bamako? well now it's similar,
but still a huge pain in my arse!
our flight last night from jozi to nyc was cancelled.
so instead of being home, seeing razz perform, being
back in cold boston, i'm stuck in jozi. and not even
the nice parts. i'm out in the middle of nowhere at
some hotel/conference center deal. in a smoking room.
far away from my friends in melville, soweto, etc.
i spent 30 minutes on the phone with SAA this morning
and no deal. i almost had a jozi-zurich-boston but
that filled up before we could confirm it. grrr. and
then the guy took my cell number to call me when he
found something. that was 45 minutes ago. he told me
he'd call within 15 minutes. guess what? he hasn't
called back!
and at least in senegal, there was such a small crew
of travellers that we all stuck together. there was
the diamond dealer and his wife, the young french guy,
the doctor, etc. here there are 400 passengers and
i've talked with a couple, but i'm solo man. no
collaborating with folks, no sharing info, whatever. i
can't decide if i like this or not. i don't really
want to commiserate forever with folks, but i do want
to know if someone gets some good info. so i'm just
jammin on the ipod, in my own little world, trying to
avoid going into that anger space. i just don't find
it helpful, and i really just want to get home at this
point. if i can't be hanging out in the city, hanging
with friends, then i want to be home. HOME! so put
your prayers in the air and get me back to boston.
i'm going to sign off, save some time on the net and
try and find a flight. i'll be back . . .
e

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

the not so far past - continued

dang - blogger is being a pain. i can't actually log
in and post so i'm having to send in my posts via
email. why won't blogger work outside the us! or on a
slow connection!
grrr.

anyway, back to the story.

thursday, i got up and took the local private minibus
service downtown to where the summit was going to be.
they call these things taxis (i think i wrote that
earlier). anyway, i took a taxi downtown. found a nice
little cafe on the main square across from the museum
africa and market theater.

* side note - apparently the museum africa has a nice
exhibit on how many many south african wineries use
the "dop" system to pay their workers. as in - they
pay the workers in wine, make them stay on the
vineyards all year, provide them food and a yearly
salary of about $100. not so far from slavery . . . .
i hope i can get there to see the exhibit and educate
myself about this industry.

anyway, i found this cafe, got a coffee and headed to
the bassline, a venue where the summit would be based.
i soon ran into the brother of hempza, whom i'd met
the night before and hung out with him and hempza for
much of the morning. the summit was basically speeches
all morning, and then some more open discussions in
the afternoon. the big thing for me that day was
listening to emmanuel jah, k'naan and lady b speak.
they spoke about coming from conflict zones as
children and channeling this into their art.
emmanuel was a child soldier in the sudan and has a
heartbreaking story. heartbreaking. and he just tells
it the way it was, no holding back. the audience was
in tears. and sometimes laughing at stuff that really
you can't comprehend even if you hear it. anyway, the
basic point of this is that hip hop (and art
generally) is helping kids deal with severe violence
in conflict zones, be they war zones like somalia
(k'naan) or neighborhoods with heavy
violence/drugs/etc (soweto, south central la, etc).

after the summit was over for the day, i headed to the
songwriter's club to check out the latest release from
MELT, one of the labels on Calabash. this group,
calling themselves vivid africa were very cool. they
also helped me understand or start to understand south
african jazz, which is such a developed and amazing
genre of music. this stuff is like what is going on
elsewhere, but is completely it's own thing. and a
very cool thing it is as well. so it'll be up soon to
hear some samples of, and i'll put up pictures from
the performance here soon as well.

then i got a ride from another 1 giant leap fixer
named kerry, who had hooked up the shoot here in south
africa this spring. she dropped me off at constitution
hill for a dinner for speakers and artists at the
conference. we were eating in a courtyard at this
complex. the part we were in was part of the old fort,
where mandela was held before he got sent down to
robben island. so we were eating like 50 feet from his
old cell. crazy. this complex also houses the new
constitional court of south africa (made up of 7 men
and 4 women, hear that gw?). speaking of this, south
african democracy really seems vibrant and alive,
putting us to shame. anyway, it was a nice dinner and
then tumi and the volume played and then the mic was
opened up for anyone to do their thing. lots of great
artists got up and did spoken word, freestyle, etc.
nice. i spent most of the night chatting with emile
from black noise, and i'll put more up about him
later.

anyway, i'm running off to get some food now, and my
hour is up. much love to all, and more later!
e