And how it was:
Franco & le T.P.O.K Jazz - Toyeba Yo (1975):
I was in the second year of secondary school, my ears full of the chart music of the time. Hardly not privileged musically. Would I have wanted to go to Africa one day? For sure, why not? By the late 1980s with the Four Brothers and the Bhundu Boys, I would have been very keen. As things transpired, the furthest I ever ventured was Greece. These days. No. All that illness requiring hospitals. All the poverty. All the heat. All the violence. I have been intimidated into submission as required by mis-managers.
Trends matter. What was good for western music in the 1970s was good for music worldwide. We just never heard theirs. But our media was different then. You could view other places purely through the happy prism of music. Now it constantly reminds us of knives and guns and how after 50 we are going to drop dead at any moment even in London. Truth has changed but not that much. It is the media which has become a terrifying leech. I'm not so sure we should be doing media now, should we? Just turn it off.