Our very own Dayo Ayodele was featured in The Idaho Statesman's ‘The Idahoan Project: Finding Common Ground.’ You can watch the mini-documentary featuring reporters talking to Idahoans who, they hoped, were as diverse as could be — multigeneration Idahoans, the next generation & newcomers here.
Dayo Ayodele was born in Nigeria, came to the United States to go to school in 1981 and moved to Idaho four years ago.
“I’ve adopted Idaho as my state, as my home, and Boise, especially, as my city,” Ayodele said. His daughter is growing up here. “That’s more of me having roots in Idaho.”
Ayodele works in insurance, but music, and his band The Afrosonics, is where his heart and soul is. That’s what brings Idahoans together.
“I believe the music that (the Afrosonics) do is actually Idaho music, really,” he says. “Because it’s all the influences of everybody growing up here and me moving here.” He brings his musical and cultural roots from Nigeria, and it all mixes it with band members’ other influences.
“It’s like a soup of different elements, and most of them are from Idaho,” he said. “It’s not African only. It’s all the culture that kind of sprouts from here.”
Global Lounge invites artists to apply for the opportunity to design and paint a mural at the site of the organization’s headquarters located in Boise, ID. Nine potential locations have been identified. Global Lounge may choose to identify up to 9 artists or artist teams for the opportunity. The murals should be inspired by Global Lounge’s vision.Read More
The Kennedy Center's Arts Across America was an experience of a lifetime full of wonderful collaborations. Curated by Global Lounge and presented in partnership with The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, The Morrison Center for the Performing Arts, and Idaho Shakespeare Festival featuring Afrosonics and LED. Special thanks to WESTAF for the connect and support.Read More
The season’s kick-off is a grand New Year’s Eve celebration. Ground zero is OVO Beach on Maldonado Bay. We walked to the celebration, our apartment being just six blocks from the bay. This proved opportune as traffic was at a standstill. People filled every available patch of street, sidewalk, and sand. Elbowing our way towards the shore, we were absorbed into the throng of revelers, holding champagne in one hand to toast in 2019, smartphone in the other to record their presence. As the crowd counted down, corks popped and digital shutters snapped. At the stroke of midnight fireworks began all around Maldonado Bay. It must have been quite the sight if seen high up from a penthouse balcony or far off from a boat. The entire bay was a backdrop for a panorama of sparkling aerial dancers. Our view, down on the sand, was a bit more intimate; we were inside the fury, underneath a canopy of loud explosions and sizzling color. When the light show stopped, the all-night party started. Revelers, who had come a great distance and at great expense and were not going to waste a precious moment of their summer holiday, stayed to party. Those of us who lived here and enjoyed this paradise every day nonchalantly relinquished the beaches, clubs, and restaurants to the tourists. Echoes and reflections from the fete escorted us home.Read More