Jazzy jazzy nights
You would think
that Lagos would have become jazz central par excellence by now, being
a city whose very soul personifies the boundless freedom of the musical
form, that expresses the wild and often crazily beautiful and just
crazily crazy, abstractions and juxtapositions of contemporary life so
succinctly. But we start where we can and typically Nigerian, we catch
up very quickly once we do.
The Lagos Jazz
Series that debuted last week had that feeling of being where it ought
to be, of having instantly achieved the right fit. Part of it of course
was setting. Until you have lived in cold climes you cannot truly
appreciate the beauty of warm, welcoming balmy nights. When you have to
battle with infrastructure till you yearn for a state of grace, you
learn to appreciate artistry that has been honed on dedication and
practice to a state of effortlessness.
That was the
signature of Somi, the sinuous and sultry singer in voice and
appearance of Ugandan and Rwandan parentage. Her phrasing was
reminiscent of Miriam Makeba, Cassandra Wilson, Sibongile Khumalo and
Sade, but she was also very strongly her individual self. Her lyrics
had the clear stamp of someone who was telling her own story and in an
unmistakably African genre. Somi has a well-modulated voice and can
make it do exactly what she wants: a sign of control and maturity and a
promise of greater things to come in one still so young.
Somi opened the
evening on Saturday, November 6, singing against the night sky of the
Federal Palace Hotel back garden with the nights of Lagos twinkling in
the background. She was backed by her four-piece band and followed by
Aremu in full throttle with the Vision Band.
You could hear the
strong gospel strains in Aremu’s sax as he treated the crowd to full
bore Fuji style Nigerian “jazz”, toasting members of the audience and
teasing them out of their seats to offer a spot-lit rendition of how
low they could go, partying down Naija style. It was loud and it was
dramatic, nuance was thrown to the wind: showmanship beat out style.
Is that Nigerian
jazz? It had a sense of highlife and dance rhythms interspersed with
talking drums, a trio of backing horns rounded up with a chorus of
three women and one man all in good voice on that night and well
capable of holding an audience on their own even though theirs was to
provide a canvas for their maestro.
The night was
anchored by the jazz group from New York led by Morrie Louden on
acoustic bass, who thrilled the crowd with their energy, artistry and
versatility. Louden was accompanied by Mike Eckroth on piano and
keyboards with two other players on drums and box, and sax. This was a
tight disciplined group of artisans married to their sound, which had a
wholesome many-cultured appeal to it, anchored by an almost primal
force. Louden’s quartet had the audience oohing and gasping with their
virtuoso solos on the Friday opening round midnight at Moorhouse
Hotel’s restaurant in Ikoyi. The rain gods had shaken their heads,
forcing the venue to move from poolside. So it was a close intimate
atmosphere that surrounded the sound and drew South African guitarist
Jimmy Dludlu to a hair raising pearl of a jam session where the sounds
just melded together seamlessly.
And so let it be that in the jazz series to come artistry that has
been honed on dedication and practice to a state of effortlessness will
be the signal element.