AN “OBRONI” IN GHANA From the mouth to the mind

AN “OBRONI” IN GHANA From the mouth to the mind While it is true that African art largely takes place in the Northern hemisphere, and while its major (political, financial, philosophical, aesthetic etc.) advances have taken place here, it is true that the African continent is increasingly asserting itself as an exceptional relational space for cultural agents.

Face to face

28.02.2011 | by Marta Mestre

Here in Ngorongoro

Here in Ngorongoro Here in Ngorongoro, the flamingos spread across the lake’s low waters, walk erratic steps and peck the mud with greed. Reflections of the flamingos and of the sky, punctuated by clouds, paint the water in blue, rose and white. The wind disperses the clouds ceasing their self-admiration on the mirror; the afternoon is going to heat up. In northern Tanzania, West of the Kilimanjaro and on the way to the famous Serengeti National Park, exists one of the bigger cauldrons in the world: the Crater of Ngorongoro.

I'll visit

22.02.2011 | by Nuno Milagre

Music with Identity

Music with Identity It’s 1943 and Benguela is thriving. As the famous railway heads inland, the town readies itself for a make-over: there is a modern development plan afoot. Progress is the watchword. In one of its streets, an important event is about to occur: Dona Ludovina (a singer of some style, they say), the wife of Sebastião José da Costa, an employee at the Post Office and a former journalist, is about to give birth to a child she will call Carlos Lamartine. Benguela waits, with open arms, to welcome a great son, one who will be a major figure in Angolan music and the author of timeless melodies.

Stages

18.02.2011 | by Mário Rui Silva

Ayiti pi djanm ak jazz

Ayiti pi djanm ak jazz “Haïti plus fort avec le jazz”, “Haiti stronger with jazz” is the theme of International Jazz Festival of Port-au-Prince that will take place in this city between the 19th and the 26th of February.

Stages

17.02.2011 | by Sílvia Norte

To the sound of the old pick-up

To the sound of the old pick-up The saucepan lids turned like records on an imaginary pick-up. If you closed your eyes, you could hear the sounds reverberating everywhere. Then came the sessions when other rhythms were played - mornas and coladeras on the guitar of a cousin who “sort of lived in the house.” The gramophones and the radios had also been sort of living there for a long time. But that was at the start. Aftyer that there was going to be the Clube Marítimo Africano, the final year parties, the focus on a big new star and then recognition as a major figure in Angolan music: Filipe Zau.

Stages

16.02.2011 | by Mário Rui Silva