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We are excited to announce that FINDING FELA is now in VOD! Go to to get the links to iTunes, Vimeo, Vudi, Amazon, and Google Play.

“Finding Fela has the makings of a classic music biopic: as thorough and soulful as Kevin Macdonald’s Marley, thrilling as Scorsese’s The Last Waltz all those years ago, or more recently Morgan Neville’s euphoric 20 Feet From Stardom, but follows an irresistible character in the same way Malik Bendjelloul’s Searching For Sugar Man did.”
               – Andrew Latimer, Sheffield Doc/Fest 2014

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REVIEW: “Fela!”
Music Hall Center for the Performing Arts
‘Fela!’ – a fine theatrical event

By Michael H. Margolin

When was the last time you saw a Broadway hit in Detroit with the original lead? Maybe Carol Channing in “Hello Dolly?” This time around, The Music Hall has scored a coup: not only the marvelous Broadway/London show, but the star of those productions, Sahr Ngaujah.

“Fela!” celebrates the life of Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, a Nigerian activist and musical innovator. In the performance of the gifted Ngaujah, he is immortalized for those of us who are, now, aware of AfroBeat, which he popularized, some might say, memorialized, in the 1970s.

The show takes place in Fela’s night club in Lagos, Nigeria, the Africa Shrine Nightclub, where Ngaujah takes center stage for most of the two hour running time. He sings, dances, plays trumpet and saxophone and, in the second act, shirtless, shows the impeccable pecs and upper arms of a modern day Greek god.

He is, unto himself, a legend, and if Fela was half as dynamic, he is well represented. (Fela last played Detroit in 1991; he died in 1997.)

Set in 1970, the show, co-written with panache by Jim Lewis and Bill T. Jones, moves into the past to show some of the experiences that affected Fela: He was an activist, writing songs that skewered corrupt generals and their governments, that held the colonialists and neo-colonialists’ feet to the lyrical fire, setting aflame radicalism in its listeners.

This show, then, is a celebration, not only of one man’s starry life, but of his courage in facing oppression in his country and dragging AfroBeat music to the world and into world music. His mother’s death was the result of his outspoken songs, and at the end of Act II, a brilliant scene distills the events of the raid on his enclave by goons in Army uniform and the graphic deaths of some of his followers – at times drawing gasps from the audience.

This was the event, some four years before the time of the show’s setting, when Funmilayo, Fela’s mother, was thrown from a second floor window to her death.

One of the small miracles of Bill T. Jone’s direction is how he keeps the show on an entertainment track, not letting it get preachy, but still making the point about heroes of the black movement, in Africa and here, in our country. Jones, himself an innovative choreographer with a social viewpoint, made a wise decision in choreographing (with associate, Maija Garcia.)

This show could exist as a dance work, with the sensational torque of hip and torso and the intricate footwork in opposition to swaying bodies. AfroBeat inspires dance, as it is a blend of African music, elements of jazz and funk, and features chants, call-and-response and complex rhythms.

But, wait, there is more.

The set is wondrous, the lighting outranks any rainbow you will see, and the generous use of projections on scrims outside of the proscenium and along the upper half of the rear wall carry the audience into the presentation (as do the spotlights sometimes shining into the crowd.) The magicians who accomplished this are Marina Draghici, Robert Wierzel and Peter Nigrini, with a fine sound design by Robert Kaplowitz. (In 2010, the show took three Tonys for choreography, costume and sound, and was nominated for a total of 11.)

In the supporting cast, the wondrous Melanie Marshall – also from the original cast – sings Funmilayo. Marshall’s voice is heavenly, reaching up and up in her second act song set on the stairway to heaven.

Other performers of note are Paulette Ivory (a sensuous Sandra), the outstanding Ismael Kouyate as the character of the same name, Gelan Lambert as the Tap Dancer and Egungun, and Rasaan-Elijah “Talu” Green as Iljembe-‘Mustafa.’ The ensemble is sensational, and the 10-piece band that plays upstage produces some extraordinary music.

The songs are forceful, direct, rhythmic, mostly by Fela himself. My one reservation is that only some of the song lyrics are projected onto the rear scrim, and with their polyglot lyrics are hard to understand.

One thing that is not hard to understand: why we should honor this man and thank conceivers Bill T. Jones, Jim Lewis and Stephen Hendel as the driving forces that brought this show and the history of AfroBeat to the stage with the help of Shawn “Jay Z” Carter, Will and Jada Pinkett Smith and Ruth and Stephen Hendel who produced.

SHOW DETAILS: “Fela!” continues at Music Hall Center for the Performing Arts, 350 Madison St., Detroit, Tuesday-Friday through March 4. Tickets: $30-100. For information: 313-887-8501 or

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Fela! Is A Stunning Homage To Meld Of Music & Social Activism

By Bill Hirschman

Fela! is stunning in both senses of the adjective: exhilarating to the point of paralyzing the observer with elation and overwhelming to the point of numbing the observer.

Powered – and we do mean powered – by a supremely talented cast of singers/dancers/musicians executing thrilling choreography and song, the national tour settling for one week at the Arsht Center doesn’t just immerse the audience in the riches of African culture, it floods you until you fear you might drown.

This fusion of dance recital, musical revue, performance art, stand up comedy, political monologue, everything but traditional theater, focuses on the life of Fela Anikulap-Kuti, inhabited here with indefatigable charm and energy by Adesola Osakalumi. The Nigerian musician turned social activist opposed his corrupt government during the 1970s by writing and performing excoriating protest songs while developing the fresh genre of music, Afrobeat.

Many audience members will be propelled into ecstasy by this theatrical rocket fuel; others will rebel at the unrelenting sense of “too much.” One good friend who saw the show in New York hated it, saying that after you saw the first 30 minutes, the show wore out its welcome. Certainly, the overkill will wear out all but the most fervent audience member eventually. But until then, what a ride!

The show highlights Fela in 1978 when the government’s murder of his mother has him considering closing his club Afrika Shrine and leaving the ravaged country. In this “last” performance, Fela spiels witty political patter between performances of his infectious percussive music which marries tribal rhythms, American jazz, psychedelic rock and a half-dozen other influences. Most of these songs are autobiographical, enabling the company to illustrate key points in the arc of his life through musical flashbacks.

But as the evening evolves and Fela’s outrage grows at the atrocities, his broad smile is replaced by a smoldering glare. He seeks a sign that his dead mother gives her blessing for Fela to leave the country and the cause. In a flabbergasting coup of stylized stagecraft, Fela journeys into the land of the dead to consult his mother. This pull-out-all-the-stops hallucinogenic fever dream culminates in his mother instilling in Fela the will to continue their work as she sings a heart-stopping aria.

The shining soul of the show is Osakalumi’s central portrait of a charismatic artist who merged his music with political activism. But the two real stars of the show are the source music (mostly by Fela, orchestrated/arranged by Aaron Johnson) and avant-garde directorial vision of Bill T. Jones who won the 2010 Tony Award for his kinetic choreography.

The music blends disparate elements such as djembe drums from the villages, horn sections straight out of Motown, Cuban conga drums, funkadelic bass and gleefully impudent anti-social lyrics which range from poetic metaphor to scatological jibes. Through it all runs pulsating sexuality. Two of Fela’s international renowned numbers, “Zombie” and Originality/Yellow Fever” are offered here with long, almost hypnotic licks.

In a perfect synergy with the sound, Jones has created a dance vocabulary from a dozen disciplines as eclectic as the music. His lithe and muscular corps swivels their hips, pop their shoulders and stoop/strut like kings of the barnyard. Jones imagines human beings can throw themselves into the air and while aloft pivot their bodies at the waist with their limbs flying in different directions like the tendrils of a jellyfish.

The tall and slender Osakalumi (who relieved the show’s original star in Broadway) exudes an engaging jocular persona even as he is describing the oppression in his country. He has no trouble seducing an uptight audience into participating in call-and-response chants, standing and even swaying to the music. It’s exhausting just watching him, which is why the role is sometimes filled by Duain Richmond.

Yet the most memorable performance comes from a veteran of the British production, Melanie Marshall, as the formidable spirit of Fela’s mother. In the first act, she mostly sings from a second-story catwalk lit from behind, with her mellow sweet voice somehow disconnected from a person. But when Fela journeys to the afterlife to ask her blessing on his retreat, Marshall sits atop a tall metal staircase, cradling Fela’s head against her knees, and issuing forth music that rivals the bright white light she is bathed in. The song “Rain” – one of the few in the show not by Fela –exhorts Fela to persevere despite her death. The way she caresses the words, the way her voice soars in and around the melody scores as one of the most affecting moments in any Broadway Across America tour entry in either Miami or Broward in a few years. She was miked and her voice was pumped out of speakers at a decibel level that likely could be heard on South Beach. But the purity of her sound, her range, her agility, was the equal of anything I heard on the same stage by the Florida Grand Opera this season.

If you see the advertising for the show, you might think Fela was being played by Michelle Williams, a member of the R&B girl group Destiny’s Child. But, in fact, she appears 45 minutes into the show as a black power activist who raised Fela’s consciousness during an extended stay in Los Angeles in the late 1960s. Williams does have legit credits replacing other performers in Broadway shows like The Color Purple and Chicago, so she is perfectly adequate in the part, although it could have been done as well if not better by many other actresses.

In a cast in which each member of the ensemble seems to have a distinct personality, two members stand out. Rasaan-Elijah “Talu” Green whose energetic and exuberant playing of the djembe (the waist high drum played like a bongo) does not restrict him to on-stage band and often finds him center stage cavorting with the dancers. Recognition is also due featured dancer Gelan Lambert who specialized in ultra-percussive tap dancing in the style of Savion Glover who is coming to the Arsht this spring.,

The 10-piece multi-ethnic band is as fine as any singer or dancer on stage, dead solid with an inexhaustible drive. Among the superb group, sax players Morgan Price and Alex Harding  “dub” Osakalumi’s playing of Fela’s saxophone; they burn up the stage so completely that they could be prosecuted for arson.

Jones and the show’s co-creators Jim Lewis and Stephen Hendel have a consistent vision that extends to their creative team. Marina Draghici’s costumes are a rainbow of styles and vibrant colors. Her setting of the Shrine club with corrugated metal walls surrounded by a second story catwalk is adorned by Peter Nigrini’s projections of Fela’s lyrics, news articles, video clips of strife and hallucinogenic images for the journey through the land of the dead.

Coordinated with costumes and setting is Robert Wierzel’s nimble lighting design. Among his techniques is to put people in silhouette, an especially effective tactic when dancing soldiers goosestep across the catwalk. I’d bet, though, several score of audience members would appreciate not having spotlights shined in their face, even if that has several nice metaphorical resonances.

Fela has a few failings besides sensory overload. While 85 to 90 percent of the words spoken and sung are in English, perhaps half are intelligible. Osakalumi has a lilting voice whose rhythms and intonations are lovely music itself. But his heavy accent obscures the specific words he’s saying, especially when he gets emotional either from joy or anger. Fortunately, many of his song lyrics are projected on the back wall of the set like opera super-titles.

One last observation: The opening crowd was one of the most diverse that a Broadway Across America show has attracted in recent years and the average age was about two decades younger than usual. Along with some family-oriented fare, Felaunderscores how Broadway Across America is aggressively reaching out to families and to diverse, younger audiences with an eye for patrons who will still be interested in coming five or ten years from now. If that doesn’t enchant the white senior citizens who formed the backbone of their subscriptions base for decades, well, then, apparently, so be it.
Cases in point: Next season, The Arsht will feature the lovely folk musical Once, the impressive War Horse and the time-tested but acerbic Evita. But it will sprinkle the season with a revue based on the music of glam rockers Queen, plus a return of Blue Man Group and for the kids, an adaptation of the movie Elf. The Fort Lauderdale tours will include the supremely irreverent The Book of Mormon, the rock musical based on Green Day’s album American Idiot, the birth of rock n’ roll musical Memphis , with Andrew Lloyd Webber’s new spin on The Wizard of Oz for the family trade andChicago for a title that audiences have heard of. Not a 1950’s or 1960’s classic in the bunch for the blue-haired set.
Fela! runs through Sunday at the Ziff Ballet Opera House, Adrienne Arsht Center, 1300 Biscayne Boulevard, Miami. Performances are 8 p.m. Wednesday-Saturday, 7:30 p.m. Sunday and 2 p.m. Saturday-Sunday. Running time 2 ½ hours with intermission. Tickets are $26-$86. Call (305) 949-6672 or visit

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Nigerian bio-musical ‘Fela’ gets crowd onto its feet at Arsht Center

nigerian bio-musical ‘fela' gets crowd onto its feet at arsht center

Fela! boasts hit songs, thrilling dances and a riveting story. But this Broadway success, which runs through Sunday at the Adrienne Arsht Center, is also radically different from other musicals. The show, which opened Tuesday evening, brings us inside the seething, incandescent and precarious life of the Nigerian musical and political revolutionary Fela Anikulapo Kuti. That it succeeds in captivating American audiences with a world that would seem to be utterly foreign and disturbing to them… read more