Jazz According to Absolute Tonny

  Made in Africa, Played Around the World: Absolute Tonny’s Jazz Journey By Joseph Batte | State of the Arts Uganda The first thing that...

Thursday, August 7, 2025

Jazz According to Absolute Tonny

 


Made in Africa, Played Around the World: Absolute Tonny’s Jazz Journey

By Joseph Batte | State of the Arts Uganda

The first thing that hits any critical listener of Uganda’s popular music is hard to ignore—and frankly, a little depressing: too many songs sound like they were baked in the same sonic oven, using the same tired ingredients. One beat. One formula. One endless loop.

It’s true. Most Ugandan artists chase the same dream by following the same path—churning out what sells, not necessarily what sings to the soul.

But lately, a quiet revolution has been bubbling beneath the mainstream. A new crop of bold, forward-thinking musicians is choosing to swim against the current. They’re ditching the safe path and stepping into the unknown—making music on their own terms.

One such rebel is Absolute Tonny.


Absolute Tonny Jazz



With a name like that, you’d expect him to be in the thick of the Luga Flow wave, or maybe riding the dancehall train. Perhaps even dabbling in good old Band music—what we Ugandans fondly call Kadongo Kamu on steroids.

But Tonny—real name Tony Musaazi—chose a very different lane. Jazz.
Yes, you read that right.
Jazz.

And not the watered-down variety that sneaks into a bar playlist on a slow Sunday night. We're talking real, technically challenging, globally resonant jazz. The kind that gets standing ovations in underground clubs in Paris, New York, and Nairobi.

That bold decision has paid off. He now has a record deal with Caguama Records USA, and he tours internationally—gracing jazz clubs across the world with the kind of cool confidence you’d expect from a man twice his age.

Absolute Tonny isn’t just a jazz musician. He’s a walking contradiction to the Ugandan music stereotype: a Zoomer (born September 18, 1994), raised in a non-musical family, and yet somehow destined to become a jazzman.

I actually wanted to be a lawyer,” he says with a chuckle. “That’s what my parents hoped for. They’re not really music people. No one in my family sings.”

But when he showed signs of musical interest, something remarkable happened: they didn’t shut him down.
“They were supportive. Still are,” he says.

Like many greats before him, Tonny got his start in church—first as an altar boy, then as a choir member.
“It was nothing serious at first. Just singing in church. We didn’t even have a trumpet,” he recalls.

Then came 2005. A year he still calls the turning point. That’s when he joined St. Andrew Primary School in Mutundwe—and unknowingly stepped onto the road that would lead him to international stages.


The Trumpet Called, and He Answered

As luck would have it, St. Andrew Primary School in Mutundwe had a brass band. And for a young boy just discovering music, that was nothing short of divine intervention.

I remember the very first day I arrived at school,” Absolute Tonny recalls. “The brass band was rehearsing. I was immediately drawn to them. I went up to the trainer and asked if I could join.”

At the time, Tonny was small-framed—so much so that the trainer doubted whether he could even produce a sound from the trumpet.

But I pleaded and pleaded until he gave me a chance,” he says with a grin.

What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. While other students had been struggling for weeks to produce a note, Tonny blew a clean, clear sound from the trumpet on his first attempt.

Everyone stood in awe—including the trainer.

That was the beginning. I’ve held onto the trumpet ever since.”

With his newfound gift, accolades soon followed. At interschool competitions, he was routinely singled out as the best trumpeter. But Tonny wasn’t done learning. To sharpen his skills further, he joined M-Lisada—a respected children’s home in Nsambya that uses music, dance, education, and peer support to empower young people.

Even when he joined Kyambogo University to study economics, his trumpet was never far from his lips. And then came 2013—the year everything changed.

He got a call to perform at Hotel des Mille Collines in Kigali, Rwanda—a legendary venue with global acclaim.

I was paid the equivalent of UGX 1.6 million per day,” he recalls, still sounding slightly amazed. “That’s when it clicked. Jazz could actually put food on the table. I decided to stay in Rwanda.”

He spent three transformative years performing in Kigali before returning to Uganda in 2017, following an invitation from Chris Ireland to join the Code 9 Band. Soon after, he transitioned to the Bakisimba Waves Band—and that's where his true jazz awakening began.

My passion for jazz exploded while I was with Bakisimba Waves,” he says.

It was more than just the music. It was the curiosity it sparked in him.

Why do they play like this? Why do people connect so deeply to it? What makes jazz different? What are these sounds trying to say? How does jazz touch you emotionally, intellectually, even spiritually?”

He found his answers in the music itself.

Jazz opened my eyes to the beauty of spontaneity. It’s uplifting. It’s rich. It’s endlessly creative. It’s like life—happening in real time.”

He noticed that, unlike other genres, jazz musicians were in command. They weren’t just playing notes—they were inventing as they went along.

That’s when I discovered the magic of improvisation—the lifeblood of jazz. That ability to create structure and beauty on the fly, in real time.”

Tonny was hooked.

He dove headfirst into jazz theory and technique, soaking up everything he could. “Jazz lets you borrow from anywhere—classical, African rhythms, funk, soul—you name it. It gives you the freedom to be fully yourself.”

To an untrained ear, he admits, jazz may sound like chaotic noise. But in reality, he says, it’s the most disciplined and demanding form of music out there.

What sounds random is actually meticulously crafted. It takes extremely skilled musicians to pull it off—and I wanted to be one of them.”



Why Most Ugandans Don’t Dig Jazz Anymore

But let’s talk about the elephant in the room.

For all of Absolute Tonny’s talent, for all the global respect jazz commands—why is it that Ugandans just don’t seem to vibe with jazz music anymore? Only a few.

Walk into most bars, tune into your average radio station, scroll through the local music charts—and you’ll notice something: jazz is practically missing in action.

It wasn’t always this way.

Back in the 1960s, jazz was a big deal. So big that when the legendary Louis Armstrong visited Uganda in 1960, crowds lined the streets to welcome him like royalty. Thousands packed into Nakivubo Stadium to see him perform. Among them? A young Moses Matovu of Afrigo Band and the ever-stylish Tony Senkebejje—both of whom would go on to become musical giants in their own right.

Now ask yourself: if Louis Armstrong were to land at Entebbe Airport today, would he get the same hero’s welcome? Would Nakivubo even fill up?

Highly unlikely.

Over time, Ugandan music tastes have shifted. Our preferences, shaped by changing lifestyles, media trends, and cultural values, have leaned heavily toward simpler, more danceable genres.

It’s right there on your radio dial. Jazz barely gets airtime. In fact, even the word “jazz” has been rebranded locally. If you say you “play jazz,” someone might think you’re talking about drumming at a kwanjula. If you say “let me jazz you,” it means “let me chat you up.”

Jazz, as a serious musical form, has been sidelined.

Instead, genres like Kadongo Kamu, Afrobeat, and especially Kidandali have stolen the show. And it’s easy to see why: they’re catchy, danceable, and easy to sing along to. Jazz, on the other hand, demands attention. It doesn’t spoon-feed the listener. You can’t just vibe with jazz—you have to engage with it.

So what happened?
Why did we, as a society, stop listening to jazz?
Is it too “complicated”? Too “elite”? Too “foreign”?

Absolute Tonny believes it comes down to a lack of understanding.

Sometimes,” he says, “all it takes is sitting down with someone and walking them through a good jazz record. Explain what’s happening—not in technical jargon—but in simple terms. Show them how jazz works.”

According to him, jazz isn’t just a genre. It’s a conversation. A musical language where players take turns speaking—first the main melody, then solos, call-and-response with the drummer, and improvisation all woven together.

Jazz emphasizes communication, individuality, expression, and style,” he says. “Once you understand that, it opens up a whole new universe.”

It may not be topping the charts or headlining concerts in Uganda today, but jazz still has its niche. Especially in corporate circles, where it's often the soundtrack to high-end dinners and networking events.

There’s a following. It's just scattered,” Tonny adds. “We can build on that.”

And maybe—just maybe—there’s still a chance to bring jazz back to the Ugandan mainstream. Not by dumbing it down, but by inviting people in.

Giving Jazz a Ugandan Soul

For Absolute Tonny, the future of jazz in Uganda lies not in copying the West, but in owning the sound—infusing it with our rhythms, our languages, our stories.

And that’s exactly what he set out to do on his new album, “Tindiga”.

The record isn’t just a musical project. It’s a bold blueprint—a template for anyone who dreams of creating jazz with a Ugandan heartbeat.

The melodies are rich, the textures percussive, the spirit undeniably African. From start to finish, Tindiga blends the exotic swing of jazz with the traditional pulse of Buganda—think Baksimba, but laced with the improvisational finesse of New Orleans.

I wanted to show the world what jazz could sound like if it was made here, by us, with our own roots,” he explains.

The title track, “Tindiga” (loosely translated as Town Trek), feels like the soundtrack of someone strolling through Kampala or Nairobi, earbuds in, listening to jazz stamped Made in Africa.

Every track on the album tells a story.

  • Sukali (Brown Sugar)” is a funk-infused love ballad featuring Ken Musoke.

  • Ekibo (Basket)” fuses Baksimba folk rhythms with swing jazz.

  • Nkujukira (I Remember You)” is a silky, emotional ode to lost love.

  • Entuuko (Death)”, produced by Kaz Kasozi, is a haunting reflection inspired by his mother’s brush with death in the ICU.

It’s a song about life’s biggest milestones: birth, weddings... and yes, death,” Tonny says softly.

Then there’s “Olujuliro (Dinner)”, a song about food—but more than that, a song about sharing.

In Africa, food brings us together. We share with strangers. That’s how I structured the song—like instruments sharing a meal, taking turns to lead and follow.”

Produced by Enock Rugumba, Kaz Kasozi, and JJ Bugoma, and mastered in the U.S. and Mexico, the album is a sonic journey. Tonny’s trumpet floats across tracks with lyrical freedom and soulful sensitivity, while the basslines groove with rhythmic complexity rarely heard in local productions.

It’s no surprise that “Tindiga” has been well received internationally. Tonny has since performed in jazz clubs in Idaho (USA), Japan, and Zanzibar, earning praise wherever he plays.

Jazz is what raised me,” he says. “It taught me discipline, creativity, and emotion. I’m a trumpet teacher now, and I want to see more trumpet players in Uganda—not just saxophonists. Music still needs horns.”

He gives special thanks to Isaiah Katumwa, a fellow jazz pioneer who also started out in a brass band.

Isaiah paved the way for saxophonists. I’ve tried to do the same for trumpet players. Legacy is not about fame—it’s about how many people you’ve mentored before you go.”

Despite his success in music, Absolute Tonny is not stopping there. He’s also currently studying International Relations and Diplomatic Studies at university.

I see myself as a diplomat—but a jazz-playing diplomat,” he says with a smile.

And perhaps that’s the most fitting image of all: a Ugandan in a tailored suit, trumpet in hand, representing not just a country, but a culture—one jazz note at a time.

For those who still crave real music played on real instruments, and for anyone tired of the digitized noise that clogs our airwaves, Absolute Tonny is a breath of fresh air. And “Tindiga”? It’s a collector’s item. A love letter to jazz. And a proud declaration: Ugandan jazz is alive—and beautiful.


The Pillars of Gospel Music in Uganda

 

PASTOR GEORGE OKUDI: THE CATTLE HERDER WHO SANG HIS WAY TO AFRICA'S BIGGEST MUSIC STAGE

By Joseph Batte

When we talk about Uganda’s music royalty, the names roll off the tongue like a good chorus—Kadongo Kamu kings, Dancehall generals, band music giants. But today, we start where the spirit sings loudest: the gospel corner.


Pastor Okudi



And, seated humbly on the throne of praise is none other than Pastor George Okudi—a man who traded a cattle stick for a microphone and ended up serenading a continent with the Good News.

Born on April 7, 1968, in Wera Village, Soroti District, deep in the Iteso heartland of Eastern Uganda, Okudi's story didn’t begin with microphones or music charts. It began with hooves and hummingbirds. Long before he was a pastor or pan-African music star, Okudi was a barefoot cattle herder.

Pastor Okudi beat Jose Chameleone and Bebe Cool to the Kora Awards


And in the lonely plains of Teso, where birds sing louder than the radio, he began composing his first tunes, inspired not by trending hits but by nature itself—chirping weaverbirds, rustling trees, and the occasional moo of the cow in perfect harmony.

His life took a tough turn early—he lost his father in childhood, leaving his mother with the uphill task of raising him and his siblings. To make ends meet, she often hired him out as a singer at weddings and community events. Imagine a young boy crooning through a dusty PA system just to buy salt and soap.

Yet through the hardship, school happened. And something even more life-changing came in 1984: he gave his life to Christ.


Pasto Okudi performing in the US

From the Boot of a Car to the Foot of the Cross

In 1991, driven by ambition and holy curiosity, Okudi made the bold move to Kampala. But here's the plot twist—he had no money for transport. So, in true Ugandan underdog fashion, he smuggled himself into the city in the boot of a car. Not a metaphor. Not a joke. The actual trunk of a car.

But as fate would have it, the city that chews and spits many instead welcomed him. His music talent found fertile ground. A Christian friend taught him the guitar, and soon he was a regular feature at gospel fellowships, street crusades, and church services.

Then came the divine calling. Okudi didn’t just want to sing about the gospel—he wanted to preach it. So he planted a church in Kasubi, one of the suburbs of Kampala. It was humble, yes, but spirit-filled and full of song.

It wasn’t long before someone took notice. A generous benefactor offered to sponsor him for a one-year music production course in London. In 1997, Okudi touched down in the UK. But even as doors opened in the land of Beatles and Bowie, he turned down an offer to stay.

I must go back,” he said. “Africa needs to hear this music.”

And return he did—with not just a certificate, but a fully functional home studio. There, in his bedroom, armed with a Korg Triton synthesizer, he created what would become one of Africa’s greatest gospel anthems.

 Watch his acceptance speech at the Kora Award in South Africa in 2003 below:




Wipolo – A Song So Good, Even Non-Believers Dance

Let’s talk Wipolo—Okudi’s chart-burning, spirit-lifting gospel jam that still makes hips sway in Jesus’ name.

Recorded on a humble Korg Triton keyboard in his bedroom studio, Wipolo (which means In Heaven) defied every expectation. The song opens with thumping tribal drums layered over bright synth stabs, creating a rhythmic lift-off before Okudi’s distinctive voice kicks in like a joyful sermon.

The chorus is catchy—deceptively simple yet spiritually profound. It doesn’t just preach; it praises, provokes, and pulls you onto the dance floor. Even the most reluctant sinners find themselves humming along.

What sets Wipolo apart is its production. It’s raw but radiant. There’s no auto-tune trickery or overproduced clutter—just one man, one keyboard, and one divine assignment. And it shows: Wipolo became a continental hit, not just in churches but at concerts, community gatherings, and radio stations across Africa.

It’s gospel music with groove. Salvation with swag. A prayer you can dance to.



Crowned Among Kings

In 2001, Impact FM—Uganda’s leading Christian radio at the —held its first-ever gospel music awards. Okudi scooped the Best Gospel Artist title.

Then came 2003—the year the floodgates opened.

At Uganda’s inaugural Pearl of Africa Music (PAM) Awards, Wipolo was crowned Best Gospel Single, and Okudi took home Best Gospel Artist. But the continent wasn’t done clapping.

That same year, at the KORA Awards—Africa’s version of the Grammys—Okudi stunned the world by winning Best Male Artist - East Africa, beating giants like Jose Chameleone, Bebe Cool, Eric Wainaina (Kenya), E-Sir (Kenya), and Tewodros Abera (Ethiopia).

As if that wasn’t enough, he went on to win Best Male Artist - Africa. Yes, Africa. A boy from Teso, who once sang for posho at village parties, was now standing tall on a continental stage.

And what’s more? He was preaching with every beat.

Pastor George Okudi, the pillar of Gospel music in Uganda doing his thing



Not Just Music. It’s Ministry.

To date, Pastor Okudi has released over ten albums, each a spiritual journey laced with African rhythms and redemptive lyrics. From Analiyaliya, Things Are Already Better, Take It to Calvary, Go to the Nations, Halleluya Africa, Good Plans, Praise Express 1 & 2, Who’s the Greatest, to I Found the Way—each track reminds listeners that music is a powerful ministry.

His beats might bounce, but the message stays anchored. It’s the kind of music that makes you want to shout "Hallelujah!" even in a traffic jam.

Still Singing, Still Preaching

Today, the Washington-based Okudi remains an icon—not just for gospel fans, but for every Ugandan dreamer who has ever stared at the sky and said, “What if?”

His songs have traveled far and wide, played in churches, clubs, weddings, and even parliament corridors. Yet he stays grounded—humble, prayerful, and still a shepherd of souls.

In a world where fame often drowns faith, Pastor George Okudi has done the unthinkable: he turned gospel into gold without selling his soul.


Saturday, August 2, 2025

SONG REVIEW: “Emisege” by David Mukalazi

 A SOUL ON FIRE FOR A CULTURE IN RUINS

By Joseph Batte

David Mukalazi is not the kind of musician who simply churns out hits for radio rotation. He’s a storyteller, a cultural archivist, and a soul whisperer. And in “Emisege”—his latest offering—he is also a man in mourning.


David Mukalazi's “Emisege” doesn’t just ask you to listen. It pulls you into a funeral of a forgotten way of life
Producer David Mukalazi


From the first note, “Emisege” doesn’t just ask you to listen. It pulls you into a funeral of a forgotten way of life, where tradition, pride, and identity lie in coffins sealed by colonialism, greed, and self-destruction.

Heirs are selling land...
They sleep in single rooms.”

Mukalazi doesn’t mince words. He is deeply disturbed by how far we’ve drifted. Western education, once paraded as the answer to all our problems, has become a bittersweet inheritance. You earn a Master’s degree—then return home to joblessness and land disputes. The song’s narrator can almost hear the elders crying from their graves.

If those who came before us rose today, they would weep.”

But “Emisege” is not all darkness. Mukalazi slips in a flicker of hope: “This will end soon.” You can almost hear him pleading—not just with the system, but with us, the listeners. To wake up. To look around. To remember.

Musically, this is a rich blend of world music, soul, and contemporary pop. The arrangement is minimalist but potent. No overproduction. Just carefully crafted layers that leave enough space for the lyrics to breathe—and sting.

Mukalazi is no stranger to greatness. Many know him as one of Uganda’s finest pianists and music producers. He is the genius behind Fiona Mukasa’s groundbreaking “Yanyamba Nansumulula,” and more recently, the hand behind Ronald Mayinja’s “Necklace”—a ballad that melted hearts across the country.

Listen to his track below





But “Emisege” feels more personal. It’s as if Mukalazi looked at the country, sighed deeply, and said, “Let me write a song for what we’ve lost.” It’s a lament—but not a lazy one. It’s the kind of song that stirs something uncomfortable inside you… and makes you think twice before selling that ancestral land for a boda boda.

This is not just another nostalgic ballad. It’s a cultural wake-up call wrapped in beautiful chords. In a time when pop music is obsessed with bubblegum love and flashy lifestyles, Mukalazi reminds us that real art still exists—art that dares to ask: Who are we becoming?

Uganda needs more of this kind of music—bold, honest, and soaked in soul.