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Janet Jackson Is Still in Control. Robin Givhan writes.

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Allure: A pop superstar for 30-plus years, Janet Jackson could easily rest on her laurels. But, as Robin Givhan learns on a visit to London, the queen of control is still firmly in the driver’s seat.


PHOTOGRAPHED BY: Tom Munro

Janet Jackson is driving. She has stopped her black Range Rover on a narrow London street and starts honking. She’s been complaining about the city’s perpetual construction and the resulting detours. But there are no jackhammering rigs in front of her right at the moment. Yet she’s still blowing her horn. I realize she’s lowered the window on the passenger side — on my side — and she’s waving frantically at a group of women and children on the sidewalk several yards away. Honk, honk! Hooooooonk! Finally, a woman with shoulder-length, sand-colored hair looks over at the vehicle, recognition suddenly flashes across her face, and she shouts a greeting and waves back. And I realize that Jackson, the record-breaking musician who was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2019, has been expending all this energy and holding up traffic in this mightily congested city so that she can shout a hello to her five-year-old son’s former teacher.

This moment stands out to me for a single reason. It’s one of the rare opportunities when the extremely famous Jackson gets to be on the opposite side of the shouting, when she is the person showering someone with delighted recognition and that someone is distracted, nonplussed and then, finally, graciously accepting of the gushing enthusiasm. Fame has a way of making the mundane consequential.

Jackson has lived in London going on six years. It would be an exaggeration to call her an Anglophile and she has not picked up an accent, which is to say she hasn’t absorbed the culture into her system. If she could live anywhere, Jackson would be back in California, the state she calls home, with the overwhelmingly warm and sunny weather that she loves, not here, in a city that is regularly cloaked in cold dampness. She stays because this is where her son was born. The discussion of her residence fades away on the whispering treble notes of her voice. She is not loud, but she can be firm. She’s a reminder that certainty does not have to be defined by booming volume and heavy bass.

During the pandemic lockdown, while the rest of the pampered Western world was figuring out how to make sourdough bread, Jackson was learning to drive. She wasn’t starting from scratch; she had a license. She was learning to drive in London, which meant remembering to stay to the left.

“Two things relax me, the ocean and driving. So I had to learn how to drive. I was tired of drivers driving me everywhere,” Jackson says. “When I need to clear my head, I would go for a drive before, when I lived at the beach back home. That was always my thing.”

She still finds relaxation behind the wheel, despite the kerfuffle that ensued when she was photographed clutching her mobile phone as she was tooling around London — ostensibly driving while distracted. And she even delights in the charms of a scruffily bearded man who takes it upon himself to be her personal parallel-parking guide — as gentlemen like to do — as she maneuvers into a space just around the corner from Pulbrook & Gould, where she’s turned up to buy Christmas ornaments.

How many people does it take to purchase ornaments? Approximately seven. Two sales representatives, one personal assistant, three friends and associates, and one journalist who has been riding shotgun in order to document the moment. Is it an authentically mundane errand in the life of a superstar? No. Yes. Maybe. When a customer strolls in for a consult on foliage, he seems oblivious to the Grammy-winning singer in his midst who is mulling the purchase of acorn-shaped baubles.

When the store’s speakers start playing Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop the Music,” Jackson’s sneaker-clad foot begins to tap and soon enough her hips are twitching and her arms are swaying and she’s dancing right there in the fancy little shop on Buckingham Palace Road. And no, a crowd is not gathering.

Jackson buys me a Christmas ornament — a little felt Santa perched atop a pair of wooden skis. I offer this as evidence of her graciousness — and also full disclosure. It’s a very nice Santa.

I have come to London to talk to her because she has executive produced Janet, a documentary about her life in which she gets to tell her own story, in which she gets to control her narrative. The process, she tells me, was not particularly pleasant, mostly because she does not like being interviewed because she doesn’t think she’s very good at soul-searching on demand, at speaking her truth in pithy sound bites. I’m also here because it feels like a thousand essays and musings, as well as an hour-plus New York Times documentary, have been busy reassessing her musical influence, her prescient feminism, and the culture’s misogyny, racism, and prudishness that led to her social shaming in the aftermath of the 2004 Super Bowl half-time show, when her breast was exposed for about half a second by one Justin Timberlake — white, privileged male.

So, later in the evening, we meet for dinner at a Greek restaurant not far from Piccadilly Circus, where she arrives wearing the same black athleisure pants and hoodie she had on earlier, only now they’re topped with an enormous Rick Owens puffer coat. She’s 55 years old and still has the high, round cheeks of Penny Gordon Woods, the character she portrayed on Good Times that introduced her to the world. Her dark hair hangs in long braids highlighted with streaks of cobalt blue. Her glasses are tinted, but they are stylish rather than camouflaging. She is a lovely, famous head floating atop a cloud of black.

Jackson isn’t trying to hide in plain sight. She long ago made peace with the realities and illusions of control. “It’s only God who’s in control of it all. You know what I mean?” She begins our meal with a silent prayer of grace.

Control, her third album, released in 1986, set Jackson on the trajectory toward stardom. It was a full-throated Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis production in which she declared her independence. Jackson stepped away from the overarching authority of her parents — specifically her father, Joe Jackson — and set out to craft her own public image and career.

It was her way of announcing that if she was going to do this music thing, she would do it her way. Music had not been her earliest desire. She wanted to be an entertainment lawyer. She wanted an intellectual adjacency to an industry that had been conquered by her brothers as The Jackson 5 and then later by Michael Jackson, King of Pop.

“We would always write music growing up. We had a studio at my parents’ house; it’s still there actually. So any time of day or night, if you couldn’t sleep or had an idea before school, after school, you could go in the studio and put it down, your idea, musically. So I did that and I put this idea that I had down and played all the parts on it and, like a genius, I left the tape on the machine and when I came home from school I was so embarrassed,” Jackson says. “They were listening to the song.”

“My father, some of my brothers. I was so embarrassed. And that’s when my father said, ‘I think you should become a performer.’ I said, ‘No, no, no, no, no! You don’t understand. I want to go to school. I want to go to college and study business law and support myself by acting,’” says Jackson, who at the time had a small role on Diff’rent Strokes. “That’s how it all started.”

Control was a blockbuster album in real time and the music remains relevant. But it was never intended to be a rallying cry for anyone other than Jackson herself. “Writing about your life, you never, never — at least I didn’t — think about looking decades ahead,” she says. “You just write [about] what’s going on with you; at least I did.”

Yet in hindsight, the song — the album — turned out to be a throat-clearing introduction to the current conversation about young women, power, and the public gaze. The issues Jackson encountered, such as having her desires overruled simply because she was a woman, as well as being subjected to the cultural expectation that she be thin, thin, thin, are the same topics that are today the subject of lawsuits and social media outrage.

“It was difficult at times being a woman and being told, ‘No, you can’t.’ Why? ‘Because women don’t do that,’” Jackson says.

But now, women are coming into their own and taking charge of their identity. They’re defining their own beauty standards, Jackson says with admiration. Here she pauses, concerned that her next words, as anodyne as they are, might be misconstrued or deemed politically incorrect because she is commenting on other people’s looks. She plows ahead quietly but firmly, because all parsing of appearance is not equal, and to understand how it impacts our thinking, it bears discussion. Women have gotten “comfortable in their skin, in their size, in being full-figured and I love that, as opposed to back in the day,” she says. “You had to always be thin and always look a certain way. And now it’s all accepted and it is all beautiful and I absolutely love that.” Specifically, she admires Lizzo, who has made the case for a large woman to flex and preen and cavort onstage. Jackson is blissfully unaware that this stance has brought Lizzo accolades and ruthless criticism.

For years, Jackson’s signature style was fully buttoned up. Covered. In the video for “Control,” she’s wearing close-fitting black trousers, a coordinating shirt, and a blazer with linebacker shoulder pads. She remained committed to that aesthetic through her next album, Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation 1814. During that phase of her music, she was a social justice warrior uniformed in black, dancing in black combat boots, with a long ponytail poking out from a black baseball cap. She rejected the sexualization of her body. In doing so, Jackson offered proof that it was possible to have personal agency without making one’s body the centerpiece of the work. In the “Rhythm Nation” video, she would be a groundbreaking star without showing skin. She made space for performers such as Billie Eilish and Janelle Monáe, who entered the mainstream while rejecting the scantily clad pop star trope.

“I was never a girly girl. I was always a tomboy. So it was always about pants, suits, even as an early teenager. I remember when my brothers got their star on the Walk of Fame and other awards they got, and I look back on pictures and I always had on a suit with a tie, a bow tie, or suspenders,“ Jackson says. “Always loving black and never wanting to expose any part of my body, I felt most comfortable to cover it up to here.”

With her 1993 album Janet she reconsidered modesty. For that cover, she’s topless, although it’s implied rather than revealed. Nudity was made plain on the cover of Rolling Stone, for which the only things shielding her from a waist-up, full-frontal reveal are two hands placed strategically over her breasts. It was an affirmation of control, Jackson says. Control, there’s that word again. She was taking ownership of her sexuality and her insecurities and putting her adult self in front of the public.

Today, such a spectacle is virtually a cliché: A woman doesn’t have full authority over her body until she feels she has the freedom to expose it. Participation in the skin game is a rite of passage for child stars who want to assert their adulthood. But before it became any of those things, it was a revelation. Jackson helped establish the vocabulary for the body-love messages espoused by Lizzo, as well as Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, Miley Cyrus, and countless others.

The Janet era was about “embracing me and trying to learn to love me for me, my body, all of that,” Jackson says. “Trying to feel comfortable in embracing that. Throwing myself in the lion’s den. Just going for it, wanting to do something different.”

The decision was akin to opening a door. “It took a lot of work, a lot of work,” she says. “It was something very tough, very difficult. But I’m glad I walked through it. I’m really glad I got in. It was a way of accepting and loving, accepting yourself and your body.”

I pause for a bit and consider where the conversation has led us: to the gridiron in Houston. It’s impossible not to ask about that Super Bowl incident because if revealing her body, if walking into the lion’s den had been born out of a desire to empower herself, what did it mean to have an entire country seemingly slip into a fugue state and become intent on stripping away that hard-earned autonomy just because of an unexpected glimpse of her breast? After quickly offering an apology for the national upset, it seems Jackson formally discussed this subject only once: during an interview on Oprah Winfrey’s old talk show, in 2006, when she said the moment had not been planned.

At that time, she pledged never to go into it again. But here she is leaning into the subject of her style — including her nudity — as a tool for defining herself not only in the public consciousness but also in her own mind. I wonder how she got through the storm. “What’s really important is going back to having that foundation. Not just family, but God. That’s what really pulled me through,” Jackson says. She adds: “It’s tough for me to talk about that time.”

All these years later, how does she process being a talking point in today’s debate about systemic racism and entrenched gender bias? That past imbroglio, after all, wasn’t over indiscriminate violence, extreme profanity, or sexual assault. It was simply anger over a Black woman’s body thrust into the public’s jaundiced gaze. “Whether I want to be part of that conversation or not, I am part of that conversation,” Jackson continues with a certain amount of resignation. Yet she’s not disheartened by the renewed interest. “I think it’s important. Not just for me, but for women. So I think it’s important that conversation has been had. You know what I mean? And things have changed obviously since then for the better.”

If one could tease apart the many layers of success, it’s likely that fame would be the part that most people would choose to jettison. The money and the accolades are keepers, but fame is a sneaky, bossy bastard. It’s the aspect of accomplishment that can leave a person isolated or forever lashed to their 20-year-old self. Fame is a complication, particularly for women when they mature, speak out, and make the decision to please themselves and not just everyone else.

Fame is more gracious and accommodating of men over the course of their careers than it is of women.

Bruce Springsteen, 72, is an éminence grise whose words are given serious consideration in the public domain. Madonna, 63, is a nuisance. Jackson believes, hopes, that she can continue to address weighty matters in her music and perhaps along the way help right that imbalance. “I feel like I’ve laid a little foundation for myself, so that if I ever choose to, I would be able to continue on that path,” she says. “Musically, what I’ve done, like doing ‘Rhythm Nation’ or doing ‘New Agenda’ or doing ‘Skin Game,’ creating those bodies of work with Jimmy and Terry, I feel like I’ve laid a certain foundation.”

“I would hope that I’d be able to continue if I choose to. You know what I mean? But only time will tell,” she says.

Jackson glides into her sixth decade of life with her faith in God ever stronger, her faith in her family unshaken, and her faith in her fans shored up. Marking the 35th anniversary of its release, her loyalists recently propelled Control to the top of the Apple Top 40 U.S. Pop Album Chart. Jackson responded on social media with heartfelt thanks. Her fans were not merely celebrating her music; theirs was a sustained rebuke for the damage the culture wars have done over the years to women, people of color, and others who are on the wrong side of the power structure.

It’s against this backdrop that Jackson feels as confident as any famous person can be that she will be welcome to mature and evolve under the public gaze. She will be allowed to age without judgment — or at least with a manageable amount of it. “I’m very fortunate to have a very loyal and loving fan base. And I think they will always accept me for who I am,” Jackson says.

“Everyone would always want to stay young and this and that,” she continues, “but it’s inevitable. I mean, we’re all going to get there.” For a woman who gave a generation of young girls an anthem about controlling one’s destiny, some things are beyond even her determined sway. So she’s thankful for those distinctive cheeks, the ones that she says she’s long been teased about, the ones that give her a perpetually impish face. One fan on Instagram, Jackson says, wondered if she’s been artificially plumping them up. She has not. She’s simply been taking the advice of her trainer, which was that being too thin can make your face gaunt. Not addressing any procedures she may have had in the past, but looking instead to the years ahead, Jackson says she will not overly fill, freeze or stretch her face, nor will she merely rely on good genes and luck. “There’s another road,” she says. “It’s a little bit of zhuzh.”

“I don’t know when my day is coming, but at some point it’s going to come and I can choose which path I want to take. I do hope I age gracefully,” she says, because, of course, who doesn’t? “It’s either a little bit of zhuzh or gracefully.”

Jackson will control what she can. And let the rest go.

Photographed by: Tom Munro

Fashion stylist: Patti Wilson

Hair: Larry Sims

Makeup: Preston Meneses

Manicure: Michelle Humphrey

Production: Farago Projects

Barber: Mark Maciver of SliderCuts

Custom Extensions: Marjolein of SaltyDreads

Braids: Shaunna Burke of The Braid Concept

Top Image: Rick Owens coat. Archived Prototype headband. Pebble London neckpiece. Lillian Shalom rings.

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No Rap Songs In The Top 40 For The First Time In 35 Years

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Yesterday, Billboard deputy editor and Stereogum buddy Andrew Unterberger published a piece with some confusing implications: On last week’s Billboard Hot 100, there were no rap songs in the top 40. The same holds true for this week’s chart. It has been a very, very long since since we saw a Billboard top 40 with zero rap songs — 35 years, in fact. The last time that happened was the week of Feb. 2, 1990, when Biz Markie’s “Just A Friend” was sitting at #41, on its way to peaking at #9. This was the early crossover era, seven months before Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby” became the first rap song ever to top the Hot 100. Up until very recently, rap has been a dominant force on the pop charts. But for the past two weeks, it’s been nowhere near the top. That’s weird. What does it mean?

As Unterberger points out, this is the indirect result of a recent Billboard rule change. A few weeks ago, Billboard instituted a new rule that moves hits into the “recurrent” category more often. This was a necessary step to remove the songs that never went away from the chart’s upper reaches, the situation that allowed new-jack radio staples like Teddy Swims’ “Lose Control” to take up real estate for upwards of a year. But one of the songs that was cleared off Hot 100 was Kendrick Lamar and SZA’s previous chart-topper “Luther.” This allowed other songs to rush in and full those chart spots. And right now, those new songs are… not rap.

On this week’s Hot 100, you will find zero rappers in the top 40. There are plenty of rappers in the Hot 100, but to find them, you’ll have to go all the way down to #43, where NBA YoungBoy’s “Shot Callin” currently sits. There’s obviously a lot of competition for top-40 spots this week. After three weeks, all 12 songs from Taylor Swift’s The Life Of A Showgirl are still in the top 40. Seven songs from the KPop Demon Hunters soundtrack are up there, too, so that’s pretty much half of the territory currently occupied. But that raises more questions. Why is rap music currently unable to produce its own Taylor Swift or KPop Demon Hunters?

I’ve been looking at online reactions to Andrew’s piece, and most of them fall along predictable lines. Some people think that rap is dead. Some think that last year’s Drake/Kendrick Lamar beef was an industry-created ploy to hasten rap’s commercial decline, that Drake in particular is a victim in all of this. Some dismiss it as a cyclical deviation, a trivial blip that’ll quickly fade. Some think it’s a snapshot of Trump’s America. All of those things are kind of true — all except Drake being a victim, anyway — but none of them really spells out what’s happening here.
For one thing, rap superstars are harder to come by. In a lot of the recent moments that rap has been dominant, Drake has had a lot to do with that. Drake has continued to rack up hits after the Kendrick Lamar beef, but he hasn’t been releasing music as quickly as he once did, and his star certainly seems dimmed. These days, it looks like he’s more interested in being a streamer than a hitmaker. Kendrick, the clear victor in that battle, simply doesn’t release new music that often. When either of those guys do put out more music, it’s practically guaranteed to make a chart impact. But both of those guys are aging millennial superstars, getting into their late thirties. (They’re both older than 36-year-old Taylor Swift.) Thus far, no young superstar has been able to play the same guaranteed-hitmaker role.
Again, there are reasons for that. Plenty of people who were on track to become rap superstars are now dead. Others are in jail. (NBA YoungBoy, the man with the current highest-charting rap single, was one of those cases before he got a Trump pardon earlier this year.) Some, like Young Thug, are not in jail, but their experience with the criminal justice system has affected both their music and their persona in heavy ways. These are problems! In lots of ways, the music industry has been failing to develop young rap stars as artists, letting the work of virality carry them instead. That means that rappers are less likely to make craven pop-crossover attempts, which is probably a good thing. But it might also be helpful if these guys were more invested in keeping rappers out of trouble. It’s not some record-label boss’ fault that Lil Durk is currently implicated in a murder plot, for instance, but someone, at some point, should’ve probably discouraged that kind of thing a little more persuasively.
It’s also true that the Hot 100 depends partly on radio play, and non-Black radio stations just don’t play rap music very often. That’s not a Trump thing. That’s been happening. Maybe it’s happening more now, though. If you look at this week’s top 40, you won’t even see the once-standard pop song with a rap feature. That was starting to happen back in 1990, the last time there was no rap in the top 40, but nobody employs the tactic anymore. The phrase “Sombr featuring Ludacris” does not appear on this week’s Hot 100, or anywhere else for that matter.
The change isn’t unique to the Hot 100, either. Anecdotally, I’ve been noticing a lot fewer rappers getting booked at big pan-genre festivals like Coachella. The Apple Music chart, which has historically been way more oriented toward rap than the Spotify one, doesn’t have any rap songs above #8 right now. (That’s where you’ll find NBA YoungBoy’s “Shot Callin” again.)
Some of those shifts are probably happening within the genre itself. Right now, plenty of the musicians on rap’s bleeding edge are making music that’s absolutely not built for mass-market acceptance. Playboi Carti has had some genuine pop-chart success in the past few years, but his skitter-jibber rage-rap descendants have not. The mainstream is not particularly eager to embrace experimental weirdos like Nettspend or 2hollis or Bladee, and if those guys do start crossing over, who’s to say that their music will still be recognizable as rap? Those prospects that I just mentioned are all white guys, too. That’s another factor.

The fact is that rap music is still all over the top 40; it’s just not being made by rappers. People rap on those KPop Demon Hunters songs. Taylor Swift still sometimes sings over trap beats. So does Morgan Wallen. Justin Bieber’s “Yukon,” currently the #36 song in America, is lyrically made up of rap-style flexes; it’s just that they’re being sung by a pop star. There’s plenty of rap-adjacent R&B in the current top 40 — Leon Thomas, Kehlani, Chris Brown and Bryson Tiller, Ravyn Lenae, Mariah The Scientist. Joji’s “Pixelated Kisses,” now at #38, even has a blown-out Playboi Carti type beat. If the rest of pop music is just steadily absorbing rap’s sonic innovations, isn’t that just an updated form of colonialism?

If you look just outside the top 40, you’ll find plenty of examples of rappers answering the question of how to cross over. NBA YoungBoy’s “Shot Callin,” an energetic and immediate burst of melodic hardness, is one such answer. Another is BigXThaPlug and Ella Langley’s country-rap crossover ballad “Hell At Night,” now at #50, and that one is arguably more country than rap. Look deeper and you’ll find Tyler, The Creator’s retro electro-funk jam “Sugar On My Tongue” (#51), Doja Cat’s disco-pop-plus-rapping “Jealous Type” (#53) and Cardi B and Kehlani’s rap&B love song “Safe” (#57). Doja and Cardi are both crossover pop stars, artists with multiple #1 hits, who released recent albums that didn’t really connect on a pop-chart level. It happens.

Gunna, Metro Boomin, G Herbo, and Loe Shimmy all have songs on this week’s Hot 100. So does Kid Cudi, whose pretty-terrible 2008 mixtape track “Maui Wowie” is currently enjoying the same kind of random-ass TikTok revival that’s led to Radiohead’s “Let Down” and Rihanna’s “Breaking Dishes” appearing in the lower rungs of this week’s Hot 100. It’s just that none of those songs, apparently, is currently as popular as Tame Impala’s “Dracula.” That’s some weird shit.

More than any genre in the history of American popular music, rap music became a dominant commercial force by retaining its identity as predominantly Black music. White people have made tons of rap music, often quite successfully, but we’ve never become the primary force. For multiple generations, rap has functioned as an engine of artistic expression and economic mobility for people who don’t often get to have either of those things. If that’s fading away, that’s cause for concern, especially if the stuff that is popular draws on rap’s sonic language.
But then again, maybe what’s fading away is just the viability of Drake’s hard-drive data-dumps. Right now, rap isn’t even just one world; it’s a series of different overlapping worlds. Rap has a ton of different thriving undergrounds, and those undergrounds don’t necessarily have to serve as farm teams for Hot 100 acceptance. My 13-year-old son still refuses to listen to anything except rap in the car, and his selection makes no sense to me. It goes MF DOOM into Lil Tecca into “Ten Crack Commandments” into Lil Uzi Vert. I think that’s great. Middle-aged men like me got to enjoy the Clipse reunion album this year, and we’re about to get new records from Danny Brown and Armand Hammer. If this music matters to you, then it matters. If the music doesn’t translate into crossover top-40 hits, maybe that’s somebody else’s problem.
October 30, 2025 11:03 AM By Tom Breihan
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Breaking News: P-Diddy handed a 4-year prison sentence!

Despite heartfelt pleas from P-Diddy’s children, accompanied by moving videos and letters from some of society’s most respected figures, the judge remains firm and unmoved. It appears that the court has sentenced P-Diddy to four years in prison. It’s certainly a tough moment for everyone involved, and one can’t help but feel a mix of surprise and sadness at how things have unfolded. Sometimes, even the most powerful voices and emotional appeals just aren’t enough to change the course of justice. What can I say… life certainly keeps us on our toes!

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Nigerian Entertainers: Challenges and Frustrations – Excerpts from WAJO (Dance) Project by AGUIKE (Alla-bama)

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The WAJO (Dance) Project afforded me a distinctive and invaluable perspective from which to critically examine the complex and multifaceted challenges faced by Nigerian entertainers, especially those working in the frequently underacknowledged and marginalized roles such as backup vocalists, session musicians, recording engineers, producers, dancers, and choreographers. Through this engagement, I was able to gain an in-depth understanding of the structural, economic, and socio-cultural factors that contribute to the precarity and limited visibility experienced by these professionals within Nigeria’s dynamic entertainment industry. This vantage point also illuminated the intersectional dimensions of labor conditions, recognition, and artistic agency that characterize these occupations, thereby underscoring the broader implications for equitable representation and sustainable development in Nigeria’s creative sectors. This investigation reveals entrenched structural and economic inequities that undermine the sustainability of artistic careers in Nigeria’s contemporary music industry. The following discourse elaborates upon these systemic issues through detailed accounts and critical reflections amassed during the project’s production phase, with the overarching aim to contribute to a deeper understanding of the lived realities shaping Nigeria’s music professionals.


Initial Encounters: Economic Hardships Among Collaborators

At the project’s inception, it became immediately apparent that several of the backup singers and session musicians integral to the recordings were grappling with considerable financial precarity. One of the earliest and most telling incidents involved a request for an advance payment to cover transportation to a scheduled studio session. This took me by surprise, as such pre-payment requests were unfamiliar in my prior experiences within other music industry contexts and initially elicited a sense of reluctance and discomfort. The recording session itself was intended to be conducted alongside the esteemed studio engineer James Elepo—now regrettably departed—whose technical expertise was pivotal to the sound we sought to capture.

This initial episode was emblematic of deeper financial vulnerabilities faced by supporting artists, whose income streams often lack stability or predictability. Such vulnerabilities became increasingly apparent as the project unfolded; after compensating the guitarist generously for his studio contributions, he unexpectedly solicited advance payments for future performances scheduled months or years ahead. Although initially disconcerting, this demand underscored the tenuous financial circumstances that compel musicians to seek income security well in advance. These encounters starkly contrasted with expectations formed from more established music economies, highlighting the precarious economic landscape for Nigerian artisanal contributors.

A subsequent field visit to Nigeria to engage personally with the team intensified my awareness and concern. Witnessing firsthand the socio-economic conditions under which these artists operate, I experienced profound disappointment that, at this stage of their careers, many had yet to achieve the financial recognition and stability seemingly warranted by their talent and professionalism. In retrospect, I acknowledge and regret my earlier skepticism toward the advance payment requests, recognizing these as symptomatic of broader systemic deficiencies rather than isolated exceptions.


Broader Context: Economic Environment and Industry Practices

The precarious financial realities confronting Nigerian musicians, particularly those beyond front-line performers, are intimately connected to the evolving structure of the music production ecosystem, both locally and globally. The widespread adoption of digital production techniques and synthesized instrumentation has materially transformed cost structures and artistic practices. While technologically efficient, this digital paradigm often marginalizes live instrumentalists and vocalists, whose traditional roles have been diminished in favor of cost-effective pre-recorded or synthesized alternatives. This dynamic exacerbates financial instability within these support sectors, as opportunities for regular employment and fair remuneration shrink.

Moreover, the compensation framework for backup singers in Nigeria starkly diverges from models employed in well-established music markets such as the United States. Whereas Nigerian backup vocalists typically receive one-off upfront payments without any participation in royalty income, their American counterparts benefit from structured industry mechanisms designed to secure ongoing compensation. For example, organizations such as the American Federation of Musicians (AFM) and the Screen Actors Guild‐American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA) administer intellectual property rights and distribute royalties generated from digital streaming and international licensing. Such institutional protections ensure that background vocalists and session musicians receive residual payments, thereby fostering sustainable career prospects.

In Nigeria, the absence of a robust, unified musicians’ union or effective collective management organization leaves backup singers, session musicians, engineers, and producers vulnerable. These artists frequently work under informal arrangements lacking enforceable contracts or clarity around their rights to royalties or other residual income. Instead, initial payments are often the sole financial rewards, with subsequent revenues from labels or collection societies accruing almost exclusively to lead artists and producers. This imbalance not only diminishes livelihoods but also diminishes incentives for talented musicians to sustain long-term engagement within the industry.


Challenges for Technical Professionals: Engineers and Producers

The plight of technical personnel such as recording engineers and producers parallels that of vocalists and instrumentalists, albeit with distinct nuances. Within industry contexts like the United States, producers commonly negotiate “points,” or percentages of master recording royalties, in addition to flat fees for their labor. Engineers, traditionally compensated by fixed fees, have experienced significant gains in royalty rights following legislative interventions such as the U.S. Music Modernization Act (MMA), which explicitly allocates digital performance royalties to producers, mixers, and engineers. These systemic frameworks enhance income streams and professional recognition for those shaping the sonic character of recordings.

Conversely, Nigerian engineers generally depend on express written agreements—often formalized via “Letters of Direction” issued by artists—to claim shares of royalty revenues. In the absence of such documentation, digital royalties rarely reach these critical contributors. This contractual opacity is further complicated by the lack of industry-standard agreements and poor legal enforcement, resulting in many highly skilled technical professionals receiving limited or no compensation beyond upfront payments.

Furthermore, it is crucial to recognize that royalties for producers and engineers are contingent upon proactive negotiation and clear contractual stipulations prior to release. Producers typically earn royalties linked to master recording rights rather than musical composition rights unless simultaneously credited as songwriters. This distinction is significant for revenue division and complicates equitable distribution in contexts lacking comprehensive contracts.


Consequences for the Industry: Declining Veteran Expertise

The cumulative effect of these economic, structural, and institutional shortcomings manifests poignantly in the shrinking presence of veteran technical professionals in Nigeria’s music industry. Many pioneering recording engineers and producers from the vibrant Nigerian music scene of the 1990s have either exited active participation or been marginalized due to insufficient remuneration and career support. This attrition jeopardizes the preservation of technical expertise and artistic continuity essential for the industry’s cultural vitality.


Institutional Gaps and the Need for Reform

Fundamentally, the financial and professional inequities described are inseparable from Nigeria’s broader absence of transparent institutional frameworks governing collective rights management and artist representation. Without credible musicians’ unions, collective management organizations, or standardized royalty collection and distribution mechanisms, the contributions of backup singers, session musicians, engineers, and producers remain undervalued and inadequately compensated. This systemic neglect not only imperils individual livelihoods but also undermines the foundations of a sustainable and equitable music industry capable of nurturing future generations.

To address these challenges, concerted efforts are required to establish industry-wide governance structures that codify rights, ensure transparent royalty administration, and facilitate contractual literacy among artists. Such frameworks should draw inspiration from successful international models, adapting best practices to the Nigerian cultural and economic context. Equally critical is fostering a culture of solidarity and mutual recognition within the music community—initiatives that consciously uplift veteran artists and technical professionals who have historically underpinned the industry’s development but remain financially marginalized.


The WAJO (Dance) Project: Affirming Legacy and Advocating Solidarity

The WAJO (Dance) Project aspires not only to generate an artistically compelling work but also to serve as a platform for raising awareness of these pervasive structural issues confronting independent Nigerian entertainers. It is an intentional affirmation of the value of veteran artists—figures whose substantial contributions have shaped the nation’s rich musical heritage yet whose commercial success and recognition remain limited or elusive. By foregrounding the voices and experiences of these pioneers, the project advocates for a paradigm of inclusivity, solidarity, and reciprocal support within the creative community, emphasizing that progress hinges on honoring those who laid the groundwork.

Moreover, this initiative exemplifies resilience amidst adversity. It illuminates the multifaceted challenges faced by independent artists—from resource constraints and technical skills deficits to the complexities of negotiating industry gatekeeping and maintaining diasporic networks. Through collaboration and sustained engagement, WAJO highlights pathways toward preserving Nigeria’s artistic legacy in the face of daunting systemic obstacles.


Conclusion

The experiences documented through the WAJO (Dance) Project render a microcosm of the broader systemic challenges besetting Nigeria’s music industry. The precarious economic conditions endured by backup singers, instrumentalists, recording engineers, and producers reflect not merely localized hardships but reveal structural deficits characterized by inadequate institutional protections, lack of formalized contractual practices, and minimal access to royalty streams. Without strategic reforms and collective advocacy to establish transparent, equitable, and enforceable frameworks for artist rights and remuneration, these indispensable contributors will continue to bear the brunt of an industry that undervalues their artistic labor.

To ensure the sustained vitality and global competitiveness of Nigerian music, it is imperative to confront these systemic inequities and champion models of governance and solidarity that uphold fairness and dignity. Only through such comprehensive efforts can the country’s rich cultural heritage be preserved and its artistic community empowered to thrive across generations. The WAJO (Dance) Project thus stands as both an artistic endeavor and a call to action, inviting stakeholders at all levels to recognize and address the complex realities defining independent artistry in contemporary Nigeria.

Aguike, also known as Alla-bama, is a singer, songwriter, music producer, and sound Engineer.

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PMAN: The Unfolding Saga of an Enduring Crisis AGUIKE, alias alla-bama writes.

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Femi Lasode

For those who choose to overlook the realities confronting the Performing Musicians Employers Association of Nigeria (PMAN), I offer a historical perspective grounded in firsthand experience and sustained activism. Having been involved in PMAN’s affairs for an extended period, my commitment has always been to advocate for a more transparent, accountable, and effective association. My activism predates the tenure of Ugly Okafor; I have long voiced concerns regarding PMAN’s leadership. Over the years, I have documented extensively the multifaceted challenges facing the nation’s largest association representing Black musicians globally. These writings could well serve as the foundation for a compelling dramatized series, chronicling the struggles and missed opportunities of a pivotal institution, essential knowledge for future generations of artists and administrators alike.

To contextualize this history, it is crucial to recall the tenure of the late Femi Lasode—may his soul rest in peace. Lasode was an accomplished individual from a prominent family with substantial business interests. Before his presidency, he managed his father’s multi-million naira enterprise, a position indicating significant business acumen and leadership capability. Yet, shortly after the esteemed Sunny Ade stepped down as PMAN president, Lasode was persuaded by a cadre of influencers—including the late Ogbonaya Amadi and the late Harry Mosco—to assume the presidency of the association. It is important to highlight that I had already distanced myself from PMAN by then, as the association’s trajectory no longer aligned with my aspirations for Nigeria’s music community. In the 1990s, despite some musicians gaining commercial recognition, many were struggling financially, barely meeting basic needs, and PMAN lacked the institutional support mechanisms to protect or advance their livelihoods.

Lasode’s tenure centered significantly on establishing the Musicians Hall of Fame, a well-intentioned but ultimately limited initiative. I publicly criticized this focus, reasoning that had previous presidents fulfilled their responsibilities diligently, Lasode would not have had to relinquish his successful business career to step into an association beleaguered by systemic dysfunction and internal politics. While Lasode was a fundamentally principled and competent man, he was arguably ill-prepared for the complexities and demands of steering such a volatile organization. Tragically, this acceptance coincided with his financial decline, illustrating the personal toll of inheriting a mismanaged institution.

More disheartening is the association’s response—or lack thereof—when Lasode’s health deteriorated seriously, and he required international medical treatment beyond his financial means. The association remained conspicuously silent and inactive at a time when solidarity and support were critical. Only after Lasode’s passing did factions emerge, soliciting funds. Such posthumous gestures raise profound ethical questions: for whom precisely are these funds intended?

This lamentable episode is symptomatic of broader, chronic challenges afflicting PMAN. Those who endured these turbulent years remain steadfast in their efforts to restore the association’s functionality and to ensure it serves the interests of all musicians, especially the vulnerable and overlooked. However, despite prolonged stagnation and repeated crises of leadership, some members continue to engage in opaque maneuvers, seeking external “saviors” to rescue PMAN from its prolonged state of dysfunction. These individuals often court wealthy or influential figures, coaxing them to assume leadership roles. A recent encounter with a woman identified as “Hajiya,”—who claimed the presidency without any official standing or legitimacy—epitomizes the problematic dynamics within the body. She told me she was the authentic PMAN’s President!

This episode reflects a recurring pattern within PMAN, wherein actors with little grounding in the realities of effective leadership or the association’s operational demands vie for PMAN presidency. Their motivations frequently appear less aligned with genuine commitment to advancing the association’s mission and more oriented toward the social capital and prestige conferred by holding the presidential title. In the Nigerian socio-cultural milieu, where honorifics and formal titles carry substantial weight, these roles are often viewed as symbols of status rather than platforms for service. The pursuit of such positions, divorced from meritocratic principles, exacerbates the instability and effective leadership deficits that have plagued PMAN for decades.

The implications of this trend are severe. It casts doubt on the integrity of leadership selection processes and raises urgent questions about how legitimacy is established, conferred, and maintained within the association. For PMAN to transform into a sustainable and professionally managed entity, it must institute transparent, merit-based leadership criteria. Equally important is fostering a culture that prioritizes the collective welfare of members and the advancement of the music industry, rather than individual ambition and external perceptions of influence.

Let me back up a little bit, and let’s consider, as a case study, Ugly Okafor. Okafor was cognizant of Femi Lasode’s critical health condition before his death, but he miserly donated a mere 150,000 naira after he died. This is particularly egregious given Okafor’s control over significant association assets and funds—most notably, his unilateral sale of 1.3 hectares of PMAN land, the receipt of over 200 million naira payment from Olusco, and management involvement of millions of naira belonging to PMAN. Despite these considerable resources under his stewardship, Okafor failed to mobilize meaningful support for a former president in dire need. This dereliction is emblematic of deeper systemic problems: mismanagement, lack of accountability, and misplaced priorities.

The underlying truth is that had PMAN been governed with genuine integrity, capable leadership, and accountability, tragedies such as Lasode’s neglect would have been preventable. The failure to protect and support founding and past members has compromised not only individual lives but the institution’s reputation and efficacy. In the absence of functional governance structures, the association is left vulnerable to stories of neglect, opportunism, and posthumous appeals for charity—none of which reflect the robust, professional body PMAN ought to be.

To address a common misconception, some have claimed I was once an ally of Ugly Okafor. It is imperative to clarify that while his tenacity and street-savvy maneuvers have allowed him to maintain a grip on power, his leadership is characterized by greed, callousness, and corruption. Without these traits, his legacy might have warranted recognition as an accomplished administrator. Nonetheless, he has mastered the art of political survival, manipulating access, manipulating funds, and engaging in patronage networks to sustain his influence. His persistence is less a testament to effective leadership and more an indication of systemic weaknesses that allow entrenched actors to dominate the association’s affairs.

The depth of Okafor’s entrenchment is profound. Efforts to dislodge him require more than rhetoric; they demand strategic interventions grounded in institutional reform, legal frameworks, and the mobilization of a principled constituency committed to change. The reality is that PMAN’s fight for renewal is not merely a contest of personalities but a struggle to reclaim the association’s mandate as a credible advocate and protector of musicians’ interests.

In conclusion, the continual cycle of crisis within PMAN is symptomatic of broader socio-political and institutional dysfunctions afflicting many professional associations in Nigeria. Moving beyond this impasse requires a concerted commitment to transparent governance, meritocratic leadership selection, ethical stewardship of resources, and the establishment of sustainable support mechanisms for members past and present. Only through such comprehensive reforms can PMAN fulfill its promise as the largest and most influential association of Black musicians worldwide and truly serve those who dedicate their lives to preserving and advancing Nigeria’s rich musical heritage. Until then, the unending drama that has come to define PMAN’s narrative will persist, to the detriment of its members and the cultural legacy it ought to protect.

Rest in peace, Femi Lasode.

Aguike is the publisher of New YorkGM

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