Boston celebrates South African jazz legend
“I know it’s cold out there, Boston,” Masekela said during a song, riling up the audience. “But don’t bring it in here. I’ve seen you at those sports games. I know you’re a noisy crowd.”
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“I know it’s cold out there, Boston,” Masekela said during a song, riling up the audience. “But don’t bring it in here. I’ve seen you at those sports games. I know you’re a noisy crowd.”
For the main performance Masekela was joined on stage by Francis Manneh Fuster, percussion; Abednigo “Fana” Zulu, bass; Randall Skippers, keyboards; Lee-Roy Sauls, drums; and Cameron John Ward, guitar. Masekela performed a mix of old favorites and music from his most recent album Phola.
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“We’re coming there to play and make people happy,” concludes Masekela. “They dance their asses off at our shows.”
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The Guardian By Simon Jenkins The last time I heard the trumpeter and singer Hugh Masekela was at a New Year’s Eve party in 1990 on the slopes of Table Mountain. Nelson Mandela had recently been released and Masekela had returned from exile. The hot night air blew in from False Bay, and conversation crackled … Read more