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Dramatherapy: theatre’s love-child

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What is psychodrama and dramatherapy? It’s a hard question to answer and even after spending an hour at Combibos talking to Peter Haworth, president of the Oxford School of Psychodrama and Integrative Psyschotherapy, about the distinctions between these two fields, I still only can grasp that these things are some form of theatre that’s meant to help people. Is ‘normal’ theatre mean to help people? Maybe not so much. That would be a nice side-effect to any production, but most shows,  both in Oxford and in the professional theatre world, seem to strive to tell a story, show off some decent acting and top it off with eye-catching costumes and sets. Which is all well and good. But the idea of theatre that can actually make a difference in someone’s life (whatever that means) is intriguing to say the least.

On a basic level, psychodrama and dramatherapy are just what they sound like: the love-child of psychology and theatre. Its manifestations range from group therapy, where patients act out one another’s personal experiences, to full-on plays that stage a individual’s psychological issues for an audience. The governing idea behind it all is that theatre is good for a lot of things, but it especially has a knack for showing people something they hadn’t seen or realised before. In the context of therapy or psychology, this means theatre is an effective tool for personal growth, overcoming challenges, developing social skills and coping with trauma. 

Peter Haworth of OSPIP specialises in the last of these: psychodrama with people who have suffered from trauma. His work has taken him all over the world but currently he is doing work in Bosnia, which has a huge population that has suffered mass trauma as a result of a brutal war in the last two decades. Psychodrama, says Haworth, is especially adept at treating victims of trauma because it can go where verbal therapy cannot. 

For traumatized individuals, whether their trauma is the result of war crimes or personal history, are often unable to simply tell the story of what has happened to them. This is when, in the context of a group, the trauma victim can become a director, directing actors or other group members to act out a scene that comes close to representing their own experience. The effect of seeing one’s trauma acted out by a group can be pivotal in beginning the process of healing and moving forward from trauma.

Haworth recognises the challenges inherent in doing psychodrama in Great Britain. The cultural codes of conduct do not lend themselves to highly dramatic and expressive portrayals of personal and traumatic experiences. But in places like Bosnia, Brazil and Africa, psychodrama is proving to be a highly effective way to equip people with the tools to express themselves, share their stories, and communally cope with mass trauma and tragedy.

Does this mean that theatre can do more than warrant a round of applause at the end of a show? Most probably yes. The NHS is actively involved in supporting psychodrama and dramatherapy as a tool towards better mental and emotional health. Postgraduate programmes and qualifications in psychodrama and dramatherapy are cropping up throughout the UK. And given the amount of traumatic experiences that confront our world daily, it looks as though dramatherapy, psychodrama and theatre that makes a difference in the world, will have a growing place and relevance in the future.

End of Year Report: The Barclays Premier League

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After a mammoth 282 days, 6,768 hours and 406,080 minutes, we bid farewell to another season of Barclays Premier League football. It has been a season which has witnessed the largest ever tally of goals scored in a 38-match Premier League season, the most goals ever scored on a single day in a 20-team division, the latest ever goal scored in Premier League history, the breaking of the British transfer record twice in one day, and the eleventh consecutive season without an English top scorer.

 

 

Manchester United (1st Position, 80 points)

The Unconvinceables?: Rarely out of third gear most of the time, United turned it on when they needed to. Van der Sar commanding in goal; Captain Nemanja Vidic dominant at the back; Ji Sung Park a workhorse in midfield and Javier Hernandez a revelation upfront. Who knows, could a Champions League Trophy be next?

 

Chelsea (2nd Position, 71 points)

The Italian (Botched) Job: A Trophyless season, an ageing squad and background interference have unjustly cost Carlo Ancelotti his job. Guus Hiddink is the favourite to take the reins but look out for FC Porto’s Andres Villas Boas – Mourinho Mark Two? Expect plenty of activity at The Bridge this summer.

 

Manchester City (3rd Position, 71 points)

A Blue Moon is Rising: Automatic qualification for the Champions League and an FA Cup in the cabinet – City’s first trophy for 35 years. Joe Hart’s 18 clean sheets, Vincent Kompany’s commanding defending, David Silva’s ingenuity and Carlos Tevez’s goals have been instrumental. A push for the title next season?

 

Arsenal (4th Position, 68 points)

Going, going…Gun?: Now six years and counting without a trophy for The Gunners and the same mistakes have cost them again: fragility in defence and lacking a commanding presence in midfield. Expect another Fabregas Summer transfer saga but Wenger must go out and sign a world-class goalkeeper, defender and midfielder.

 

Tottenham Hotspur (5th Position, 62 points)

Earning their Spurs: Another season of European football at White Hart Lane, albeit in the Europa League. A phenomenal run in the Champions League eventually took its toll on Harry Redknapp’s team. Keeping Luka Modric is vital whilst signing a new defender and striker must be high on Harry’s list.

 

Liverpool (6th Position, 58 points)

The King is Alive, Long Live the King: Despite 21 years out of the game, Kenny Dalglish has performed a miracle at Anfield. He’s instilled a newfound belief and brought in quality, namely Luis Suarez. With NESV’s investment expect heavy investment in the summer and a new look Liverpool side.

 

Everton (7th Position, 54 points)

Magnificent Moyes: The coffers may be bare at Goodison Park but David Moyes has yet again defied the odds. He’s blooded youngsters Seamus Coleman and Jack Rodwell whilst Phil Jagielka, Leon Osman and Maroune Fellaini have again been superb. How long can The Toffees keep hold of their prized asset?

 

Fulham (8th Position, 49 points)

Content at The Cottage: Mark Hughes has followed in the footsteps of his predecessor, spending extremely wisely and, in the process, getting The Cottagers playing an attractive brand of football whilst remaining tactically disciplined. The only blot on their season, Mr Al Fayed’ awful statue to the King of Pop!

 

Aston Villa (9th Position, 48 points)

More Villains than Heroes: It’s been a disappointing season for Villa and faint hopes of breaking into the top four appear dead in the water. Expect to see Ashley Young and Stewart Downing leave and questions still hovering over manager Gerard Houllier. Their main bright spark this season – Darren Bent.

 

Sunderland (10th position, 47 points)

Black Cats still not Purring: A respectable finish for Steve Bruce given a lengthy injury list and the loss of Darren Bent in the January Transfer Window. Youngster Jordan Henderson has impressed in midfield and striker Asamoah Gyan has grown into his role upfront. Need to push on next season.

 

West Bromwich Albion (11th Position, 47 points)

Boing Boing Baggies: After edging dangerously towards relegation, a wonderful turnaround under Roy Hodgson has lifted The Baggies comfortably into mid-table. He’s done what he does best – getting his team playing simple efficient football. Striker Peter Odemwingie has been terrific and midfielder Youssouf Mulumbu has also come to the fore.

 

Newcastle United (12th Position, 46 points)

Howay the Toon: Despite the early and surprising sacking of Chris Hughton, Alan Pardew has come in and steadied the ship. Retaining first teamers Jose Enrique and Joey Barton is crucial. The big question on Tyneside remains, how much of the Andy Carroll money will the manager get to spend?

 

Stoke City (13th Position, 46 points)

Potters Progress Under Pulis: An FA Cup Final appearance and a place in next season’s Europa League represents tremendous progress for The Potters. Manager Tony Pulis has added creativity to his team’s effective, albeit often criticized, style of play with midfielders Matthew Etherington and Glenn Whelan particularly impressing in midfield.

 

Bolton Wanderers (14th Position, 46 points)

The Trotters Un-Coyle-d: Own Coyle has transformed Wanderers style of play with limited quality at his disposal. He’s been shrewd in the Transfer Market with loan signing Daniel Sturridge having a remarkable second half of the season. Defender Gary Cahill may prove to be the biggest casualty of the summer.

 

Blackburn Rovers (15th position, 43 points)

Anyone for a Chicken Ta-Kean?:  It wasn’t pretty but the gamble of sacking Sam Allardyce and promoting assistant Steve Kean to manager worked. Rovers goalkeeper, Paul Robinson, and centre-backs Christopher Samba and rising star Phil Jones are to thank. Nonetheless, scepticism will continue to surround the chicken processing owners intentions.

 

Wigan Athletic (16th Position, 42 points)

Vodka Marti-nez – Shaken and Stirred: For a sixth consecutive season, The Latics have punched above their weight. Roberto Martinez is a talented young manager and he’ll be well aware that clubs will once again be hovering over his prized assets: midfielders Charles N’Zogbia and James McCarthy and striker Hugo Rodallega.

 

Wolverhampton Wanderers (17th Position, 40 points)

Dances With Wolves: It’s been ‘Squeaky Bum Time’ for much of the season at Molineaux but battle-hardened Mick McCarthy has pulled his side through the mire – just. Big money signings, namely Steven Fletcher, haven’t lived up to expectations and further strengthening is required to avoid a repeat of this season.

 

Birmingham City (18th Position, 39 points)

The Wrong Shade of Blue: No backing whatsoever from owner Carson Yeung has proved costly for Alex McLeish’s side who have followed in the footsteps of Norwich City in the 1984-1985 season when they too won the League Cup and were then relegated from the top flight of English football.

 

Blackpool (19th Position, 39 points)

A Breath of Fresh Air: Ian Holloway’s Tangerines have captured the imagination of fans up and down the country.  However, for all their attacking endeavour and spirit, it’s been their defensive frailty which has been The Seasiders undoing. Lets hope they make a swift return back to the top flight!

 

West Ham United (20th Position, 33 points)

Forever Bursting Bubbles: A simply shambolic season prompted by a sorry tale of mismanagement on and off the field. Football Writers’ Association Player of the Year, Scott Parker, has led a one-man crusade and he’ll be leading the exodus out of Upton Park. Who’ll be next in the hot seat?

 

 

 

Team of the Season: Manchester United

Player of the Season: Scott Parker (West Ham United)

Manager of the Season: Tony Pulis (Stoke City)

 

Despite all the excitement this season – reaching a climax with an intriguing final day, especially, at the bottom of the table – it has lacked the quality of previous seasons, lending to a tighter than usual table. Nonetheless, it is as league which possesses great financial clout and so we should be prepared to witness an intriguing Summer Transfer Window with changes a plenty both on and off the pitch. With the competition expected to be even fiercer next season the countdown to the 2011-2012 season has well and truly begun…

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Review: Paul Hillier, Theatre of Voices – Stories

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The conductor Paul Hillier’s latest recording with his vocal ensemble Theatre of Voices covers an eclectic programme of twentieth century composers, the coherence of which he justifies through the centrality of John Cage’s influence. The pieces demand that the performers are not only vocalists but actors too, and it is in this respect which the Theatre of Voices excel. All of the performers fully engage with the dramatic personas of the texts, the colloquial accent in Sheldon Frank’s ‘As I was saying’ particularly effective in its humour. The performance of ‘A-Ronne’ by the Italian composer Luciano Berio is a strong start to the album, with the atmosphere created through the hushed mutterings particularly effective. The intimate feel of Cage’s ‘Story’ makes it a particular highlight, with its rhythmic precision and colourful word-painting really bringing it to life. Unfortunately, the rest of the disc slipped just below this high standard. The meditatory feel was not captured in Jackson Mac Low’s ‘Young Turtle Asymmetries’, and the musicality sometimes came secondary to the elevation of the dramatic personas.

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he conductor Paul Hillier’s latest recording with his vocal ensemble Theatre of Voices covers an eclectic programme of twentieth-century composers, the coherence of which he justifies through the centrality of John Cage’s influence. The pieces demand that the performers are not only vocalists but actors too, and it is in this respect which the Theatre of Voices excel. All of the performers fully engage with the dramatic personas of the texts, the colloquial accent in Sheldon Frank’s ‘As I was saying’ particularly effective in its humour. The performance of ‘A-Ronne’ by the Italian composer Luciano Berio is a strong start to the album, with the atmosphere created through the hushed mutterings particularly effective. The intimate feel of Cage’s ‘Story’ makes it a particular highlight, with its rhythmic precision and colourful word-painting really bringing it to life. Unfortunately, the rest of the disc slipped just below this high standard. The meditatory feel was not captured in Jackson Mac Low’s ‘Young Turtle Asymmetries’, and the musicality sometimes came secondary to the elevation of the dramatic personas. 
However, the recording itself is less than ideal. The balance of the voices sometimes needs adjustment and the degree of resonance sometimes exceeds the amount required in order to emphasise the theatrical nature of the pieces. Yet the interaction of the performers within the sonic space cannot be faulted. There is a real sense of dialogue, and each individual captures a sense of wonderment in the exploration of the percussive capacities of vowel sounds and how they combine to form words. 
Although it is far from easy listening, Hillier and the Theatre of Voices attack the pieces with infectious energy. Their animated approach will appeal to many and will certainly lighten any day. 

However, the recording itself is less than ideal. The balance of the voices sometimes needs adjustment and the degree of resonance sometimes exceeds the amount required in order to emphasise the theatrical nature of the pieces. Yet the interaction of the performers within the sonic space cannot be faulted. There is a real sense of dialogue, and each individual captures a sense of wonderment in the exploration of the percussive capacities of vowel sounds and how they combine to form words.

Although it is far from easy listening, Hillier and the Theatre of Voices attack the pieces with infectious energy. Their animated approach will appeal to many and will certainly lighten any day. 

Knowing the score

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Ask the average person in the street what they think of chamber music, and they’ll probably come back with the answer that it’s something that old (subtext: boring) people listen to. If you’d looked at the audience for the average chamber music concert ten years ago, you’d probably have been proved right. But times are changing, and it’s thanks in large part to the work of the Cavatina Chamber Music Trust. You might never have heard of it, or you might vaguely recall seeing its name or logo on concert posters or programmes scattered round Oxford, but it’s an organisation we should all know about.

Ask the average person in the street what they think of chamber music, and they’ll probably come back with the answer that it’s something that old (subtext: boring) people listen to. If you’d looked at the audience for the average chamber music concert ten years ago, you’d probably have been proved right. But times are changing, and it’s thanks in large part to the work of the Cavatina Chamber Music Trust. You might never have heard of it, or you might vaguely recall seeing its name or logo on concert posters or programmes scattered round Oxford, but it’s an organisation we should all know about.
Cavatina’s aim is simple: to bring chamber music to young people and young people to chamber music. Run by Pamela and Simon Majaro, who were both recently awarded MBEs for Services to Music, its activities range from organising music lessons and providing instruments to children from deprived areas, to supporting workshops run by world-renowned ensembles or joint concerts between student and professional ensembles. Its ticket scheme, however, is what it is best known for – the trust allows concert venues all over the country, from the Holywell Music Rooms, or St Hilda’s Jacqueline du Pre to the Wigmore Hall in London, to offer free tickets at some of their concerts to concert goers aged between 8 and 26 years old. The scheme isn’t everywhere yet but we’re lucky at Oxford, as ever, to be at the forefront of the wave hitting the rest of the country – the Oxford Chamber Music Society and the Oxford Chamber Music Festival all offer free tickets to under 26s, and more recently the top student ensemble Oxford University Sinfonietta has also been supported by Cavatina.
You might go to chamber music concerts all the time – in which case, take advantage of hearing world-famous ensembles like the Wihan quartet for free. You might have been to one in the past and been put off by the outdated feel – in which case, try again and marvel at how things have changed. You might never have been to one – in which case, seize your opportunity. At the end of the day, these are free tickets to stunningly good concerts, and the start of something really special for performers and young audiences alike.

Cavatina’s aim is simple: to bring chamber music to young people and young people to chamber music. Run by Pamela and Simon Majaro, who were both recently awarded MBEs for Services to Music, its activities range from organising music lessons and providing instruments to children from deprived areas, to supporting workshops run by world renowned ensembles or joint concerts between student and professional ensembles. Its ticket scheme, however, is what it is best known for – the trust allows concert venues all over the country, from the Holywell Music Rooms, or St Hilda’s Jacqueline du Pre to the Wigmore Hall in London, to offer free tickets at some of their concerts to concert goers aged between 8 and 26 years old. The scheme isn’t everywhere yet but we’re lucky at Oxford, as ever, to be at the forefront of the wave hitting the rest of the country – the Oxford Chamber Music Society and the Oxford Chamber Music Festival all offer free tickets to under 26s, and more recently the top student ensemble Oxford University Sinfonietta has also been supported by Cavatina.

You might go to chamber music concerts all the time – in which case, take advantage of hearing world-famous ensembles like the Wihan quartet for free. You might have been to one in the past and been put off by the outdated feel – in which case, try again and marvel at how things have changed. You might never have been to one – in which case, seize your opportunity. At the end of the day, these are free tickets to stunningly good concerts, and the start of something really special for performers and young audiences alike.

Review: Friendly Fires – PALA

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Friendly Fires’ self-titled debut album burst onto the indie scene in 2008 with a sound that combined the layered vocals of the Mystery Jets with the electronic dance-pop of Klaxons, but remained unique and distinctive. After the critical acclaim and Mercury and Brit nominations that followed, expectation has weighed heavy on the trio from St Albans for their second effort. Defying those who would dismiss the band as simply another short-lived offshoot of nu-rave, guitarist Edd Gibson recently claimed in an interview that their new album Pala is ‘a natural progression, not a deliberate departure’.

And, on first listen, Pala is an album that will not disappoint; it is drenched in summer sun, tropical birds – whose chirping introduces the atmospheric title track – and Aldous Huxley’s Utopian novel Island, to which the title alludes. The opening track and first single, ‘Live Those Days Tonight’, bristles with attitude and edge and promises to be an indie dancefloor favourite. Elsewhere, the infectiously danceable ‘Hurting’ incorporates an ambient electro breakdown and the glitzy ‘Show Me Lights’ continues the tropical flavour with a steel drum effect accompanying its joyful chorus.

Unfortunately, the second half of the album doesn’t maintain the pace or variety of the first, and the closing songs tend to blend into one another. Pala is still an impressive follow-up album and offers many gems on repeated listens; a particular highlight is ‘Blue Cassette’, a meditation on loss and memory with an anthemic chorus in which Ed Macfarlane’s voice soars, brimming with emotion, when he sings: ‘As I hear your voice, it sets my heart on fire’. The upcoming single ‘Hawaiian Air’ starts where the earlier escapist hit ‘Paris’ left off, and it is a holiday song perfectly suited for sing-along treatment on a glorious day at Glastonbury.

 

 

 

Review: Kate Bush Director’s Cut

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No one could accuse everyone’s favourite aunt Kate Bush of complacency. Whilst her latest album is ostensibly a reissue of eleven tracks taken from two previous albums (1989’s The Sensual World and 1993’s The Red Shoes), it amounts to a full on reimagining of songs that Kate (first name terms) has expressed some dissatisfaction with. Some tracks have been merely remastered, some have been completely rerecorded.

The problem with albums like this is that they often amount to no more than a vanity exercise; an excuse for an artist to revisit their glory days. The most they can generally hope to achieve would be reminding the listener of how good (or bad) the originals were. Director’s Cut mostly avoids this trap through the extensive reimagining the songs undergo. Those who know her best will know that Kate has learned a lot since 1993 – for one, she has discovered autotune, and mercilessly beats us over the head with it on ‘Deeper Understanding’.

But sometimes the polish Director’s Cut gives its source material feels unnecessary and in places uncomfortable. One of the reasons Kate is so great is because she’s kind of endearingly crap (watch the video for ‘Wuthering Heights’ and disagree with me – 4 minutes of karate-inspired mime in the middle of a field). For example, the warm sound of the electric piano on the new version of ‘This Woman’s Work’, whilst nice, pales in comparison to the much more raw and tender acoustic in the original recording. Ultimately, Director’s Cut is an interesting exercise in original artistic intentions, but personally I felt better served by the originals. Sorry Kate.

 

An odd future for hip hop?

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Back in mid-February this year, Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All gave their debut televised performance on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. From the moment the two masked rappers took to the stage amidst a haze of buzzing synths, the song ‘Sandwitches’ slowly but surely descended into madness as the group charged through the studio terrorising the interviewees. On the surface, Odd Future’s performance gave an impression of ragged, messy spontaneity, almost accidental in its brilliance. But by the time the audience had joined in with the chorused shouts of ‘WOLF! GANG! WOLF! GANG!’, any question over the level of calculation behind the performance had become merely academic; Odd Future had made their entrance and suddenly the world was listening.

A sprawling collective of 11 rappers, producers and ‘non-musical’ members, Odd Future’s central figure is Tyler Okonma, a.k.a. Tyler, The Creator. A producer of considerable talent, as well as one of the group’s most accomplished rappers, Tyler released his sophomore solo record Goblin to widespread acclaim. As the first Odd Future associated album to be released through a record label, Goblin signals the advent of a new era for Odd Future as they cement their place in the mainstream consciousness.

‘I’m a fucking walking paradox’, declares Tyler at the opening of Goblin’s lead single ‘Yonkers’, his hollow off-kilter beats limping awkwardly beneath the distinctive rasp of his voice. As a Slipknot-obsessed skater boy who now, aged only 20, has found himself hailed as the saviour of modern hip hop, every aspect of Tyler’s success seems contradictory. Wildly ambitious, claiming in interviews that he’s ‘coming for Kanye West’s head’, Tyler appears to crave mainstream success as much as he fiercely rejects all notions of conformity.

The absurd, almost cartoonish, levels of violent imagery in Odd Future’s lyrics should have rendered widespread acceptance impossible, but in fact the most polarising aspect of their music has been instrumental in their rise to prominence. That Odd Future’s intentionally transgressive approach has been so enthusiastically embraced by a wide base of listeners is symptomatic of today’s post-modern, ‘anything goes’ musical climate. Indeed, the unprecedented success of Odd Future’s music is a 21st century phenomenon through and through.

Without help from a large record label or, until recently, significant media coverage, this gaggle of teenagers have generated their very own multimedia brand through their Tumblr, YouTube videos and album artwork. The technology at Odd Future’s disposal, in both music production and distribution, has provided channels for their vision to reach their listeners completely unadulterated. And that’s one of the greatest attractions of the group’s music. Seeing directly into the minds of the members of Odd Future can at times be disturbing but listening to the grotesque stories that they spin, like Tyler’s twisted ‘Sarah’ in which he graphically kidnaps and murders the girl who rejected him, is strangely fascinating.

The aura currently surrounding Odd Future has put them in a bizarrely strong position to do, pretty much, whatever the hell they want. The hype accompanying their recent appearances at Notting Hill Arts Club and Camden Crawl only confirms the tangible sense of excitement amongst listeners as they anticipate the collective’s next move. Whatever degree of self awareness may or may not exist behind Odd Future’s hyperactive facade, the belief and energy which courses through their music has made them almost impossible to ignore. As news broke of the signing of a major deal with Sony to start their very own Odd Future Records, what began merely as a blog curiosity has become an international sensation and it seems it’ll be a long time before Tyler and co. are ready to release their stranglehold on the musical limelight.

Mambazo are on a mission

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After a career spanning 47 years and an output of original studio albums nearing 50, you would think that Ladysmith Black Mambazo would be somewhat inured to the life of a touring group, to the point of going through the motions. Not quite. According to Albert Mazibuko, one of two surviving original members of the South African choral group, ‘life on the road is still wonderful, and we love it… it keeps you on your toes, it’s beautiful’. A relentlessly positive man, when asked about his future he says he envisages spending the rest of his life with the group: ‘you know, I still give myself another thirty years. I’m sixty three, so I’ll see when I’m ninety-something’. 

Mazibuko presents their new album, Songs from a Zulu Farm, as something of a change: ‘We thought about it and said, wow, man, we have been working so hard all these years – let’s go back to our childhood… when you’re children it’s so wonderful, connecting with nature’, perhaps an explanation for the profusion of songs named after animals. Upbeat as he is about recording, performing is the topic that truly gets Mazibuko passionate. The group’s UK tour began on the 19th May, and rarely is a man so excited to be headed to Ipswich. He says that ‘people… give us the happiness as we are sharing our music with them, so [performing] is very important’. This is what they are about. The founder described the group as on ‘a mission’ and this mission, to Mazibuko, is the spreading of happiness.  

Travelling with Nelson Mandela to the Nobel Peace Prize ceremony as well as performances at his inauguration and birthday the following year mean their music is to many tied up with memories of South Africa’s nineties rebirth. Mazibuko says that Mandela’s bestowal of the title of ambassadors for South African music on the group ‘made us want to do more, and try almost to be perfect… to not disappoint this guy and our country. It’s a great thing’. 

This encouragement may have been what spurred the group to the establishment in 1999 of the Ladysmith Black Mambazo Foundation. Mazibuko describes it as the starting point for an eventual goal ‘to form a school to help teach indigenous music to South Africans’. Protection of traditional culture is the aim, mainly from American music, but he is optimistic about the future, hoping ‘some group [will] come out and do as we have’.

Ladysmith are in the UK doubtless best known for their collaboration with Paul Simon on ‘Graceland’, and understandably so: it’s a corker. Beyond that people seem to at best be able to pin them down as belonging to that most elastic of genres, World Music. This is a pity. Their harmonies are sometimes staggeringly beautiful, and the sense of joy and wonder that Mazibuko talks about so passionately is palpable, despite the language barrier. Perhaps this is because of their attitude: when pressed on the fact that most of their music is written in Zulu, a language with which most of their international fans are not familiar, he was sanguine: ‘the words are not important – it’s the sound and the feeling and the energy behind it that’s important… it speaks to the blood because it’s from the blood’.

A cynic could attempt to cavil with Mazibuko’s positivity but it seems genuine. When he says ‘This tour is about happiness, about celebrating life’, you believe him.  

Penny Pinching: 4

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I’ve never stepped foot in a casino, never had a cheeky flutter at Ladbrokes, and as for the lottery, well unless we’re talking about having chips and Chinese gravy from Wok n’ Roll (will you get stomach cramps, won’t you?) then no, I haven’t done that either. Working with formulae, statistics and probabilities all day means that, the way I see it, it’s pretty likely that these people are better at their job than I am at making what is in effect an uninformed, emotional and hasty guess. However, this column is charged with both making and saving you money, so in the name of thorough journalism, this week I broke my twenty-one-year gambling embargo.

After a delightful dinner at Noodle Nation (even a ‘money-saving expert’ has to splash out sometimes), I saw the opportunity to observe others at work in their natural environment – Ladbrokes – in the hope of picking up some tips before I took the plunge. The game of choice, it turns out, is the Roulette, but don’t be fooled; this isn’t the roulette of the movies, with a vast wheel spun by a cool croupier, surrounded by cheering punters. In reality the device in question was a jumped-up ItBox–like machine, resplendent with grubby fingerprints, a coin-in slot and a surly attendant at the main desk, which some-what diminished the charm of the whole experience from the off-set. Again, unlike Hollywood would have us believe, with professional gamblers carefully placing chips in a seemingly random yet meticulously calculated pattern across the betting mat, the only acceptable strategy here seemed to be to pump money into the machine, a pound at a time, with each pound being put solely on red or black. The punter would be obliged to reinvest any winnings, seemingly until bust. That is, unless the total reached the value of a meal in Noodle Nation, satisfying the need to ‘win back the meal’, at which point an unnecessarily loud and conspicuous cash-out would take place. 
To me, the whole spectacle seemed no more than the modern day equivalent of the tuppence arcade machines. For anyone bereft of the joy of experiencing these first hand, these consisted of a glass fronted arcade machine with multiple platforms, all piled high with two pence pieces. Undulating mechanical arms swept backwards and forwards, titillating the user with the suggestion that they might just push a couple of the coppers off their respective ledge and into the collection box below. Children spent hours naively plugging in more and more coins until finally, the threshold would be reached, upon which a depressingly meagre pile of coppers would be toppled into the collection box. These would, of course, be immediately reinvested in trying to win even bigger, until they too were all gone, with no payout. If it all sounds rather irrational, pointless, yet disarmingly entertaining then you’ve got the picture. This similarly applies to roulette machines, as I was to learn.
Pumping in my first pound, I plumped for red, and doubled my money. Despite my attempts to cash-out, I was told in no uncertain terms that reinvestment was the best option. Reluctantly I once again pushed ‘all on red’. Black 21. Fuck it, I thought, and stormed out. Passing the nearby newsagent I popped in for a consolation Coke, where I thought I’d just check how much lottery tickets were, for the article you know… 

I’ve never stepped foot in a casino, never had a cheeky flutter at Ladbrokes, and as for the lottery, well unless we’re talking about having chips and Chinese gravy from Wok n’ Roll (will you get stomach cramps or won’t you?) then no, I haven’t done that either. Working with formulae, statistics and probabilities all day means that, the way I see it, it’s pretty likely that these people are better at their job than I am at making what is in effect an uninformed, emotional and hasty guess.

However, this column is charged with both making and saving you money, so in the name of thorough journalism, this week I broke my twenty-one-year gambling embargo. After a delightful dinner at Noodle Nation (even a ‘money-saving expert’ has to splash out sometimes), I saw the opportunity to observe others at work in their natural environment – Ladbrokes – in the hope of picking up some tips before I took the plunge.

The game of choice, it turns out, is the Roulette, but don’t be fooled; this isn’t the roulette of the movies, with a vast wheel spun by a cool croupier, surrounded by cheering punters. In reality the device in question was a jumped-up ItBox–like machine, resplendent with grubby fingerprints, a coin-in slot and a surly attendant at the main desk, which some-what diminished the charm of the whole experience from the off-set. Again, unlike Hollywood would have us believe, with professional gamblers carefully placing chips in a seemingly random yet meticulously calculated pattern across the betting mat, the only acceptable strategy here seemed to be to pump money into the machine, a pound at a time, with each pound being put solely on red or black. The punter would be obliged to reinvest any winnings, seemingly until bust.That is, unless the total reached the value of a meal in Noodle Nation, satisfying the need to ‘win back the meal’, at which point an unnecessarily loud and conspicuous cash-out would take place. 

To me, the whole spectacle seemed no more than the modern day equivalent of the tuppence arcade machines. For anyone bereft of the joy of experiencing these first hand, these consisted of a glass fronted arcade machine with multiple platforms, all piled high with two pence pieces. Undulating mechanical arms swept backwards and forwards, titillating the user with the suggestion that they might just push a couple of the coppers off their respective ledge and into the collection box below. Children spent hours naively plugging in more and more coins until finally, the threshold would be reached, upon which a depressingly meagre pile of coppers would be toppled into the collection box. These would, of course, be immediately reinvested in trying to win even bigger, until they too were all gone, with no payout.

If it all sounds rather irrational, pointless, yet disarmingly entertaining then you’ve got the picture. This similarly applies to roulette machines, as I was to learn. Pumping in my first pound, I plumped for red, and doubled my money. Despite my attempts to cash-out, I was told in no uncertain terms that reinvestment was the best option. Reluctantly I once again pushed ‘all on red’. Black 21. Fuck it, I thought, and stormed out. Passing the nearby newsagent I popped in for a consolation Coke, where I thought I’d just check how much lottery tickets were, for the article you know…