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Highlife music is like Kente, it doesn’t fadeout- Samuel Owusu

Ace Highlife musician, Samuel Owusu has outlined the reasons highlife music has reigned for a long time.

The legendary highlife musician relates the genre to original Ghana.

In an interview with Joy Entertainment,Samuel Owusu emphasized that despite the advent of inferior Kente prints, the originality and authenticity of the original Kente from Bonwire could not be undermined so as Ghanaian Highlife music is.

“Highlife is like original kente print it doesn’t fadeout. Look at Kojo (Antwi) today, he’s still the same Kojo but very unique,” he said. 

As a reminder, Highlife music has been the original identity of Ghanaian music since the 19th Century. It refers to a variety of regional fusions of African meter with western Jazz melodies. It borrows the melodic and rhythmic structures of traditional Akan music and Ga people’s Kpanlogo Music, but it’s usually performed with Western instruments.

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Highlife music is like Kente, it doesn’t fadeout- Samuel Owusu

Ace Highlife musician, Samuel Owusu has outlined the reasons highlife music has reigned for a long time.

The legendary highlife musician relates the genre to original Ghana.

In an interview with Joy Entertainment,Samuel Owusu emphasized that despite the advent of inferior Kente prints, the originality and authenticity of the original Kente from Bonwire could not be undermined so as Ghanaian Highlife music is.

“Highlife is like original kente print it doesn’t fadeout. Look at Kojo (Antwi) today, he’s still the same Kojo but very unique,” he said. 

As a reminder, Highlife music has been the original identity of Ghanaian music since the 19th Century. It refers to a variety of regional fusions of African meter with western Jazz melodies. It borrows the melodic and rhythmic structures of traditional Akan music and Ga people’s Kpanlogo Music, but it’s usually performed with Western instruments.

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