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Mustapha said he was a sax player in Nigeria but when he came to England his drumming was what was unique about him,whereas in Africa his drumming was just ok, as there were so many brilliant drummers. He said he got some work doing film music and so forth in the 60's for fast car chase clips , and he would play mad fast drums to it.
In the early classes he would teach some of the sacred rhythms of Africa but as time went on he stopped teaching them. He said he always explained to his pupils that those rhythms were a spiritual heritage, and were used to heal people, and to call for help from spirits. He said they should only be played in special places,at a shrine, in the woods, or in private place for prayer and so forth. One day he found some drummers busking with those rhythms and he was very saddened by it. Many of the people I knew at his class, myself included , were very interested in learning about the that spiritual side of music, as we felt that it was an important aspect that was now lacking in contemporary consumer use of music. Sometimes we, his students, would compare snippets of those sacred rhythms and try and understand them. They were often complex, 12/8 timings, very different to our understanding of music.. We all felt sad that he had been so let down, and decided never to use those rhythms in such a way. .
The folk in those days who turned up to Mustapha's Class were pretty serious freaks, I remember one guy used to always come bare foot, even in the snow, and he carried a massive conga on his head. Many of us had died hair or dread locks and so forth and wierd/ ripped clothes and Mustapha took it in his stride and used to just smile and laugh. He said he could never figure out the Brits as they could be so snobby and stuck up but at the same time they loved rhythm and could be really wild.
I left Manchester in the late 80's. I had asked for his pemission to pass on his teachings before I left as I was doing some classes for children and so forth, and he was very pleased I was taking his teachings with me. I still teach african drumming to this day and would have had no starting place without his kind, playful teaching and his wisdom. I dont know what happened to him,
I hope he is alive and well but I think he would be getting on by now if he's still with us.. I owe him a lot and would be greatful if anyone could post up what became of him. I remember he was friends with the conga player from Harlem spirit and the two of them would sometimes play with the drummers at the advanced class, playing wonderful stuff way out of our reach. Mustapha could get a better sound out an old table top than any drummer I knew could get out a top conga. On a drum he had a sound like an axe through wood. Ashe Ashe to you Mustapha Onigbango, wherever you are.”