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King Sunny Adé still searching for a new beat and a new dance

By Alexander Varty,

Until a decade ago, King Sunny Adé was one of African music's prime ambassadors to North America. The slippery, soulful, and deeply syncopated sounds of his Island Records debut, Juju Music, were embraced by pop stars as diverse as David Byrne and Stevie Wonder. In turn, Adé seemed poised to inherit Bob Marley's mantle as the developing world's ranking superstar. And then, for reasons that weren't entirely clear, he essentially disappeared.

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It turns out that bad business decisions—and some nasty business of an entirely different kind—were to blame. After his Island contract expired, Adé signed with the more independent-minded Mesa label, but Mesa's U.S. distributor collapsed in 2000. Not long after that, a pair of hijacked jets hit the World Trade Center in New York City, and the U.S. effectively sealed its borders to musicians from regions, like Adé's native Nigeria, that boasted a sizable Muslim population.

Sad days for Adé's North American fans—but not for Adé himself, who says that he's had no trouble staying busy. “I'm still doing recordings, I'm still doing business, I'm still playing music, I'm still touring the whole world,” he says, reached by cellphone while being driven through the Hollywood Hills. And as his presence in Los Angeles indicates, he's ready to return to the U.S. and Canadian festival circuit this summer.

Adé is evasive but philosophical when asked if his music, which fuses electric instruments with traditional Yoruba drum rhythms, has changed during his absence.

“Oh, yes,” he says, “a lot of changes in the performance and the songs and the entire music. You know, the world is changing. We are in the 21st century, and you have to go along with it by way of introducing a new beat or a new dance. A new song, a new beat, and a new dance.”

He's happier to talk about some of the other work he's been doing at home. As chair of the Musical Copyright Society of Nigeria, he's been pressing for greater government regulation of the broadcasting industry—at least in terms of ensuring that performers are paid fair royalties for the use of their music.

“The government and the broadcasting organization, they're working hard on it now, because we don't allow them to rest,” he says.

For Adé, there are obvious economic advantages to royalty-rate reform. But there's also a moral dimension to his quest: like the praise singers of old, Adé believes that musicians have a duty to work for the common good.

“Sometimes we sing to praise somebody who's helped the community,” he explains. “And then we sing to heal the immorality of the country. Like the more you sing to children, the more you sing to younger ones, the more they listen and the more they behave.”

King Sunny Adé plays the Commodore Ballroom on Friday (June 26).

Comments

Beth
Save your money. I raced out to see King Sunny Ade and his 12 band members when they played the Lobero in Santa Barbara, California last week, with beautiful visions of dancing in the aisles in my head. Some did, but they were mainly the girls who wanted to go home with the band later. And sure, the guys give good percussion. But sadly, with the exception of the frenzied, happy-looking bongo player, these dudes were about as exciting as watching all your male relatives shuffling around the living room in their matching pajamas and throwing rhythmic right hooks. I left early, having realized three-quarters of the way through that nope, I was not going to dance, just sleep, if that infernal screaming synthesizer would just shut the fuck up. And King Sunny Ade? He'd have been more energetic had he been rocking back and forth in a Lazy Boy. The dancers were good though.
Beth
 
Trevor
Beth, it seems you are unfamiliar with King Sunny's music. It's always been kind of trancy and not really dance music. Not all African music is the same. Just because it wasn't what you expected is no reason for others not to hear the band. They're great, as anyone who saw their ast Commodore show knows!
 
Beth
Trevor, it's pretty insulting to suggest I think all African music, or all music originating from any one continent, is the same. But you're totally right when you say I'm unfamiliar with his music. My mistake was reading and believing the pre-concert article that ran in a California rag that pumped up these musicians as ones that routinely have people dancing in the aisles, sticking one dollar bills to King Sunny Ade's sweaty forehead as he sings compliments personalized to the audience, and basically being deliriously swept away by six wild guitars. (There were, in fact, two.) None of that happened. You can guess why I was disappointed, eh? Now, if I'd read Alex Varty's piece first, I wouldn't have been falsely aroused. (By anything except AV's writing, that is.) Have fun at the concert. Hope it's better than in California!
Beth
 
 
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