Live with Baaba Maal at the Chicago Cultural Center

11 10 2009

Senagalese superstar singer Baaba Maal swept through the Chi as part of his US tour to promote his new album, Television. He’d already been to L.A., been featured on National Public Radio and on CNN and he’s now on his way to New York to perform on the Jimmy Fallon show. I was honored to be asked by Baaba’s company to moderate a discussion with him, the man who has dedicated his life’s song work to tunes that make a difference and is frequently compared to none other than Bono in terms of the world music scene.

baaba and me

It was just Baaba and I on stage, relaxing in two leather chairs with four bottles of water between us. First question. Why call this album Television?

(dear reader: please not that his answers are not direct quotes, but approximations of the conversation. I did not have a notebook in hand during my on-stage interview. I’ll be posting the entire show in a week or so.. These are just my own notes.)

His answer? Africa has always had TV but now it’s more prolific and everywhere. It’s a stranger coming into your house with words and sounds that are foreign, yet familiar. It’s a good idea and a bad one all at the same time, especially now that everyone recognizes that there is culture to be preserved amongst the peoples who populate the continent of Africa.

Second question. This is your first album in eight years. What have you been doing in that time frame?

His answer: I started a music festival in my hometown in Senegal. I am what you Americans might call Fulani and I give my people and all the people of Africa an opportunity to come and play music in December for a stirring festival. It’s called the Blues de Fleuve Festival and it takes place in Podor, Senegal. I’ve been working with the people and with the United Nations Development Programme to improve Africa, to show that through music we can improve and bring the technology and education we need to bring Africa to where she needs to be.

He then performed a 20-minute acoustic set with two band members. You can view a portion of the set here. This is actually my favorite song off the album, “Dakar Moon.”

Baaba Maal performs an acoustic set of “Dakar Moon”

Baaba Maal performs an acoustic set of “Dakar Moon”

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We talked for about a half hour as the crowd of 100 listened, laughed and clapped at many of Baaba’s comments. He talked of the irony of folks expecting African music to sound a certain stereotypical way while those folks insist that Africa must give computers to every household. You can’t have it both ways, he says. Once you give the people technology, they will use it everywhere – including in their own music.

We talked of the criticisms of Television, wherein many say that his music doesn’t sound “African enough” for them. He laughed, adding that he is evolving his traditional music and that the heartbeat – the drum – is ever present.

I asked him if he’d ever be interested in being an actual politician. He quickly said no. The crowd roiled with laughter. Why? Because Baaba IS politics, because in Africa, a musician is just as powerful as a mayor or a president.

We talked of Femi Kuti, the terrible situation in Guinea, Obama’s Nobel Prize, generational musical differences, the marked absence of hip-hop on his album despite the marked addition of Latin tones and why his entire album supports the thrusts of the United Nations Development Programme.

Basically, he told me, AFrican artists do not sing just to be singing. They have a point . Every verse has meaning and everything has to eventually help raise the consciousness or education of the people. He doesn’t have time to sing craziness. He sings solutions.

Baaba wanted to know if I had ever lived outside of Chicago.

I have. I’ve lived and worked in several US and non-US cities, in fact.

I told him that I’d been to Dakar (the capital of Senegal), while on a fellowship provided by both the United Nations and the National Association of Black Journalists. I was there to cover the UN youth summit and development program. (I loved Senegal and almost cried when I had to return back to the states, but more on that in another post.)

We connected when talking about our mothers and female empowerment. He doesn’t believe that women need to only sit home, raise babies and cook dinner. Raising a family is necessary for culture to survive, he says, but mothers in Africa have so much to offer in terms of sheer brain power that it’s time to harness that.

He said so much. I learned so much.

My favorite song off the new album is Dakar Moon, a haunting, melodic tale that reminds us to be ecological stewards of the planet. It’s also one of a very few songs in English on his album. The rest is in Wolof, French and the other languages that Baaba speaks.

If you’re not up on Baaba Maal, now’s a great time to expand your musical palate. Even if you can’t understand the words of Tindo Quando, another acoustic-guitar heavy song that sounds like a sad yet triumphant lullaby, you will sway to it and be moved by it. Music lovers take note. This is one album to add to the collection.

Peace.





Viola, Taraji and me (Ebony cover, May…)

29 09 2009

Viola Davis and Taraji P. Henson graced the cover of Ebony in May 2009. I wrote the story, so I got to hang out at the photo shoot to get a feel for the ladies and their personalities. I’ll never forget how I met Viola. I arrived to the location early (a mansion in an ultra swanky part of a suburb of L.A.) and my cell wouldn’t work inside the house because of its 24 carot gold-plated walls. (Seriously.) I went out to the gates, past the guard house to the street to call my husband. (I’m a newlywed, remember?) And I see this beautiful black woman trudging up the street with suede boots, a purple sweater and a book. It’s Viola!

I go down to meet her. We walk in together. I show her the house, introduce her to the owner, bring her to the back room where her makeup artist is waiting to do her hair and apply makeup.

I love this photo!

We took this picture after a swanky lunch in Beverly Hills.

We took this picture after a swanky lunch in Beverly Hills.

The house belonged to a famous jeweler. His daughter was house sitting make sure we didn’t take any jewels or anything. Of course, the body guard were there to prevent anything – not that I would take a thing! The house had diamond chandeliers, a fireplace large enough for me to walk in and a backyard with a river running through it.

The owners loved fantasy novels like J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, and their backyard showed their whimsical fancy.
talkingtree

THe same guys who cooked for Diddy also cooked for Taraji and Viola. The food was extremely good. Breakfast, lunch and dinner for a loooong looooong shoot. Omelettes to order, salmon, designer tea, oatmeal, fruit salad and designer coffee for the am. Braised chicken, asparagus salad, kobe beef, apple pie, chocolate cookies, seafood salad (with real crab and lobster), and more designer coffee , water and pop.

We retired inside for fancy pictures in the red room.

In the red room at the photo shoot in the mansion.

In the red room at the photo shoot in the mansion.





Diddy and Me (Ebony cover story) Behind the Scenes…

27 09 2009

The photo shoot went down at an old warehouse outside of L.A. It’s where the SAW movies were filmed. I stayed at the Standard on Sunset Blvd. (Verrry funky hotel.) I arrived on a Wednesday, left on a Sunday. While there, I met Andre Harrell (and interviewed him for the article) and others, including Capricorn and Diddy’s PR team. Below find a few pictures from the set. I shot and therefore own the pictures folks! No snatching please!

DIddy posed on this bed for part of the Ebony photoshoot

DIddy posed on this bed for part of the Ebony photoshoot

Stylist Derek Roche put together Diddy’s outfits. This is the last one, taken in a brick alley outside of the warehouse. I don’t have pictures of them, but the whole Combs crew was there, including the adorable Christian Combs and a mysterious one-eyed cat.

DIddy FInal Shot of the day

We ate well at the event. The caterer provided turkey burgers, hamburgers (grilled to order of course), fresh fruit, various salads, cookies, crisps and tons o veggies. I think the plates of candy were a nice touch.

Diddy Snacks





Diddy and me (Ebony cover story)

27 09 2009

Yep, I wrote it. I spent four days hanging with Diddy at his Los Angeles compound, various music studios and on the set of one of his TV shows. It’s on sale now at news stands and book stores everywhere.

1006_Ebony Cover





Still Black in America

31 08 2009
Adrienne Samuels Gibbs on the Black in America panel, Chicago, July 2009

Adrienne Samuels Gibbs on the Black in America panel, Chicago, July 2009

I recently spoke on a panel that discussed CNN’s latest docudrama of being colored in this country: Black in America 2. I sat on the panel with Cheryl Jackson, president of the Chicago Urban League and aspiring US Senator. (She wants Barack’s old spot.) Also on hand was the senior producer behind Black in America plus other community leaders. We all agreed that we have a long way to go as a people. We might have a black Disney princess and a black prez, but that’s not far enough. After all, look at those poor kids who were kicked out of the country club swimming pool this summer because they were black?

In fact, I have serious doubts about the ability or the need for the black community to come together the way it once did. In the 1900s-1980s we had a common enemy: racism/lynching/rape/murder. It was easy to understand why we had to stick together. But now we have all those enemies and 100 more. And depending on your socio-economic status, your enemy could be different than my enemy. And then you have black folks who are ashamed to be black, black folks who are homophobic, black folks who are anti-religion, black folks who are anti anyone who doesn’t believe in their religion, rich black folks who think that anyone should be able to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, poor black folks who think that the rich should be giving them money, wanna be hustling black folks who think its ok to sell just a little bit of weed because after all, it’s not crack. And on and on and on.. All kinds of divisions.

How are we supposed to act like one big people when we are really all so different? I’ll tell you a secret: not all black folks like each other. The kinds of folks who belong to the Links aren’t usually the kinds of folks who volunteer at the neighborhood farmer’s market.

Freedom really did set us free. We can make all kinds of choices, as to where we live, what we wear, how much we earn, what we do for a living, where we go to school, who we marry. The outcome of such choice is a better life, right? Well if that’s the case, why are we all screaming that we’ve lost community?








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