Music and Literature

Mbira Music

Some thirteen years ago a friend, a Chinese doctor of traditional medicine, told me I was never too late to learn. An old adage which in this situation referred to starting tai chi. He was right as I still practice tai chi and have taken up ku fu fan and a couple of sword forms. Not very good at any but enjoy it and it’s healthy exercise - as opposed to unhealthy! The adage continues to be true as I have now discovered mbira music. It’s so full of life, whatever the tempo.   A variety of percussion instruments reflecting a long tradition and culture. All the exponents I watched and listened to on YouTube reflected the sheer enjoyment of its exponents. In one example it seemed to be almost jamming but maybe rules have developed over the ages. Don’t know enough about this genre so that is meant as a compliment! There was a unity and interplay amongst all the musicians .Am listening to it as I type although I keep wanting to get up and move. It has that almost hypnotic effect on you.

Also discovered sungara music which also makes you want to get up and dance as well, although not sure I could replicate such energy now - not sure I ever could move so fluently. The dance movements are as harmonious as the perfect song harmonies which come across as natural.

What am I on about you may ask? Well, I discovered all this new enjoyment as a by-product of reading:

‘The Maestro, the Mathematician and the Magistrate’ by Tendai Huchu

 How often are writers advised ’Write about what you know’? Mr Huchu certainly knows Edinburgh which almost becomes a character in itself. We walk the city with the characters. It becomes alive. The music is by no means a by-product but is very much integral to the novel as a whole, in particular the voice and character of the Magistrate who now lives in Edinburgh with his family and has to come to terms with loss of standing and cannot help comparing that life with his present life. Another M is a younger compatriot, the Mathematician, who takes full advantage of the life he can access in Edinburgh but does intend to return to his country. The third M is a young man who tries to escape a life with which he is not at ease through reading books.  Mr Huchu depicts a place where a shared nationality forms tenuous ties that do not necessarily equate to loyalty or kinship. A shared nationality, all dealing with a sense of loss or identity  but with different, contrasting values.

Three disparate men, three different voices. This could lead to confusion but doesn’t because Mr Huchu is in full control. The overlap of their lives may be surprising but totally believing for such is life. This intertwining is not foreshadowed, is cleverly devised and not at all contrived. The book has many layers and may be read on different levels. Serious matters are addressed but both subtle humour and incisive wit percolate. I loved the ‘cameo’ appearance at the party!

I couldn’t predict the ending at all with any certainty and had to re-read the book - after a space of a few weeks - to see it with fresh eyes. The fresh eyes led me to the conclusion that Mr Huchu is quite the philosopher.

How pleasing to come across a book of literary merit, an enjoyable read but one that does address modern issues. Thoroughly enjoyed it as I did ‘The Hairdresser of Harare’, also by Mr Huchu. Both very different books but both well worth a read.

by Mary Irvine, http://www.glasgowwestend.co.uk/mary-irvines-blog-music-literature/

Why We Should all be Listening to Zim Dancehall

photo of Soul Jah Love by T. Ndabambi/zimbojam.com

The two most significant musical movements to challenge Sungura’s dominance in Zimbabwean popular culture have been Urban Grooves and, what at one time could have been seen as its appendage, Zim Dancehall.

While Urban Grooves had a head start, getting heavy rotation on the airwaves after Jonathan Moyo’s 70% local content decree, it now lags behind Zim Dancehall in terms of influence. I suspect this has to do with the origins and development of the two forms.

Urban Grooves looks towards American hip-hop and rap, both are powerful forms in their own right-but while that music is enjoyable in its original form, the message does not translate well to the average Zimbabwean.

Zim Dancehall has its roots (I will argue later that it has moved on) in Jamaican reggae and ragga music. These forms have their party music, but reggae has a strong ‘conscious’ component, especially in popular artists like Sizzla, Capleton, Buju Banton and so on.

In its initial conception, thinking of Potato and Major E, Zim Dancehall suffered from the same derivativeness and crass imitation which still infect Urban Grooves. But it has forged its own independent identity and this is the main reason for its ascendance.

I’ve spent a long time thinking about Zimbabwean music. One of the central themes in my new novel, ‘The Maestro, The Magistrate & The Mathematician’ is the development of sungura and how the message is an absolutely central component of that genre. By this I mean, while instrumentals are important, Zimbabwean listeners place a high premium on what the artist has to say in his lyrics. This is where Zim Dancehall has excelled, because, arguably, their instrumentals, in the main, are reminiscent of low quality, synthesized productions from 90’s Jamaican ragga.

Zim Dancehall is, indisputably, the one area of Zimbabwean popular culture that is doing the most interesting stuff when it comes to use of the Shona language.

Its top artists now rival Sungura masters in terms of lyrical dexterity and the coining of fresh metaphors, pushing the language in new directions. Take the man of the hour, Tocky Vibes, for example. Mr Vibes dispenses with the awkward ‘toasting’ of his predecessors and simply sings on his tracks.

The phraseology of the average Tocky Vibes track is replete with cross references to tsumo nemadimikira(proverbs/idioms), occasional slips into Shona lullabies, biblical allusion, all the while maintaining a freshness derived from his incredible lyrical penmanship.

In Tocky Aenda Nenyika he manages the feat of praising God (not a bad choice for a Christian audience) and bigging up his mom, as if with ease, producing something deep from what should otherwise have been a run-of-the-mill bragging track so popular in urban culture.

This ability to hover over that thin line between frivolousness and profundity is key in the way the music is malleable and can tap into diverse audiences.

Take Souljah Love’s Nguva YeZhizh for example. Again, here we have a track that should be about babes in batty riders and bikini tops then, boom, you’re hit with a line that goes:

“Yanguvayekugova zvatakasima/ pataizvirima isu zvichirema/ taitorarama kuchitonhora/ … / Yanguva yezhizhandangonzwa ruzha vachitenda mhofu mazvita mhizha."

The song has a disorienting effect to the ear, like Shakespeare has been mixed with urban slang. But who can argue with the sheer beauty, wit and magnificence of its hook? You could lift it into a Sungura song by any of the late greats and no one would blink an eye. Nothing in Urban Grooves can compare.

Too often you listen to a song in Urban Grooves and think, why are these kids forcing a language to express things in a way it obviously cannot? Conversely, when you hear something in Zim Dancehall, you cannot envisage it being said in another language. This is to say Zim Dancehall has achieved a level of authenticity, which its counterpart has failed to do.

Urban Grooves might reinvigorate itself through collaborations as has already been happening with artists like Nox, Stunner and Trevor Dongo hooking up with their Zim Dancehall counterparts. We might yet see a resurgence here.

I’m not an early adopter of this music, in fact I used to sneer at it. My Pauline conversion was through a friend, Tinofireyi Mandaza, based in Edinburgh, at the time of Winky D’s Vashakabvu. I expressed my surprise at the referencing of Dembo, Tuku and Mukanya in the song. Mandaza explained to me (and it is largely his oral argument that I plagiarise for your edification in this article) that there was a huge difference between Urban Grooves and Zim Dancehall. In his view, the Zim Dancehall artist spoke straight to the heart; most of them are kids from the ghetto, whose life experience is shared by many of us.

In Mandaza’s own words: “Matune aya anotaura nyaya yaunonzwisisa inezvirunga mutauro. You listen to elderly talk being dished out ne tempo yaunonzwisisa and can relate to. You can only dismiss Zim Dancehall if you haven’t listened to it with a fair ear.”

An area of contention is the explicit lyrical content of some of the songs. The most obvious example being Lady Bee whose provocative, invective laden music maybe too much to stomach for some Christian conservatives. It is not this author’s intention to take a position on morality, and a counter argument can be made that this subgenre is edgy and within the artists’ right toself-expression. But one can’t help but see that in a country that still has a censorship board, this may yet be a contested area in future.

The inclusion of female vocalists in this popular genre has had a very positive effect. This is something Sungura has failed to do after so many years. Zim Dancehall has at least allowed artists like Lady Squanda, Ninja Lipsy, Bounty Lisa and Juwela to stake a claim in the genre and battle with male artists on various riddims. Empress Shelly, who reads Shona novels for inspiration, created one of the most hauntingly delicious lines this year: “Vanodiridza hupenyu hwavo nemisodzi yangu, vanhu ava (They water their lives with my tears, these people)…” It remains to be seen if any of these ladies can claim superstardom in her own right.

Music can do so much; capturing thoughts, emotions, expressing ideas both at a personal and societal level. The writer in me is impressed by the lyricism of the best Zim Dancehall artists, but they have done so much more by capturing a nation’s heart.

I certainly wish they would do something about the consistence of instrument quality and videos which can often be crappy. But more importantly we wait to see what new directions this music takes us in. In a StarFM interview, available on YouTube, Tocky Vibes states that his wish for the music in the future is for it to be like a big tree, with many branches, so that whoever wants to come in to the shade on a sunny day can find a spot to stand in. (Trust me that phrase is so much more beautiful in his Shona). With artists like Sniper Storm, Spiderman, Freeman, Ras Pompy, Shinsoman, Seh Calaz, Missle, Tipsy and many others, we can see that tree is growing, and even those of us in the diaspora enjoy its shade.

from zimbojam.com

Tendai Huchu

Huchu’s first novel, The Hairdresser of Harare, was released in 2010 to critical acclaim and has been translated in several languages. His short fiction and nonfiction have appeared in The Manchester Review, Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Gutter, AfroSF, Wasafiri, Warscapes, The Africa Report, The Zimbabwean, Kwani? and numerous other publications. In 2013 he received a Hawthornden Fellowship and a Sacatar Fellowship. He was shortlisted for the 2014 Caine Prize. His new novel, The Maestro, The Magistrate, & The Mathematician, has just been released in Zimbabwe.

Website: www.tendaihuchu.com