From the fanaticism that surrounded Seun Kuti’s Saturday night performance to the seated crowd that succumbed to Dona Rosa’s smile, WOMADelaide was a mix of sights, styles, and instruments.
WOMADelaide 2009City: Adelaide, South Australia
Venue: Botanic Park
They wanted Fela. They couldn't have him, of course, more than a decade dead, but his son Seun was performing in Australia for the first time on Saturday night with most of his father's former band -- in their 60s now, but still quick on guitar and calabash -- and these fans had established themselves close to the front of the audience, and were clamoring Fel-a! Fel-a! Fel-a! They stabbed the air with their hands. Long, pale arms against the dark sky and a mob of round heads heaving below. The rest of the band came on first, played some introductory instrumental music, then the son himself arrived. The crowd let off a stormy boom. Seun had a broad, gleaming forehead, a wider face than his older brother, Femi, who came to WOMADelaide two years ago. Femi is closer to his father in looks. Seun is closer to him in the way he sounds. He is conscious of this, he says. His father left him a legacy. He wants to preserve it intact.
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