I saw Fela Kuti live. It was late in his career, in the summer of 1990 (he died in 1997), and he had long since swapped out the band that made his best-known albums in the 1970s, but it was still an amazing show. He had what seemed like an army of dancers, and the music was like an endless sea of rhythm and jazzy, funky jams. I don't think they played more than three or four songs.
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Ugly Beauty: The Month In Jazz – August 2018
