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The TALK PARTY SERIES is Back Oct. 25th
We are back this Friday, October 25th with a special Talk Party Series.
Chale, we’re on a high – right on the heels of finishing the 3rd annual CHALE WOTE Street Art Festival and getting ready for the megamusic fest – the 4th annual IND!E FUSE on December 12-14th, 2013.
Art events are buzzing all across the capital city and we’re excited to be a part of the transition. Join us as we brainstorm more ideas on how to sustain Accra as an art-active city. How are you contributing to the shift? Let us know.
We are also screening a remarkable documentary – Hip Hop: The New World Order – and following the film we will have a Q+A with the director, Muhammida El Muhajir, who’s taking the film on a world tour. We’ll also rap with a few Accra-based creatives [Kobby Graham, Ato Annan and Meche Korrect, just to name a few] who have a thing or two to say about how art and music can make movements.
Here’s a little taste of what the film’s all about:
“The documentary, Hip Hop: The New World Order, affirms Hip Hop culture as a powerful vehicle for self-expression by youth around the world. Shot in 8 international cities (Tokyo, Havana, Paris, London, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Rio de Janeiro & Johannesburg) over a span of 3 years (1998-2000), the project embarks on the groundbreaking mission to unearth the practice and business of Hip Hop culture worldwide.”
Ice cold drinks on tap. Cool folks chillin. Live music + jam session with DJ KEYZZZ. #free
See you there!
The TALK PARTY SERIES
Friday, October 25, 2013
6:00 – 9:30PM
Passions Premium Restaurant
Osu Ring Way, Accra
*2 streets behind Country Kitchen and 1 street behind Pippa’s Gym; orange building with driveway and kebab stand in front across from a children’s nursery.
MIX MASTA AMBOLLEY: THE RAP GOD
by Sionne Neely
*This is an excerpt from a fuller article originally printed in Jive magazine, Accra [June 2008]. Double-click on photos to enlarge.He sounded like a Black Panther on the phone. Voice all deep and guttural like he had been cussing out “the Man” all day. I imagined him with a black beret cocked to the side and a matching leather jacket, right fist raised in the air, his left fingers coiled tightly around a megaphone.