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Mambazo has gone on to international acclaim and in the process attracted attention to South African music, including the Soweto Gospel Choir. Formed in 2002, the acclaimed 26-member group melds traditional African and American gospel traditions, producing a sound that's powerfully earthy and ecstatically ethereal. Outtakes spoke with musical director David Mulovhedzi from his home in South Africa.
Outtakes: This is your second time in the U.S. How do audiences respond to the music?
Oh, we get warm welcome from Americans because really they accept our music. With songs that are very soulful, you see the audience being seated very quietly because our music is going through them, healing their hearts; it's doing wonders to them. And the standing ovation after that song is just marvelous. And we have some uptempo songs where the audience do dance around, and it's lovely.
From your album Blessed, I can hear that the choir often has instrumental accompaniment.
We sing most of the songs a cappella, but just to accompany the music, we use the African drums, and it's beautiful. When it comes to dancing, we're using those drums, we ululate, and there's lots of movement. Then we've got other songs we do with a four-piece band, a guitarist, bass, drums, and a keyboard player. Those are songs that we call the modern gospel: "Oh Happy Day," "Many Rivers to Cross" by Jimmy Cliff, "Swing Down." Some of those songs we pick from and put a little bit of an African feeling.
So this music brings people together.
Not in a religious way but spiritually. Our music is for everybody. The religious people will enjoy it, and the nonreligious people will definitely enjoy it too.
It's taken you guys around the world.
What an experience! Some of us had never been overseas before. When we started touring, we said "Whoa, this is what Australia looks like! What a country!" And after that, we had to go to Scotland for the Edinburgh Festival, and we said, "Good lord, this is Scotland!" And we gave our best performances. We've been going around Germany, we've been back again, and the U.K., the U.S., Singapore. And most shows have been sold out. Many people really like the Soweto Gospel Choir's music, because it's nothing they've ever seen before: a gospel choir onstage dancing, ululating, and at the same time singing with all those body movements. It's something really beautiful. Jonathan Zwickel
The Soweto Gospel Choir performs at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday, January 31, at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts, 201 SW Fifth Ave., Fort Lauderdale. Tickets cost $29.50 or $42.50. Call 954-462-0222.
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