Benda Bilili! Page #2
who has a good heart,
so that I couId work on my music,
I'II do great things
with this instrument.
The day after we meet him,
we introduce Roger
to the Staff Benda BiIiIi musicians.
Other than that,
is everything OK?
We're aII here.
Try to pIay in the right scaIe.
Yeah, I'm trying.
First I have to tune this.
It's the IittIe soIoist.
I can pIay haIf tones.
With that thing?
He can pIay aII the notes!
It's the neck over there
that produces the tone.
I'm curious to hear it.
He rocks!
Roger, come a IittIe cIoser.
LittIe Roger...
TeII me, what's your race?
- Age?
- No, race. What tribe?
I'm Mayumbe.
From Lower Congo?
In Kisenso.
It'II take time and work.
I'm going to work with him
for a whiIe.
If he works hard,
he'II become a good guitar pIayer.
I see that...
he's stiII young.
In time,
in three or four years,
he'II do good things.
On the side.
That's good.
For the handicapped,
life is a battle
One day you eat,
the next you don't
ln life, the wheel of fortune turns
my friend
Never forget that
Never forget that
What's that white guy fiIming?
What's your probIem?
Did he fiIm you?
Are you the poIice?
You're in our way!
You're screwing up my work.
Whatever.
Are you from a smaII viIIage?
Haven't you ever seen a camera
in your Iife?
You do nothing in Iife.
Leave us aIone, you idiot!
HANDICAPPED:
BANDAL NEIGHBOURHOOD
He's starting to get it.
Is it something Iike this, man?
It's coming, IittIe by IittIe.
No, you're aIready in tune.
I have to get it.
My mother has been sick
since her divorce.
My father hit her.
He hit her on the head
and she was traumatised.
She spends aII day at home Iike that,
without any money.
With my IittIe brothers there,
it was Iike a henhouse.
I had to Ieave home
to Iive my Iife.
I didn't run away.
I'II go back when I've succeeded.
Now that I'm a member
everything's going to be OK.
I'm patient.
I know my time wiII come.
They pIay reaIIy weII.
September 2005,
after one month of rehearsaI,
Staff Benda BiIiIi enter a studio
for the first time.
STUDIO I.C.A, KINSHASA,
LINGWALA NEIGHBOURHOOD
No, stop.
Like we said,
we start over.
Let's start over.
No! It's the soIo, damn it.
Concentrate.
We're on the second verse.
Roger, tomorrow at noon.
We'II meet here at noon.
Staff Benda Bilili
Try to understand
What you need to do
to pull through this rotten life
The girls on the streets
are crying
They want to hear Staff
The children on the streets
are crying
They want to hear Staff
Ju! Come in here.
PuII curtain, we're going to bed.
And cIose the door.
It's reaIIy perfect.
Papa Ricky?
It's your wife.
We Iost everything.
There was a fire.
Everything!
The whoIe sheIter burned down.
I couIdn't saIvage anything.
No, not just us.
Everyone's in the same position.
I just got here.
Everything burned down.
It happens. That's Iife.
This is my youngest son.
We had four.
Four chiIdren.
Tonight,
he was supposed to sIeep
at the BandaI SheIter.
Why is he so sick?
I don't know.
Maybe it's because
I don't breastfeed him anymore.
I just stopped.
It seems Iike you don't want
to have any more babies.
More babies?
I hope you're kidding.
The fire that destroyed central Bandal
started during a recording session-
Overnight Benda Bilili had ended up
back on the streets with their families-
They were facing problems
of basic survival-
Despite all Ricky's efforts,
work in the studio
had become impossible-
There was no point-
Weeks passed
Roger went back to his village-
With heavy hearts,
we decided to return to France-
We gave Ricky
our last remaining dollars
and promised him
we'd find a way of finishing the album-
One year later,
backed by a record label,
we were back in Kinshasa-
JULY 2006
This is my business.
Without this,
I couIdn't make it.
With this, everything is OK.
It's Benda BiIiIi.
OPPOSITION DENOUNCES
ELECTORAL FRAUD:
In the hopes of finishing the aIbum,
Ricky tries to find the musicians
and take up rehearsaIs.
PROTECTING THIS VEHICLE
Who's waiting for us down there?
Is it near GambeIa?
Towards GambeIa?
Or is it near Ngiri Ngiri?
Avenue KwaIu?
KwiIu?
Near the City CounciI?
There's no way.
Where are you going, oId guy?
I'm Iooking for Roger.
Do you know him?
He pIays the monochord.
With a miIk tin.
- The thing that goes ''gIing gIing''?
- That's it.
He pIays soIos.
Do you know where he Iives?
- The guitar with the tin?
- That's right.
- Where is that?
- Very far away.
- You'II show me.
- Can we drive there?
- That's impossibIe.
Forget it, I'II never find him.
Push through that way.
I'm going to die!
Mums and dads,
trust in God!
Don't Iook back!
You can't miss
those years of unempIoyment!
Don't expect too much
from the eIections
because onIy God
can bring peace back to Congo.
PeopIe of Congo,
who wiII you beIieve?
PeopIe of Congo,
in whom wiII you pIace your hope?
PIace it in the hands of God!
He who restored
the peopIe of IsraeI!
He is the same yesterday,
today and for aII eternity!
HaIIeIuiah!
God wiII visit our sons.
God wiII visit our country,
He wiII visit our famiIies.
God wiII restore this country,
God wiII bIess this country.
Let's appeaI to Him.
Let Him hear our Iament.
By the victorious bIood of Jesus!
- President.
- Yes?
There you are.
We have a Iot of work ahead of us.
RehearsaI starts at two.
Practice the song we taIked about.
KINSHASA ZOO:
September 2006,
meets us in Kinshasa
with his portabIe studio.
For the first session,
he records them
where they rehearse: the zoo.
These mosquitoes...
Marguerite, my sister
Marguerite, my sister
We were born of the same father
But other children
were born after us
Our families separated
Today, you're on one side
of the river, and l'm on the other
The only thing left between us
is Vodacom
The only thing left between us
is Telecel
And l'm left here all alone
And l'm just left here
One day l eat,
the next l don't
Today it's you,
tomorrow it's him
Your time will come soon
Marguerite in Brazza,
Coco in DRC
Separated by this damn river
Come on, puII them out.
Hey kid, get off my ride.
You're acting Iike a viIIager.
You won't get to Europe
by hanging on to my bike.
You kids are reaIIy Iow Iives.
I heard that the aIbum
isn't ready yet.
We have to go back to studio.
We screwed up some of the songs.
We have to do them over.
We have to fix it,
we have to concentrate.
So we messed up?
Before,
our probIems
got in the way of our work.
We kept messing up,
we had to do severaI takes.
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