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A teenage Hugh Masekela admires the shine of his trumpet, 1956 |
A “popular, sex-stimulating music” that gratifies “the baser impulses” and “penetrates the soul quicker than more advanced forms.” That was jazz in 1955, at least as described by Dr. Yvonne Huskisson, one of the main gatekeepers of culture in apartheid-era South Africa. She didn’t mean it as a good thing. For a government intent on repressing black unity to preserve white minority rule, any music with such a capacity to rouse—particularly one that symbolized racial integration—was considered a threat. Apartheid meant “separateness,” and it was only four years later, in 1959, that the government would begin forcibly segregating black South Africans by ethnic group, relocating them to the townships or to one of 10 different Bantustans, or “homelands,” far from their actual homes. Encourage allegiance to tribe and not nation, the thinking went, and dissent could be minimized. Jazz was out; the indigenous music of the tribes, disseminated by state-controlled radio stations, was in.
Yet there were the Jazz Epistles, breaking attendance records in Cape Town and Sophiatown, playing to mixed audiences, and making them swoon. Composed of Abdullah Ibrahim a.k.a. Dollar Brand (piano), Hugh Masekela (trumpet), Kippie Moeketsi (alto saxophone), Jonas Gwangwa (trombone), Johnny Gertze (bass), Early Mabuza (drums), and Makaya Ntshoko (drums), the group had formed as an offshoot of two other pioneering all-black South African groups that had somehow managed to thrive: the popular vocal outfit Manhattan Brothers, which featured a young Miriam Makeba, and the pit band for the jazz musical King Kong, about the life of boxer Ezekiel Dlamini.
But it was with the bebop-minded Jazz Epistles that seven musicians obsessed with Thelonious Monk, Charlie Parker, and Duke Ellington could truly come into their own. For their first gigs at the Ambassador nightclub, in a suburb of Cape Town, they practiced nine hours a day and slept on the floor. They were so well rehearsed that when they recorded their first and only album—Jazz Epistle: Verse 1, the first all-black modern jazz record in South African history—it took only two hours to finish. The work paid off. Soon enough, they were playing seven nights a week to a room so packed the musicians could barely get to the stage. Only music—no food or alcohol—was served. And yet reservations still had to be made four days in advance.
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Pianist Abdullah Ibrahim, a.k.a. Dollar Brand, before he left South Africa, 1959 |
At the time of the massacre, the Jazz Epistles were preparing for a national tour at Dorkay House, the invaluable multi-use black arts center in Johannesburg, where Nelson and Winnie Mandela supposedly met. But after the government declared a state of emergency, the tour was cancelled. That would be it for the band. Just weeks later, trumpet player Hugh Masekela was on a plane to London, having miraculously secured a passport before what would have likely been his own arrest. To calm his nerves on the plane, he ordered a triple scotch on the rocks, light on the soda, because that’s what Humphrey Bogart drank. “I thought the cops would burst in any minute and remove me,” he recalled. “It was only when we were in the air and beyond South Africa’s border that I started to relax and enjoy my first flight and... taste of freedom.”
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Alto saxophonist Kippie Moeketsi, trombonist Jonas Gwangwa, and trumpeter Hugh Masekela performing together, 1959 |
The Jazz Epistles comes to BAM April 18 and 19, and great tickets are still available for the April 18 performance.
Robert Jackson Wood is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn.
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mash'allah this will be a beautiful show to hear, to know from where he has come, and to see Abdullah now, we are blessed, the stories, the music, it's all practice....
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