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(streaming via the free Bandcamp app
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Black and been here since 1949
West London jaw grind, ‘Tek it easy’
We saw him, you saw him
Walking along the canal last night
And what a joy to buck up upon him
At the carnival today
To hear him speak about
The dances and the bands
At the Paramount
The spots you couldn’t mix
With white in, or dance in
Remembering… London
How he been slapped so hard
With the lash - Sam Selvon say
And it take him 60 years
Before he could call England
‘Home’
He musta come here in black and white, 1959
Time longer than twine
So long ago he don’t
Remember being a child,
Just a suit and steamer trunk
Upon a ship which took
A good six weeks to cross
We sat at his kitchen table
And I filmed him on the fly
But he wasn’t saying much
At least nothing I could put in a poem
Instead he showed me
Photographs - with the dashiki and the fez
With Michael X at the Ambience
Outside the night came in
And he had moved so far away
From calling England
‘Home ’
I’ve lived here longer than home, since 1989
Remember Harlesden in the spring time
I used to walk from Cricklewood
To Marylebone High Street
To cut up meat to punch out dough
I was never asked to wait tables
Or to serve scones and coffee
I worked in the basement
But I learned to tie my apron
In a way that retained some dignity
And in my first summer above the corner shop
I listened to rare groove on pirate radio
I was flung so far from any notion of nation
How long do you have to live in a place
Before you can call it
‘Home?’
Swing Praxis
In which considering the lack
Of a truly beautiful, violent revolution
We establish ourselves as mediums for change
Change which must accumulate
Yo maximum impact and speed
Like rhythm
And rhythm
Is a unit of meaning
Of feeling
Of being
And there are ways
To withstand sustained conflict
But guns are the teeth of democracy
Swing praxis
We must not easily be possessed
By what is just the crudest element of a given plan
Either we vote or protest or tremble or march or fight
But either way it will soon be hard to be ‘cool’
And black at the same time
Swing praxis
It is self-evident
That we stand at the edge of a great victory
Of which we are confident
That we have been wounded in battle
But it’s too late to be hurt
It’s too late to turn back now!
So go on, go on, bring fire music
With harmonic cycles of hymn rhythm
And we will navigate the fear of death
Go deep in the jungles of deceit and concrete
And see how we are murdered on these streets
Or be real and go back to the old country
Go down in the valley and see how my people have built
Such beautyfull homes in the dirt
See how only secular sound and the mutability
And resilience of black spirit duality
Can liberate them
From history
Swing praxis
Come with the hard bop
And catch the vision
Jazz is a river of vigorous spirits
Come like Lightning Hopkins
With the Akpala hip shake
Come and dance the Juba
With the kick and step
And the arms akimbo
Swing
As method
As action
As rubric
As heritage
As a black and combative orchestra
With terrible bees
And whistles and teeth
Swing praxis
Swing praxis
Swing as method
Swing as a template for revolution
6.
The Gift
about
British-Trinidadian poet/musician/author Anthony Joseph’s latest album contains multitudes. Operating as a dedication to poetic ancestors and a coming together of musical generations, The Rich are Only Defeated When Running for their Lives is also an almighty jam. Recorded live last August, it shows off the prowess of a team of master musicians (Shabaka Hutchings among others) from Paris and London. Jason Yarde, who also produced Joseph’s 2018 album is credited as producer/composer/arranger – to startling, albeit intimate, effect.
Running throughout the release are inter-connected themes: memory, place, belonging and acts of homage. Opener, “Kamau” pays respect to the lauded Barbadian poet, Kamau Brathwaite who passed away in February last year. Brathwaite was an important influence on Joseph – the two writers met several times. On “Kamau” Joseph compellingly conveys not only the nature of Brathwaite’s aesthetic, but the full potential of a Black surrealist poetics, in an urgent, clipped diction against a rousing musical soundtrack which features Hutchings on bass clarinet.
When asked to convey the essence of Brathwaite’s “energy” in a 2018 interview, Joseph used the words “audacious … muscular,” while also noting the late poet’s capacity to “give voice to the voiceless.” A similar description might be used for Joseph’s new album, in its evocation of the post Windrush generations’ search for belonging — a story that soon becomes Joseph’s own (“Calling England Home”), in the recounting of familial grief (“The Gift”) and in the expansive grooves and storytelling on “Maka Dimweh”, a poem/song that universalises the tale of a Guyanese soldier.
One of the album’s most striking cuts, “Language (Poem for Anthony McNeill) once more memorialises another key figure in the Caribbean literary landscape: McNeill, a Jamaican poet known for his radical modernist aesthetic, deeply influenced by jazz, who died before his time in 1996. The 10-minute plus groove shows the band to full effect, as Joseph compellingly conjures something of McNeill’s gift and the potential of “language rooted in the drums…the cry of the horn.”
In fact, the entire album might be understood as part of Joseph’s engagement with his Caribbean musical and literary roots; the somewhat mysterious album title, for instance, comes from the Trinidadian writer, philosopher, historian and socialist activist, C.L.R James’ book on the Haitian revolution, The Black Jacobins (1938).
To Yarde and Joseph’s credit the musicianship never falters, even when conjuring deeply contrasting moods. See, for instance, the foregrounding of a formidable horn section of top-level saxophonists of very different aesthetic stripes (Hutchings, Yarde, Colin Webster – a longstanding Joseph collaborator and Denys Baptiste, whose credits include McCoy Tyner and Billy Higgins). “Calling England Home,” for example, is carried along by a sleepily evocative 60s horn-driven dancehall ambience, entirely in keeping with the song’s lyrical focus.
Note too, Rod Youngs’ sensitive drum parts, which coalesces to great effect with Andrew John’s bass throughout the album. Youngs is a previous Gil Scott-Heron collaborator, while London-based bassist and composer John has played on six of Joseph’s previous albums. Guitarist Thibaut Remy, who composed ‘Calling England Home’, performs with the Awalé Jant Band. There are the fragile interruptions of French jazz pianist, Florian Pellissier, while contributions from veteran percussionists Roger Raspail and Crispin Robinson provide further grit, delicacy and depth.
credits
releases May 7, 2021
Anthony Joseph - Vocals
Andrew John - Bass
Thibaut Remy - Guitar
Rod Youngs - Drums
Florian Pellissier - Piano/Moog/Organ/Rhodes Piano
Jason Yarde - Alto & Baritone Saxophone
Shabaka Hutchings - Tenor Saxophone on ‘Swing Praxis’/Bass clarinet on ‘Kamau’
Denys Baptiste - Tenor Saxophone & Bass Clarinet on ‘Language’, Tenor Sax on ‘Maka Dimweh’ & ‘The Gift’
Colin Webster - Tenor Saxophone on ‘Kamau’ & Swing Praxis’, Baritone Sax on ‘Language’
Crispin Robinson - Bata Drums and Percussion
Roger Raspail - Percussion on ‘Maka Dimweh’
Produced by Jason Yarde
All arrangements by Jason Yarde except ‘The Gift’ - arranged by Andrew John & ‘Calling England Home’ arranged by Thibaut Remy, both with additional arrangements by Mr Yarde
Album engineered and mixed by Jordan Kouby
Recorded at Livingston Studios, (London), August 2020
Additional recording at Total Refreshment Center, London & Question De Son, Paris
Mastered by Mickaël Rangeard at Question De Son
Executive Producer: Franck Descollonges
Photography by Bunny Bread / @icreatenotdestroy
Design & Artwork: Jean-Louis Duralek
Anthony Joseph is a poet, novelist, musician and lecturer described as ‘the leader of the black avant-garde in Britain’. His written work and performance occupies a space between surrealism, Jazz and the rhythms of Caribbean speech and music.
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This reminds me of hanging in dank basements with musicians way better than me and just being in awe of the emotions they could pull out of listeners.
Really stunning stuff, I hope it promises a lot more to come. Solvent