The arts and party policy: not so much manifesting as ghosting

Reading election manifestos is dispiriting at the best of times. The media obviously take the greatest delight in slating the ruling party, because it’s easiest to check whether their promises from last time were kept. But all the parties seem to have their sales pitches written by graduates of the same University of Weasel Words.

They all contain slogans nobody could possibly disagree with (“End crime!” “End loadshedding!”). They all use the same linguistic tricks: crammed with passives without an actor (“X should be done…”; “X is needed…”). All of them focus on the “What”, with longwinded waffleabout the “How?”, if it’s discussed at all. Parties on the populist side specialise in authoritarian fiats (“There shall be…”). Parties on the right specialise in promising the impossible: less regulation and fewer taxes when the new measures “we will ensure” could only be implemented through regulation and will need to be funded somehow.

But reading how the manifestos propose to handle arts and culture – and especially music – is the most dispiriting task of all.

So far, I’ve seen (in no particular order) the Rise Mzantsi People’s Manifesto, the DA’s Rescue Plan, the Change Starts Now document, and the manifestos of ActionSA (“Let’s Fix South Africa“), the ANC and the EFF. (A few biggish players (IFP, Good Party) are still to launch their policy plans.) All the documents contain proposals for infrastructural improvement that will, as a side-effect , benefit the arts as they will other sectors. But concrete, targeted, informed cultural policies? Not so much.

Bottom of the class by a long way is the DA. The party’s Blue Saviour narrative promises to “rescue South Africa” from a range of ills – although you’re on your own with poverty and inequality, because from those all they promise is to “enable people to rescue themselves”. But there’s no mention of arts, culture or heritage policy. The closest they get is to complain, in a testing-obsessed section on education, that “tuition time is constantly sacrificed to other priorities, including (…) choir practice…” There will be no singing in schools on their watch.

Bottom of the class: repeat the year

Almost as visionless about the arts is the “Charter” of Roger Jardine’s Change Starts Now movement – surprising (or perhaps not) from a former D-G of the old DAC. There’s a commonplace generality about children getting “all the education and training necessary to meet all their potential”, and maybe the promised “mini-Change Charters” to come will say more. The absence of cultural policies is a pity, though, because this is the only smaller party manifesto with a concrete proposal for how improvements can be funded, via a short-term Reconstruction Tax.

Barely scraping in above those two is Action SA, with a line about how “all children should have access to a range of well-resourced extracurricular activities (…) such as sport, drama and art”. But from the private-sector focus of the rest of the document it looks like that’ll only happen if business stumps up the cash – and he who pays the piper…

The ANC makes the arts part of Priority Five out of six: defend democracy and advance freedom. That’s a progressive placement, acknowledging that human creativity has a bigger place and role than simply as a money-making commodity. But the generalised framing is highly instrumental: “Reinforce the contribution of arts, heritage, languages, culture, sport and the creative sector more generally to nation-building, social cohesion and national development”. Each of the ANC’s six priorities has both a general framing and a more detailed subsequent section, but, disappointingly – and in contrast to some other sections – on the arts the follow-up really doesn’t add much. That’s a step down from the last national elections, when the ANC manifesto had a detailed chapter on the creative industries (see https://sisgwenjazz.wordpress.com/2019/01/20/elections-culture-commoditisation-made-manifesto/) : heavily global market-focused, but at least it was there.

Not much progress: could do better

It’s left to Songezo Zibi’s Rise Mzantsi to explicitly discuss the creative economy, although often tightly linked to tourism, much as the ANC manifesto treated it in 2019. The party does, however, promise to “leverage public and private investment in community arts and sports infrastructure and skills, to build a vibrant amateur and professional arts sector. We will also encourage and assist marquee arts productions (huh?) that promote South African arts, tourism and national culture”.

Rise Mzantsi notes that the communities it talked to, unsurprisingly, linked loss of hope to the loss of community cultural infrastructure, but doesn’t make as much of that link as it might. And there’s a lovely line about “Africa-centred education (…) imagining African futures…” which could definitely cue some more concrete discussion of restoring arts education in state schools, but doesn’t. Left hanging like that, it seems just another slogan with high symbolic but minimal concrete value, alongside “end blue-light brigades”.

Top of the class, just like last time (but with some massive caveats) comes the EFF, whose manifesto has a long chapter on arts and culture and extensive consideration of the creative pipeline from the education chapter too.

It’s the only party to acknowledge arts and music education as having not only economic but human value: “to improve cognitive skills and stimulate learners.” It’s the only party to acknowledge the importance of IP and the laws around it to the arts – other parties might as well still be living in the pre-digital age. It deals with the concrete problems artists are facing now: the high cost of instruments; the lack of arts equipment and teachers in schools; the inability of skilled arts veterans to secure teaching posts because they lack formal qualifications; the lack of any labour protections for the majority of freelance arts practitioners.

Consistently does the homework

However, there are several big buts. First, almost all of this is expressed as orders from above, such as “every school will have one arts and culture teacher per grade by 2025.” There is no consideration of how to get there, or of the budget, curriculum and logistical adjustments this will require. As in other manifestos, “what” trumps “how”.

Second, some of it is absurdly specific – “one monthly (arts) festival in each district municipality” – where the cultural needs of communities are often much more locality-specific than this, and the central imposition of one-size-fits-all policies, events and hard infrastructure may not be at all what is needed.

Third, some of it is just plain wrong. Local content music quotas are, unarguably, a good thing. But setting those quotas too high – 85% or 90% is proposed in some broadcasting contexts – subverts their value and renders them almost un-implementable, particularly in today’s multi-channel digital music consumption world. (see https://sisgwenjazz.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/ninety-percent-local-music-on-sabc-too-little-context-too-big-a-number/)As the Motsoeneng mess illustrated, it discredits an otherwise very useful measure.

The EFF, alone among the parties so far, has listened in detail to what cultural practitioners, including teachers, are saying. It genuinely knows what today’s problems are. For that, it deserves praise. But any party that translates diverse and nuanced needs into a fixed set of centralised and authoritarian orders is also signalling that it may be rather less likely to carry on listening should it ever achieve power.

I read the manifestos so you don’t have to

I’m in the middle of the mammoth task of putting together some information on what the various political party manifestos have to say about arts, culture and music. It’s every bit as depressing as it was last time, but I hope to have it done in the course of the week…

In the meantime, here’s something far less depressing: from Tutu Puoane’s new album Wrapped in Rhythm:

Jazzanians 1988 ride again – in a crystal-clear reissue

Sometimes we forget that even our greatest musicians started somewhere, Even the best music they make as students or band beginners won’t be a patch on what shared experience and dedicated practice inspires from them in a few years’ time.

That’s why it’s so cool that young South African jazz players (particularly those studying overseas) are now often releasing their graduate recitals as debut albums. Serious followers of the music can now trace a career and a voice from its beginnings.

But for earlier generations of South African players who honed their craft under apartheid? Not so much.

And alongside all the many other good reasons why a re-release of the Jazzanians’ 1988 We Have Waited Too Long was long overdue – that’s another one.  (Ubuntu Music https://www.weareubuntumusic.com/  – see https://3rdearmusic.com/reissue/jazzanians : limited-edition SA vinyl out in Jan and possibly sold out; CD/ digital worldwide release coming on April 12.)

The vinyl release was timed to coincide with the release of Darius and Cathy Brubeck’s memoir of their pioneering years establishing the Centre for Jazz and Popular Music (CJPM) at UKZN (then, the University of Natal), Playing the Changes (https://www.factandfiction.co.za/products/9781869145286): the first home within South African higher education for South African musicians of colour and their kind of modern jazz. You just have to look at the roll-call of musicians who graduated from the CJPM, and what they achieved subsequently to acknowledge what a formidable contribution the centre and its teachers made to South African cultural life.

The album’s first six tracks were recorded in 1988, when the Jazzanians were formally established as a band and wowed the audience at the Detroit NAJE conference. The outfit comprises Zim Ngqawana and Nic Paton on reeds, Johnny Mekoa on trumpet and as leader, guitarist Andrew Eagle, pianist Melvin Peters, Victor Masondo on bass and Lulu Gontsana on drums. There were three other Jazzanians in this period: drummer Kevin Gibson, bassist Lex Futshane and reedman Rick van Heerden, but they weren’t part of this session.

Let’s not forget, though, that Professor Brubeck is a pianist as well as a teacher. The seventh (vinyl, bonus) track nods to that. It’s a recording from four years earlier, Tugela Rail, featuring Brubeck on piano, Barney Rachabane on sax, Nelson Magwaza on drums, Marc Duby on bass and Mabi Thobejane on percussion. (UPDATE 210224. Apologies!!! This track appeared on the Third Ear reissue a couple of years back — it’s not on this one)

Until it fell to pieces, I used to have a cassette of We Have Waited Too Long. (Yes, it was those days…and the actual disc came out on something called Umkhonto Records, which, particularly in the light of recent political-party shenanigans, would no longer have quite the same resonance.) Tribute has to be paid to mastering engineer Peter Beckmann at Technology Works: this crystal-clear reissue lets me access sonic detail and nuance I missed on that rather dodgy original.

The six tracks comprise four student compositions plus a homage to Mekoa’s first music university, Victor Ndlazilwana’s Jazz Ministers ( Zandile) as well as Brubeck’s homage to The Rainbow, where the outfit’s first magic public performances happened. Ngqawana and Eagle’s mbaqanga opener, Bayete, is classic for the genre – and proof that even Zim once played infectiously corny choruses. Peters’ Peace Meal signals the kind of lyricism we still hear from his work. Gontsana is already the crisp, precise drummer whose inventively propulsive engine became so in-demand later by just about everybody on the scene. Mekoa – somewhat more experienced than most of the others – pulls commanding, soulful solos out of the hat everywhere he features.  

It’s on Eagle’s title track, though that we start to hear the germ of what made Ngqawana such a remarkable player later on. He’s a good flute player, rather than the great one he became later – but his ideas! Masondo’s bass work also makes you sit up in wonder.

But We Have Waited Too Long, much as it is about the early days of a bunch of astoundingly talented players, is also about a time and a place where what could be for South African jazz remained tantalizingly on the horizon. It may be hard for SA jazz students born later to even imagine what it was like.

What happened at UKZN did not spring from nowhere in South African jazz. There had been generations of teachers and innovators in the townships, far less well-resourced but just as talented and passionate, and players like Mekoa, Masondo, Gontsana and Ngqawana had already come through their less formal schools too.

The CJPM offered a structured, racially integrated way to learn more, qualify and network with and access international platforms, powerfully supported by the Brubecks’ warm hearts, drive and vision. The Jazzanians really mattered in making dreams reality, getting the message out to the world and taking the sound forward. If you haven’t heard this album, you should.

Here’s a glimpse of that 1988 USA trip:

Harold Jefta 1933-2024: the Cape Town Bird has flown

Legendary saxophonist Harold Jefta (Jephtha, when he was born in Cape Town’s District Six, in October 1933) passed away last week.

Jefta’s family was removed to Salt River as District Six was cleared, and there, aged about ten, a knee accident landed him in a treatment home for some years. To fill his time, he picked up a bamboo pipe and began trying to play what he heard on the radio, and what older boys at the home were also trying to play: pop and swing tunes off the radio. He was mentored by an older guitar player there, and later by his cousin, guitarist Kenny Jephtha and altoist Leslie Stigers, leader of the senators of swing. It was Kenny who gave him his first jazz gig but, like most Cape Town musicians of his generation, he also gigged with langaarm dance bands and on any other platform that was available. By the late 1950s, he had his own quartet, with another young man who was to become a legend – in the Jazz Epistles – Johnny Gertze, on bass.

The mature Harold Jefta in front of a portrait of his younger self. (image: Swedish Radio)

For the detail of this early history, I am indebted to Warren Ludski, whose interview series, Music Legends of Cape Town, does irreplaceable work documenting a whole community of musicians whose precious memories might otherwise be lost. Please read the whole interview here: https://warrenludskimusicscene.com/interviews-3/harold-jeftas-music-like-a-rhapsody-in-blue/

It’s from another interview, Lars Rassmussen’s with musician and archivist the late Vincent Kolbe, (pianist in Jefta’s group) Jazz People of Cape Town (https://books.google.co.za/books/about/Jazz_People_of_Cape_Town.html?id=s7g4AQAAIAAJ&redir_esc=y) that memories of that early oufit come. Jefta’s quartet had a formidable reputation as serious be-boppers. Kolbe’s bandleader at the time in the Paramount Dixies told him “Oh, you’re interested in that kind of music? You can go…” Recalling his attempts to secure gigs at the Paramount Hotel, Kolbe recounted the manager warning “If you’re going to play that heavy jazz, forget it!”

Kolbe recalls the quartet trying to venture into the UCT (and whites-only) jazz rag, held one year in the non-segregated, Weitzmann Hall in Sea Point. “All the white musicians didn’t want any Black or Coloured musicians to play.” That made Kolbe and the others so furious they approached a Catholic church hall, Holy Cross, to hold their own concerts. Following their initiative, other unsegregated events and venues began starting up.

Bassist Sammy Maritz recalls Jefta’s quartet “making a nice sound…saying beautiful things”. Guitarist Harry Peacock, a shy teenager at the time, was “amazed that I could hear bebop from a local guy like him…and one thing I liked about him was he wasn’t a selfish musician. He said: ‘Hey, you got something guy: you must come around’ (…) he taught me some amazing things…He used to say: ‘No, no, man, you must open your guitar case and play’ (…) I got a lot of confidence from him.”

The Cape Town bebop scene, recalled drummer Gerry Cupido, “died when the Jephtha Brothers left for Europe…”

They left, of course, with the Golden City Dixies and the story of Jefta’s desire to consume all the music education he was barred from by racial segregation, his settling in Sweden, and his rise to fame with the Charlie Parker Memorial Quartet and later the Harold Jefta Unit, are told in Ludski’s interview.

But Jefta loved and missed home. After the end of apartheid, he tried to visit every couple of years, and in 2016 he brought his Unit to perform in his home city. The documentary below, tells that story and demonstrates how, even in his 80s, the power and intelligence of his playing continued to awe audiences.

I heard him on one of those visits. Jefta wasn’t just any old Parker copyist. He was certainly faithful to an older, bebop, jazz tradition that some might consider retro – but that tradition itself encourages invention and his solos were always wholly his own, even on the tunes Parker had made famous (and he wrote his own originals too). His tone was as sweet, rich and complex as a well-aged brandy. In that style, we all knew in that concert hall, we were in the presence of a master.

So it’s odd that so little notice has been taken of his passing outside Cape Town jazz circles. He joins world-famous drummer Gilbert Matthews, international award-winning music (and more) photographer George Hallett, and several of the musicians who’ve left us in recent months in receiving absolutely no tribute from the media, from DSAC or elsewhere where you might think it would be noticed (City of Cape Town, anybody?).

This nation should be ashamed. It’s all very well, paying fealty to global capitalist music standards when a few of our artists breach those ramparts – they’ve fought hard to get there, for sure. It’s all very well, expressing the desire “to dance with Tyla” from the SONA platform. But how about a bit of respect for the sons and daughters of the soil who did not win Grammies (and may not even have cared about doing so) but who mentored, worked hard at their craft, brought joy to South African audiences and still carried the message of South African talent all over the world, sometimes under the toughest of conditions?

Rus in vrede, Harold Jephtha: child of District Six and master of the bebop sax.