It was only right that the humble pennywhistle became a Stradivarius in the hands of a young African man. What village youngster hasn’t fashioned a bamboo or reed flute and wistfully played tunes as he stood guard over his father’s or uncle’s goats or cattle. Or fearfully lay alone at night to protect the garden from marauding baboons with only his handmade flute to light the darkness. The humble whistle, truly the national instrument of Southern Africa!
I wait in vain, it seems, for kwela to get the attention it deserves. There are hours and hours of recorded kwela somewhere in South Africa, and all I've got are two tracks by Lemmy Mabaso and the Spokes Mashiyone LP.
Someone should write the definitive book, and some adventurous jazz label (I pitched Proper records) should do the box set. Kwela is overdue for a revival.