#jazzhole

[visualng]

Ayọ̀ Akínwándé's 'Mumu LP Vol.3' audio art project interrogates socio-political issues

‘Mumu LP Vol.3: The Listening Room’ is a sculptural sound installation that foregrounds the ‘voice of the people’ in an ongoing artistic interrogation of political engagements in the public realm.

‘Mumu LP Vol.3: The Listening Room’ is a sculptural sound installation that foregrounds the ‘voice of the people’ in an ongoing artistic interrogation of political engagements in the public realm. This art work is part of a long-term project called ‘Archiving the Future’ which began in 2016, collecting social media screenshots and audio recordings of conversations at bus stops around Lagos. These…

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[metissagesanguemisto]

Qualcuno, tempo fa, chiese alla scrittrice Chimamanda, se in Nigeria esistessero delle librerie. La risposta è NO! Non abbiamo librerie. Abbiamo solo luoghi dove si socializza, si consuma un pasto o un drink insieme agli amici, si ascolta dell'ottima musica.... e solo allora ci guardiamo attorno e scopriamo di essere all'interno di un bookstore or musicstore. Io oggi ci sono dentro. Alla faccia dell'idea che in Africa siamo dei selvaggi. #bookstore #naija #leggere #bookstagram #jazzhole #lagos #libreria #glendorabookshop (presso Jazzhole)

[2amcursingyourname-blog1]

My roommate is a college student majoring in jazz composition. But based on the content of her history classes and professors, you'd think she was the first woman to ever even touch a saxophone.

Out of about 8 on staff, 1 is a woman.

At her juries (assessment of her playing) last week, one of the two (male) professors looked her up and down, including her chest, and told her she should’ve done her hair up.

The head of her department asked a graduating female senior if her music sucked, because “that would really be annoying for the musicians.”

For her history of jazz essay comparing two musicians from the bop age, her professor denied her permission to include a woman saxophonist on the grounds that bop wasn’t “in her vocabulary,” and she was “faking it, at best.” They have not covered one female musician so far in the semester, and we’ve hit midterms.

That’s just a sampler of her experience in the jazz comp major.

This kind of mindset is one of the reasons jazz is so unapproachable for the general public, especially women. It’s a toxic environment of dudes with superiority complexes who think the more notes you play, the more scholarly you are and the more worthy of praise. It makes nobody feel welcome.

[the-cardboard-constructionist]

So the Y is closed for the week, which means not only do I not have work, but I don’t have access to exercise stuff for the whole week. 

So I’m going to have to try to do actual runs and body based exercises so that I’m not slacking too hard. 

So last night, I was like... I have some energy left and some time, might as well do some push ups. 

but oh no. the fucking cat is like... oh, you’re got half of yourself propped up? it’s time to go under you and demand pets!

[katskornerco-blog]

One of my goals is to get back to my love of literature. Thanks to #JazzHole for this recommendation. It has certainly made the travel woes a little less woeful. #katskorner #onlocation #intransit #Casablanca

[the-cardboard-constructionist]

she thinks this couch is a scratching post because she’s a jerk like that

[jazzeria]

Lately I’ve been digging electroswing and acidjazz as music for getting chores/work done.

[robertogreco]

“Jazzhole, a cultural haven combining a bookshop and music store, in Lagos, Nigeria.” (photo by Chris Stein)

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Jazzhole is easy to miss — tucked next to a pharmacy on Awolowo Road, a busy, traffic-packed road crammed on either side with banks and businesses. Lagos is nearly always hot and sticky, and it makes me happy to walk into its cool and darkish interior and to be filled instantly with the expectation of discovery. Tables with books spread out like invitations. A range of fiction, from Lisa Gardner to Tash Aw. Biographies, histories, poetry. Large, hardcover art books propped on shelves. Framed images on the walls of iconic book covers, musicians, nationalists. A traditional drum hanging from the wall. A music section with CDs of both old and new music from Africa and Europe and America.

The Jazzhole is a bookstore, a music store, a cultural haven. It is a space reverential of stories and history. Its casual, lived-in charm encourages browsing, and I have discovered beloved books there — books about Africa, in particular. It is also the place in Lagos to go to for new British and American book releases. I have attended live music events there, with the bookshelves pushed back to fit in seating. I have had delicious cake and fresh juice from the tiny cafe at the back.

It feels human, it feels like a place warmly welcoming of all kinds of people. If you’re lucky, you might run into the owners, Kunle and Tundun Tejuosho. Kunle, quiet and introverted, a walking archive of African music, and Tundun, warm and exuberantly intelligent. Genuine people and genuine lovers of culture.