Like I said earlier, didn’t want to blog till I finished the Hair today…..Gone tomorrow series, but again, life has intruded, hence this post. A big thank you to everyone who has come with me on that journey, it has taken longer than I planned or even envisaged, but your input has kept me going. I appreciate you all. Your comments, on here, via Facebook and in person have all been taken on board, I am honing my craft, you have helped me improve. Enough of the mushy stuff. Here goes.
I was minding my business on Wednesday afternoon when my friend J mentioned she could get me tickets to go see Asa that same evening. I totally love Asa, I think she is extremely talented and have always wanted to see her perform so I swung into action. A few frantic phone calls later (to get permission from T amongst other things), I was all set to go. We got there a bit late, so I missed the first part of her performance, but when she came back on stage, it was all good.
I watched her sing Bibanke, a dirge to lost love which is none the less enthralling for it, with rapt attention. She has great stage presence, and and carried the audience along with her effortlessly as we all chanted ‘fi mi sile’ on cue. It turned out that she was was one of the warm -up acts for the night’s headliner, one Seun Kuti.
I am not current with the unending stream of artistes that abound in Nigeria, maybe this is why I had never heard of him. His father Fela I knew, and his older brother Femi, I also know, neither of them personally, but I was aware of them. As for Seun Kuti, I found out on the night that he is Fela’s last son. I have no clue as to the veracity of that statement. A couple of dancing girls came on stage. The things they could do with their backsides defies description. I’ve put up a clip, please mute your volume as the audio quality sucks, and marvel with me at these backsides.
So Seun comes on stage eventually, and starts to play the saxophone. He’s got pipes, I’ll give him that. And then he starts this foul-mouthed diatribe at the concert hall’s security/management team because ‘they did not allow me to smoke weed backstage’. He goes on and on, expletives colouring his every other word. ‘I am performing sober’ he laments, as if that is some great tragedy. ‘They would have preferred for me to use cocaine, because it does not smell’ he grumbles. Newsflash Seun Kuti, no-one give a rat’s posterior what your drug of choice is, however you choose to addle your brain is entirely up to you, as long as you do not smoke it!. Smoking is not allowed in public venues in the United Kingdom, it is not about you, get with the programme!
So anyway, His Sulkiness decides to halt his monologue and start singing. he does this well, though I don’t know the song. He dances in a style reminiscent of his father, and the
oscillating backsides female dancers go into overdrive. At the end of the song, Seun takes the time to inform us that he was contracted to sing from x to y time during which he was still backstage, so he is under no obligation to perform, but is only doing so because of us, ‘his fans’. By now, I am seriously over him, but as he starts to sing again, some people in the audience rise to their feet and start dancing.
And then he stops singing, and launches into an incoherent speech about colonial mentality, and how everybody ought to get to their feet and start dancing. ‘Stand up, stand up’ he urges, and so they do. The security/management team come on stage and say dancing is not allowed, and after a brief stand-off, Sir Sulky storms off stage. End of concert.
Maybe it is just me that doesn’t get it, but I think if he really cared about his fans as he claimed, he’d have carried on playing notwithstanding. I think he missed Bob Marley’s admonition to ’emancipate yourselves from mental slavery…’ If you have colonialism on your mind (so 1960’s) it will affect your ability to operate in the here and now. He whined so much about not being allowed to smoke weed, but seriously? It wasn’t a big deal. he could have gotten high in his car, and none would have been the wiser. From the way he behaved, he might as well have been stoned. And I mean that in both senses. Rant over.
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