Bugger all to do with Ivy League or African music but I can heartily recommend Nigerian food at this time of year: chicken on the bone, fried plantain and that delicious rice.

Some of this seems to be tilting slightly in the direction of Zydeco - which I also enjoy.

The CD was an impulse buy on Amazon.  Very good it is, too. 
African food - what I've had of it - is variable.  So: I had a neighbour from Soweto when at University (now a Professor Of Education back in SA).  She cooked chicken livers.  I struggled.  I'm fairly sure her son (who was about twelve at the time) preferred the roast I prepared in return.  Oddly, my putative son-in-law, who is of Nigerian descent (his paternal grandfather) seems indifferent - his father (German-Nigerian) even more so.  But, like Jamaican, it's great comfort food.  Back in 1982, whilst living in Salford, there was a Mongolian and Satay place I wish I'd tried.  Never seen once since.

Yeah we had a Mongolian not far from us. Bang in the middle of a roundabout. Every time I went passed I wondered if I should go in. It's a golfing shop now I think.

I suppose it's easy to be indifferent to your own national food? I was never really a huge fan of anything that could be labelled 'English'. My In Laws get positively twitchy if there's a chance they wont have a roast on a Sunday. Cornflakes in the week. Porridge on a weekend. Slice of cake with a cuppa as a treat. Drives me mad.

Tea with my late mother-in-law: a retro delight.  Bread and marg, limp lettuce, corned beef, tinned fruit and 'Tip-Top'.  I used to get her round here and tell her we were having Jewish food for lunch.  You should have seen her little face crumple.  I could have simply said 'pot roast'.  Then there was my framed Ellsworth Kelly for her to dislike.  I digress.  English food?  The English excel in one thing and one thing only: fucking it up.  Even a bag of chips can't be relied on.  In fact, I don't dislike roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (when not dieting), but I'd rather prepare it myself.  I discovered the delights of Turkish food in 2005 and have never looked back.  Some great places in and around Nottingham.  The one in Beeston is particularly good.  Their grocery stores are also a joy.  The only thing to steer clear of is that salty drink of theirs, which can be mistaken for the delicious kefir.