Durban’s Jazzy Rainbow’s live preview of Demi “DemiMa” Mseleku’s upcoming EP came as an unexpected and rare new year’s gift, delicately and most sensuously gift wrapped to reveal an unusual package of surprising treats.
For this pagan writer, the New Moon’s ushering in of the New Year of the Hen could not have been celebrated better.
With the grace of a demure high priestess, DemiMa’s first fruits were a mix of spoken word, soul, jazz, indigenous melodic chanting and looping freestyle that came together rather spectacularly. Her emotive and seductive vocals were accompanied by Alex MontaQue’s decisive and exuberant pianism. Our verdict: We Want More.
As the granddaughter of the late Pinkie Mseleku, the elder sister to jazz legend, Bheki, DemiMa’s own show was bound to create an air of anticipation among the young, music-savvy audience in attendance. (We say own show because DemiMa is no stranger to the Durban stage, having performed with local artists in the past, most notably her grand uncle Bheki Mseleku and Madala Kunene).
Arriving just in time to be fashionably late, but not impolitely so to the audience of mostly naturally hair-styled women, DemiMa and Alex quickly took to the stage, starting promptly and performing a medley of three items. The audience did not stand a chance as we were lured into a web of mysticism, spirituality, introspection and wilful feminine expression. Spellbinding from start to finish.
DemiMa opened in spoken word about self-love and trust in what seemed to be a subtly crafted critique of western civilisation as characterised by the law of contracts, and patriarchal systems of governance. “Failed at being normal / Refused to be formal… / As they continue to formulate we regulate the service / They try to intimidate / From an imagined precipice / Let us re-evaluate this imbalanced patriarchy…”
Standing tall before us, barefoot with shaker in hand, eyes closed as if in devotion, she is adorned in aBantu beadwork, black cloth and golden brown skin partly revealing a blue ink sacred geometry tattoo on her midriff. The wordsmith’s striking beauty and graceful movements make her easy to watch and enjoy. While the keys-smith skilfully throbbed away on piano.
The serious notes of the spoken pieces were lightened up with a flirtatious and upbeat own composition paying homage, rather appropriately for the time of year, to the New Moon and new love. The Moon, the Ocean, the Sun, Nature – all feature prominently in DemiMa’s electrifying and haunting offerings. As do the double entendres which leave you wondering: is she political? Or is she being a flirt? Or is she just a barefoot hippy preaching peace and love?
“We all have many aspects to our expression, so I’d say all three,” is the guarded response from this Old Soul who demands your attention as she channels ancient knowledge and the Divine Feminine. Certain phrases are repeated, as if to make sure the message sinks in. “It’s a New Moon. I still want you. I do. It’s a New Moon. I still want you. I do.” And when she’s certain you’ve got it, she moves on to the next message she has to share.
The one that still sticks to mind is that of submission to the Supreme All. “I submit to It. I submit to Love. I submit to It. I submit to Love.” I too submit. Willingly. Gladly. Eyes wide openly.
The covers provided a trip down memory lane, with some 80s’ soul classics, and gave the audience a chance to let loose and be noisy before the next DemiMa original sermon. The most popular item on the night was undoubtedly DemiMa’s a cappella vocal freestyling on her new looper.
“I was gifted this just a week ago. I’m still learning it. But I thought I’d do something with it for you anyway.” What followed next, Dear Reader, is not easy to describe; a mixture of Zulu chanting, poignant harmonies, sounds and sound effects that were looped together to culminate in a reverence to Sound. The reaction? Suffice it to say that at the end of it, the ecstatic audience demanded a repeat performance.
She complied graciously, pleased at our delight of her, but had to promise to come back to the looper later when we insatiably demanded even more. She did not get back to the looper, but perhaps the “priestess” wants to gently tease us before the EP release.
And then, as suddenly as they had began, the duo stopped and decisively left the stage, leaving us star struck and somewhat afraid to dare ask for just one more…
If the preview is anything to go by, the EP promises to be exciting and fresh, earthy and moony too. As a friend of mine put it, “it’s uplifting music that reminds us of where we want to be.” We anticipate and await the upcoming EP with baited breath.