Philip Tabane: The African Musical Genius Who Played For The Spirit

South African musician Philip Tabane, who died on May 18 2018, hated being labelled. How he'd feel about the all official obituaries that confine him inside the jazz envelope is clear:

The jazz label – or any other label – has never worked in my case. Once, I went to play at a competition in Durban and in the end I was given a special prize because I could not be categorised. To this day, they still cannot categorise my music.

That was from my second interview with the artist, in 1997 at the old Kippies jazz club in Newtown, Johannesburg. The first had been almost a decade earlier, sitting close to the riverbank outside the Woodpecker club in Gaborone, Botswana. Clouds of smoke from the log fire he'd made kept the mosquitoes away, and began the slow, careful process of drying out his malombo drums, whose skins, he felt, were a bit damp and stretchy for that night's gig. There was other smoke too, grey-green and herbally aromatic.

The rumour was that Tabane was a difficult interviewee. Sometimes he'd refuse to speak at all. Often, as was his constitutional right (South Africa has 11 official languages), he refused to speak in English.

I never found him anything but gravely courteous, as long as you listened. Tabane tolerated my linguistic inadequacies, calling in other band members when his flow of ideas simply couldn't be pinned down in English.

His music was intimately woven into his cosmology and spirituality; he needed to talk about them all together, and the English language was too culturally bounded to provide him with the right words.

I'm reluctant to attempt any kind of evaluative obituary. I'm not enough of an insider to provide one. But there are two fine pieces of writing that do get there. The first is journalist Lucas Ledwaba's work-in-progress biography. For my money, Ledwaba touches the soul of his malombo music and its origins in a way that few other writers have.

The second is author Bongani Madondo's account of his expansive week-long interview for Rolling Stone SA in 2013, reprinted in his book "Sigh, the Beloved Country".

"Pere Fere" from the album "Malombo".

A family of guitarists

Tabane was born in 1934 (though some biographies give other dates) in rural Ga Ramotshegoa, northeast of Pretoria. He came from a family of guitarists: his elder brother Mmaloki, he told journalists, was "better than Wes Montgomery". The adulation radio stations gave to American players like Montgomery mystified him.

His mother Matjale was a spiritual healer and from her, he absorbed the music of her calling. His father was a devout Christian who fostered hymn-singing at family services. Tabane heard Ndebele and Sepedi traditional tunes from his local village band, and despite being chased away from social functions because he was too young, he did what many young South Africans did: he covertly improvised an instrument from an oilcan and a broomstick and tried to learn. By the time he'd reached his teens, his parents had relented and he acquired a real guitar.

Uprooted in 1953 by the brutal forced removals of the apartheid government, the family settled in urban Mamelodi, a Pretoria township. By 1959, Tabane had formed his first band. But as the 1960s progressed, he became more interested in exploring how traditional sounds could be interpreted and extended via a blend of modern and traditional instruments. He formed Malombo, which won first prize at the 1964 Cold Castle Festival, an influential annual South African jazz competition during the 1960s.

Malombo went through multiple personnel changes, as participants sought other musical directions or chose exile, but retained its percussionist rock: Gabriel "Mabi" Thobejane.

In the 1970s, Malombo spent time in the U.S., including an appearance at the Newport Jazz Festival, of which Jet magazine said:

One of the most pleasurable finds of the Newport Jazz Festival this year was Malombo from South Africa. Malombo create some weird and haunting music on a variety of African instruments.

The time in the U.S. convinced him of the necessity of holding fast to roots inspiration, which he saw as a springboard for limitless imagination and innovation in technique. Tabane worked with prominent jazz players such as pianist Herbie Hancock and trumpeter Miles Davis, and even in his later days he relished Miles' music. But he often told interviewers:

He plays to make money, and I play for the spirit.

When it was suggested that he played "like" Davis, he responded:

No, I don't play like Miles. Miles plays like me.

Resisting the hybrids

Tabane always resisted the hybridising marketing label "Malombo jazz", as his music was tagged. But during the 1970s and 1980s, when his recordings gained status overseas with aficionados as astounding music, it was hardly heard at home. Many Tabane albums were not even available in South Africa. It was only after 1994 that the re-releases started happening, and fresh recording and performance opportunities began — too slowly — to emerge.

Tabane was not "like" any other player. His various honorary doctorates were less than his status as an original creator of unique sounds merited. To hear him live was miraculous. Dressed in a blend of a cowboy-guitarist suit and traditional adornments, he'd proceed to travel from delicate, poignant melodies (often recalling his first rural home and its ways of life) to fast, mercurial runs of astounding technical virtuosity and harsh, minatory chords that seemed to rip the guts out of the instrument.

His music took you to the spheres and back: he was Africa's Sun Ra, South Africa's Ali Farka Toure, and a great deal more. Hamba Kahle, may his spirit rest in peace.

Tabane's music

Here's a selection (with some links) of Tabane's music:

1964 Cold Castle Jazz Festival