"I'm a Jazz musician and I'm proud to say that" Tebogo Mokoena, Saxophonist for Planet Lindela
My friend Skumbuzo and I watched our first Planet Lindela performance last night. It was nothing short of amazing. Skumbuzo went on to comment that he thinks that JHB right now is like NYC in the 70's. That this picture that I sourced would be appropriate. God I miss my dear sweet Magenta. Next on the to do list is to get me a new camera.
Still a
naturalising “Braamie” proceeding a weekend that has left my body in shambles, free form jazz expression allows me to fall into a state of youthful joy un the
rebellion against conformity. Angry happiness is what I call it and it soothes the anxiety of my four day hangover.
Jazz music,
a legacy that needs to introduction. It’s a raw energy of utter surrender to a
wisdom tapped into via sonic deconstruction and an open channel for minds and spaces
to collide in harmony. Some of them keep their heads still, but their feet are
unable to wave off the music’s seduction. Who can successfully fight off
breaking melodic landscapes in motion of freedom untamed?
Solos unite,
they release inner conflict, dressing upon the crowd an apron of outer peace.
These men on stage are engaged in a tough battle to realise their sleep states.
R30 is a beer and a half to forgo, I’m okay with that. In return I’m allowed to
enjoy a magnanimous performance that reminds me why I need to pay for good
shows. As an aspiring artist, it’s easy to lose sight of the reality that in
our struggle to vocation, we need to financially be willing to support each
other, or we won’t survive.
A screaming
saxophone awakens a conflict temporarily resolved.
The
crashing cymbals echo off empty walls too long ignored, finally finding solace
in reverberation.
A walking bass
line guides the kid’s limited path to the serenity of river tributaries on
their way to the mouth, which whispers an obvious secret. Strive for peaceful
elation.
The
pounding keys melodically dull a skull too old to listen to a novelty worn off.
They ignite a new wisdom that realises truth unconvinced seeks refuge in the
pious deity that is human expression.
Cross
elation. Angry Happiness. Last night I listened to jazz.
