the designs are in, the crew is ready for some oxygen intake; once again PASS lands in cape town,
this time bearing aliens ex limbe, addis, kinshasa, las vegas, paris, soweto and the cape flats.
another month ahead of no sleep, quick food-on-the-go, knee-bending dancing, and mammoth amounts of blk coffee. read about them all on: www.panafricanspacestation.org.za
last night, over dinner, with a straight face and before going out dancing, bili bidjoka said to me, “i see myself as a 19th century parisian artist … ” to which, of course, there is no measured retort possible.
it was like the day when someone asked louis moholo, “what are you listening to now?”, referring to music on disc in
the cd player, louis replied “i am listening to you man!”.
we recorded that conversation … and put it here for you
Neo Muyanga’s music plays along the boundaries of the Crafted and the Improvised – songs made become songs found.
“… often I can’t listen to music. It acts on my nerves. It makes one want to say a lot of sweet nonsense and stroke the heads of people who live in a filthy hell-hole, and yet can create such beauty”
– Vladimir Ilich Ulyanov (Lenin)
In many ways the music refers to diverse learning traditions – the traditional and the ecclectic. Music aids transformation – the median between idea and practice is sound.