#community-music

#community-music

I don't learn about music from record shops or curated playlists. I discover it on muddy football pitches in east London, with the smell of chips drifting from the van at half-time; in rented cricket halls in Bradford where there is always a giant urn of tea bubbling in the corner. The sounds that have shaped me as a Black British person aren't designed by algorithms or commissioned by labels.

Students in Levittown often flock to Harry S. Truman High School to pick up a pair of drumsticks and a bucket.