Music Monday: Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World byJohnny Clegg & Savuka

Johnny Clegg passed away from Pancreatic Cancer today. I bought the cassette single, yes that was a thing, for the track. I played it on repeat nearly 24 years ago, the day my nephew was born. Clegg wrote this song for one of his children, one of many international hits with Jalukka and Savuka.

I suggest reading this National Public Radio Article (https://www.npr.org/2019/07/16/738065415/johnny-clegg-a-uniting-voice-against-apartheid-dies-at-66) for an overview of his life and music.

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