What an award-filled weekend it’s been! The first thing to say is congratulations to all the weekend’s jazz and jazz-adjacent winners!! Musicians know, better than we do, that external rankings and “winners” have very little to do with real (collective, not individualistic) creative music-making. Difference in relation to judges’ tastes, not “better” or “worse”, governs who finally scores the lump of Perspex. In terms of creativity and beautiful music, everybody on those lists is a winner – and so are many who weren’t. Still, that kind of recognition is useful for promotion and marketing.
However, what the awards did demonstrate, yet again, is the absurdity of their genre categories.
Neither Msaki nor her music (SAMA Best Female Artist/ Best Adult Contemporary) are any less “African” than Mandisi Dyantyis and his music (SAMA Best African Adult Contemporary). It’s great there were two awards, because it meant both could win, but, really…WTF? Likewise, how on earth was the line drawn at the Mzantsi Jazz Awards between Sibusiso Mash Mashiloane (Best Contemporary Jazz Album) and Malcolm Jiyane (Best Traditional Jazz Album)? Again, both are worthy winners, but you could make equally strong arguments for swapping their titles around, and fearless avant-gardist Jiyane’s perplexity at getting a “traditional” award was palpable during his acceptance speech.
And that, as Heritage Month begins, opens another very interesting debate. What exactly do we mean by words like “tradition” and “heritage”?
The ANC’s 2022 pre-conference discussion document on arts, culture and heritage (https://www.politicsweb.co.za/documents/anc-npc-discussion-document-on-arts-culture-and-he) is a good place to start. It’s an interesting document in that, for the first time, it admits to major errors in the ruling party’s (and hence the government’s) approach: arts were so unimportant they were horse-traded during the transition and remain undervalued and underfunded; the cultural contribution of non-ANC liberation movements is ignored; and – since the ministry merger – sport gets all the props.
That’s the document’s progressive side. Less so is its continued hardline instrumentalism (the value of the arts lies only in what they can be used for, including shoring up “the credibility of the ANC as a leader of society”) and its focus on physical objects and sites rather than on the processes of making and participating in the arts.
That last is where these ideas intersect with our questions about tradition and heritage, because they build directly on the longtime official definition of heritage as “valued property such as historic buildings, artwork, books and manuscripts and other artefacts that have been passed down from previous generations.”
But heritage is not just about the past. It’s not fixed and unchanging. It’s not just a commodity to be viewed in museums or turned into replicas for tourists to buy. It doesn’t just happen in and around specialist cultural production and preservation sites. And it’s certainly not something that only exists when it’s officially labelled (with its representatives officially chosen) or – worse – officially generated.
Heritage is the product of ongoing human processes that did not stop yesterday but are still happening today, all around us. It is communities, not government ministries, that determine what is cherished, preserved – and changed. In a continuous dialogue between the past and the present, heritage is constantly made and re-made. Changing communities, changing practices and attitudes, changing place and technology all go into the discourse.
Jazz is a perfect example.
South Africa’s jazz heritage has deep historic roots, in the Southern African community musics that were made in pre-jazz eras, and in the mixing and mingling of all the mine camps and hostels and “native” yards, where the country’s first modern musical fusions were born. It was a music of resistance because it was a music of mixing and mingling, Pan-African and assertively innovative against apartheid’s rigid definitional boxes, constantly changing – resistance was in its nature, not just (sometimes) its lyrics.
That heritage has survived because communities took it to their hearts; danced and sang to it and sat around tables plotting to it. But when, in the 1950s, people sang “Meadowlands…Ons dak nie; ons phola hier” they were singing about those removals, with the idiomatic musical inflections of that era.
Today, singers still sing Meadowlands. Their musical interpretations take on board and transform all the musics heard and made between then and now. And the evictions they invoke? Well… take your pick: the informal settlements around the Marikana mine? The eKhenana community and farm of Abahlali base Mjondolo? The inner-city Joburg buildings cleared to make way for Maboneng?
It’s still heritage, but it’s saying new things for new times too. If you stop that happening by defining its nature, name and function rigidly from the top, you stifle it. Butterflies are most beautiful flying free, not chloroformed and pinned to cardboard with an official label beneath.
That’s why it doesn’t really matter whether the jazz of Sibu Mashiloane is “contemporary” or that of Malcolm Jiyane “traditional.” Both are simultaneously both. They make heritage for tomorrow by the conversations with yesterday their new music creates today.
If you want to think more about these issues, log in on Friday morning September 2 at 11am to http://www.facebook.com/UJArtsCulture or http://www.facebook.com/centreforcreativearts where I’ll be part of a multigenerational conversation about “Jazz as Heritage” followed by a streamed concert from Abbey Cindi and his United States of Africa – a veteran musician who’s as cutting-edge as they come.