I canÂnot write about NigerÂian bandÂleader, saxÂoÂphonÂist, and founder of the Afrobeat sound, Fela AnikuÂlapo Kuti, with any degree of objecÂtivÂiÂty, whatÂevÂer that might mean. Because hearÂing him counts as one of the greatÂest musiÂcal eye-openÂers of my life: a feelÂing of pure elaÂtion that still has not gone away. It was not an origÂiÂnal disÂcovÂery by any means. MilÂlions of peoÂple could say the same, and far more of those peoÂple are African fans with a much betÂter sense of Fela’s misÂsion. In the U.S., the playÂfulÂly-delivÂered but ferÂvent urgency of his activist lyriÂcism requires footÂnotes.
Afrobeat fanÂdom in many counÂtries does not have to perÂsonÂalÂly reckÂon with the hisÂtoÂry from which Fela and his band emerged—a NigeÂria wracked in the 60s by a milÂiÂtary coup, civÂil war, and rule by a sucÂcesÂsion of milÂiÂtary junÂtas. Fela (for whom the first name nevÂer seems too familÂiar, so envelopÂing was his presÂence on stage and record) creÂatÂed the conÂdiÂtions for a new style of African music to emerge, an earth-shatÂterÂing fusion of jazz, funk, psych rock, high life from Ghana, salÂsa, and black powÂer, anti-coloÂnial, and anti-corÂrupÂtion polÂiÂtics.
He took up the cause of the comÂmon peoÂple by singing in a pan-African EngÂlish that leapt across borÂders and culÂturÂal divides. In 1967, the year he went to Ghana to craft his new sound and direcÂtion, his cousin, Nobel-prize winÂning writer Wole SoyinÂka, was jailed for attemptÂing to avert Nigeria’s colÂlapse into civÂil war. Fela returned home swingÂing three year latÂer, a burÂgeonÂing superÂstar with a new name (dropÂping the British “RanÂsome” and takÂing on the YoruÂba “AnikuÂlapo”), a new sound, and a new vision.
Fela built a comÂmune called KalakuÂta RepubÂlic, a home for his band, wives, chilÂdren and entourage. The comÂpound was raidÂed by the milÂiÂtary govÂernÂment, his nightÂclub shut down, he was beatÂen and jailed hunÂdreds of times. He conÂtinÂued to pubÂlish columns and speak out in interÂviews and perÂforÂmances against coloÂnial hegeÂmoÂny and post-coloÂnial abuse. He chamÂpiÂoned traÂdiÂtionÂal African reliÂgious pracÂtices and pan-African socialÂism. He harshÂly criÂtiqued the West’s role in propÂping up corÂrupt African govÂernÂments and conÂductÂing what he called “psyÂchoÂlogÂiÂcal warÂfare.”
What would Fela have thought of Fela Kuti: the Father of Afrobeat, the docÂuÂmenÂtary about him here in two parts? I don’t know, though he might have had someÂthing to say about its source: CGTN Africa, a netÂwork fundÂed by the ChiÂnese govÂernÂment and operÂatÂed by ChiÂna CenÂtral TeleÂviÂsion. Debate amongst yourÂselves the posÂsiÂble proÂpaÂganÂda aims for disÂsemÂiÂnatÂing the film; none of them interÂfere with the vibrant porÂtrait that emerges of Nigeria’s most charisÂmatÂic musiÂcal artist, a man beloved by those closÂest to him and those farÂthest away.
Find out why he so enthralls, in interÂviews with his band and famÂiÂly, flamÂboyÂant perÂforÂmance footage, and pasÂsionÂate, filmed interÂviews. Part guru and radÂiÂcal popÂulist hero, a bandÂleader and musiÂcian as tireÂlessÂly perÂfecÂtionÂisÂtic as Duke EllingÂton or James Brown—with the crack band to match—Fela was himÂself a great proÂpaÂganÂdist, in the way of the greatÂest self-made star perÂformÂers and revÂoÂluÂtionÂarÂies. With force of will, perÂsonÂalÂiÂty, endÂless rehearsal, and one of the greatÂest drumÂmers to come out of the 20th cenÂtuÂry, Tony Allen, Fela made a nationÂal strugÂgle uniÂverÂsal, drawÂing on sources from around the globÂal south and the U.S. and, since his death in 1997, inspirÂing a BroadÂway musiÂcal and wave upon wave of revival and redisÂcovÂery of his music and the jazz/rock/Latin/traditional African fusions hapÂpenÂing all over the conÂtiÂnent of Africa in the 60s and 70s.
No list of superlaÂtives can conÂvey the feelÂing of lisÂtenÂing to Fela’s music, the unreÂlentÂing funkÂiÂness that pulsÂes from his band’s comÂplex, interÂlockÂing polyrhythms, the serÂpenÂtine lines his saxÂoÂphone traces around rightÂeous vocal chants and wah guiÂtars. Learn the hisÂtoÂry of his strugÂgle, by all means, and cast a wary eye at those who may use it for othÂer means. But let no extra-musiÂcal conÂcerns stop you from jourÂneyÂing through Fela’s catÂaÂlog, whether as a curiÂous tourist or as someÂone who underÂstands firstÂhand the musiÂcal war he waged on the zomÂbie relics of empire and a milÂiÂtaÂrized anti-demoÂcÂraÂtÂic govÂernÂment.
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Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness
Fela, music is modÂern NigeÂria bible, because fela talk about everyÂthing, you may think of, good refÂerÂences, you can only hate fela if you’re not a honÂest perÂson, because all what fela said is truth,is the only prophet I know, and watched fela on pepÂple street in Africa Shrine , by myself, Eleniyan, AugusÂtine, Baba70,sun re baba ‚baba yeni, baba femi, babaseÂun, orun re.
Fela AnikuÂlapo Kuti was the,is the, will always be the founder of modÂern African music.
I love fela’ music much, espeÂcialÂly the saxophone/horns arrangeÂment..
I love Fela craziÂly for his boldÂness in speakÂing the truth and for his quest to fight for the comÂmon man .
Fela above all , is a proud African man who cherÂishÂes the African culÂture and traÂdiÂtion .He truÂely inspires me when I lisÂten to his music.He tells you of our herÂitage and who we are as Africans and that point needs to be kept alive always. Fela is a good oraÂtor a prophet as such , should be rememÂbered for his works and belief.
FELABRATION MUST NOT DIE .
Hate him,Like him, He was and he remains legÂend đź’Ş Only fearÂless human beings that says it how it it and how it supÂpose to be withÂout thinkÂing what’s going to be the outÂcome of it! Rest on my hero!!!