My new favourite gig with one of my new favourite Durban duos.
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I was invited to sit Jose Cuervo side for Passenger in the park this past Valentines weekend. Te amo? Nah, more like Te QUILA!
Here’s what went down…besides shots. Obvi.
Lemme keep it real with you – I’ve never been to a concert in Botanical Gardens. To put it bluntly, it’s normally cheese-central and a line-up of over-saturated acts that I have absolutely no interest in. But, I may have been missing out on something because hot damn, did it make for a beautiful venue.
There was something about everyone sitting on picnic blankets in front of an intimate stage set up, with the palm trees silhouetted against the evening sky and the frogs singing along in the lake. Basically, pure fvcking poetry man!
I took along a friend of mine who was also up for a few margaritas and we headed to the VIP Jose Cuervo tent where we were greeted by energetic barmen and promo girls. 5 minutes later and we’d already tried tequila with orange and coffee, tequila with Tabasco and then a salt-rimmed margarita.
Passenger was a really great act. One man, one guitar and an audience obsessed. Everyone was enamoured with this humble Brit, lapping up every word coming out of his mouth – the sound was crystal clear and his voice like honey. Charlene and I knocked back the tequila and lemonades while swaying like women possessed to his melancholic acoustic set. I may or may not have proposed to him via Twitter.
It turned out to be an extremely festive and educational night. I pretty much consider myself a tequila pro after experiencing all those combos and didn’t even feel half as bad as a I should have on Saturday morning.
Thanks for the jol, Jose!
As most of you know, Durban and RedEye go way back. The multi-genre arts and performance festival has been running for some time but only recently made its way back on the current 031 events list. I hit up my first RedEye last Friday at City Hall and here’s (some of) what went down…
Admittedly, while I am reluctant to comment too heavily on the event itself because I only arrived after 8pm (it kicked off at 6) and seemed to have missed a few acts (according to my Instagram feed), it will still always be a spectacle to jol at City Hall – instant cool points for organisers using a fairly underrated venue in Durbs.
Man, I just love that building – whenever there’s a party there it feels like you’re in High School getting up to mischief at your first gig. I can’t explain it, there’s something about the vibe that gives me that same excited nostalgia. Everything is easily amplified by the sheer magnificence of the architecture and original décor and I didn’t even mind paying the pinch of the hunned bucks entrance fee to wander up and down in between the floors, ogling at the stained glass windows or city view from the main balcony.
It’s safe to say that I definitely appreciated the music line-up. It was cool to see some versatility – watching Strage melt faces downstairs in the sweaty engine room and then cramming onto the balcony upstairs jamming to hip-hop. There was a range of traditional Zulu dancers, painters, aerial acrobatics, poets etcetera etcetera on the entertainment bill too.
The event also carried on despite load shedding (kudos RedEye, kudos) although the ladies bathroom lights flickered on and off, prompting a random girl to assure me that “it was normal and that I wasn’t going to get murdered while I pee”.*
*Why did I include this part of my evening in my review? Well, I found this simply hilarious at the time and in my drunken state made a cellphone note to include it in this post. Just humour Drunk Jenna for a sec ok? Thank you.
These days, it seems that an event is not complete without live tattoo art – and not just some small eternity symbols for drunk BFFs, but full on body-width pieces. I couldn’t help but stare at the girl getting an owl inked across her ribcage in the dim lighting, next to the bar. You go on with your bad self, honey!
On yet another unrelated note, my highlight was definitely sneaking into the auditorium, getting reprimanded by an unidentified man (overly infuriated by all these damn youths) and then returning again like giggling naughty teenagers. We kicked back on the gallery seats, trying not to echo in this eerily silent and overwhelming space and just drank in the beauty. There was just something beautiful about that moment that had nothing to do with the event happening below.
I do feel it could have been marketed a little better because while DIY tweeted, blogged and Facebooked up a storm and the graffiti wall next to my flat was done up to advertise the event, many clued-up kids were blissfully unawares about the vibe until the day before. Something of that size needs a few old school posters and not just a word-of-mouth approach. Perhaps there were flyers and posters and Facebook ads galore, but I just didn’t see any and was surprised by the relatively small crowd dispersing, so early on a Friday night. I’m all for telling Durbs to buck up their support, but sometimes the peoples need a little hand-holding when it comes to upcoming vibes.
Durbs, you’re in for a treat this Friday. Cool Runnings is hosting one sweet street party with a rather epic lineup. If you’re already on that end-of-the-month budget, no strezzz, here’s how to score some free tickets.
Kick this summer off by taking in two of Cape Town’s freshest and finest new acts at Durban’s hidden gem, Cool Runnings. Thor Rixon and Diamond Thug are embarking on a nationwide tour that sees them stopping off for a street party in our humble little party town. Yup, a street party. If the weather plays ball we’ll be dancing under the stars, if not, we’ll pack out the inside and party all the same with HOURS , The Sisters and DJ Fuego Heat joining the Capetonians in making you dance.
If like me, the names Thor Rixon and Diamond Thug initially mean nothing to you, then peep these vids. Hey look, I live under a rock most of the time but it only took about 3 minutes to get me utterly stoked on their individually unique sounds. I can totally imagine “dancing under the stars” while listening to their mellow vibes.
Pretty cool huh?
To win a set of double tickets to this kick-ass event, simply comment and tell me what your biggest fear is. This is a safe space, share in on your secrets kids. Also, a little humour never hurt nobody.
PS: This is gonna seem like a very arb question if you haven’t watched the videos so go back and do your homework you delinquents!
Fo’ mo’, check the Facebook event here.
With more outfit changes than Beyoncé, I give to you my OppiKoppi experience.
I don’t get no Coachella or Glastonbury, so I got my festival chic on for my first OppiKoppi out in the dusty reserves of Limpopo.
Running water, clean toilets, plenty of stages, sick line-up (with acts all starting as per the schedule), veggie food galore, crazy crowd goers, old varsity friends and beautiful weather is how I would sum it up. I didn’t take my camera so all I have are a few iPhone pics of me trying to look inconspicuous whilst posing in a dust bowl. Not very rock ‘n roll, this blogging.
OppiKoppi Highlight Reel:
1. The 14 hour train ride from Durbs to Jozi. I don’t think I’ve partied like that on public transport before.
2. The moment when Steve hopped up on stage at the Bos tent for the most epic impromptu drumming.
3. HHP was seriously one of my favourite acts the whole fest. The 6 of us stood on the hillside dancing like loons on loon tablets for the full set.
4. The arts and crafts section where we made togas. Those togas were legit for about 35 minutes until we succumbed to heat and dust and torn them off.
5. Finding out the trippy waffle guy wasn’t just super trippy. He was snaffling drogas ilegales on the sidelines. The next day, there was just a vacant spot where his trippy waffle caravan once was. We all wondered why he’d decided to make his vanilla icecream, trippy green.
6. Spotting two snakes whose cobra cove was conveniently situated at the opening of our camp. They turned out to be pretty cool neighbours for the full 4 days, making guest appearances every so often.
7. Finding the one lone grassy patch, along a sidewalk and just napping there without a care in the world. We must have looked like 6 drunkards who peaked way too early. Meanwhile we were just zen with nature and woke up to do a yoga pose or two. Namaste, bitches.
8. While I am very disappointed with the fact that the sound was so shoddy for Cat Power, the shade that was being thrown at the sweating sound guy was quite entertaining.
9. The fact that the moon was so bright, that we all cast night shadows. Night shadows man, night shadows.
10. Wolfmother, Nomadic Orchestra, Grassy Sparks, The Muffinz, Spoek Mathambo, Hugh Masekela, HHP, Black Math.
11. Six of us, dirty and stanking, sleeping like the dead on the flight home, after dropping off the filthiest rental car you ever did see.
Cheers Oppi, see you next year.
Only 3 more days until some pretty rad lads get their rock ‘n roll on along the East Coast. If you thought the first part of the interviews were entertaining, well then you gotta check out what the rest of the band had to say….
Apparently rock ‘n rollers really are all about the sex and drugs. Typical.
From Owen, the cheese-grater
1. Our sound is thumping and grungy.
2. The filthiest band member is Ryan because he once stuck his finger up a cat’s butt.
3. We’d use our last 50 bucks for a bankie.
4. We hope Durban girls will be topless!
5. The thing we dig most about the SA music scene is free beers backstage.
And finally we have Joe:
1. Our sound is tight like a nun’s bum.
2. The filthiest band member is Ryan because he’s half ginger.
3. We’d use our last 50 bucks for 3 Black Labels to share between the band.
4. We hope Durban girls will be bare-chested.
5. The thing we dig most about the SA music scene is the unlimited cash put into bands 😉
You can flash your boobs at these guys out at Ollies Pub ‘n Grill on the 6th of June or Live The Venue on the 7th.
This Friday, I’m really looking forward to a little shindig happening at Cool Runnings, Deben.
Ok so what someone said “vinyls” and “hip-hop” and my boyfriend just happens to be slapping the bass on stage that night, my interest is still completely unbiased. I spoke to some of the people behind the scenes in order to better explain this sweet initiative and what you can expect if you mission into town this weekend.
How, when and why did #Offtharecord get started ?
T: The concept was based on a the vibe of an old school block party (old school in the sense of using analogue equipment which has rarely been seen of late, like turntables). It was born after a vinyl session between RobThaBanka and Ninja X. The authentic sound of music that comes from vinyl nostalgically gave birth to this idea for a backstreet party. The first #OffThaRecord happened in September 2013, and it’s been jumpin’ ever since.
#OffThaRecord serves as a platform for vinyl spinning DJs to show off their craft. It’s one of the homes for local hip-hop heads and alternative music appreciators to unite and unwind. The idea is to share common space, with like-minded people who thrive on indulging in innovative craft characterised by the arts.
What can we expect from this upcoming gig?
T: Every #OffThaRecord session strives to be different from the last. This Friday, #OffThaRecord will present the new 9II5band, comprising of experienced musicians from some of Durban’s most accomplished bands. Steve Jones (Sibling Rivalry/City Bowl Mizers) on drums, Paul Jones (Lowprofile) on bass, Devin Carter (The Accidentals/Sibling Rivalry) on guitar and Kurt Peinke (City Bowl Mizers/K-Bomb) on keys. The band will be performing alongside some of Durban’s acclaimed Emcees including Raheem, DC Crew, Champ, Jahson and Dr Bone.
Will there be more of these events in the future?
#OffThaRecord is the future … every second Friday we “TURN UP.”
RSVP to the FB Event here for more details and updates.
Still not convinced? Get a taste of the vibe here.
Plus, you’ll get to witness me embarrass myself on the dance floor.
In the spirit of the well-received list-post I put up last week, I thought I’d share with you all, what I was up to during my mini hiatus. This is the shit I should of been writing about during my December holiday, but I was too busy out having fun to give a fuck about the internet.
I know right – those words just came out of this mouth.
1.Red Huxley Came To Play
The boys from Capetonian band Red Huxley, crashed at my house for a weekend. Many gigs, many drinks and many hangovers were had.
2. Fake Birthday at Spiga
Like, no-one is around for my real birthday, so I had a fake birthday at Spiga D’Oro. Yay for pizza and caramel vodka shots and the loudest rendition of “ Happy Birthday To You” that I have ever received.
3. Klimstmas Pahty
One of many festive, champagne-fuelled dinners.
4. This awesome bitch called Karla bought me a tree for my birthday!
5. Besties got engaged. And I got emotional.
6. We ate some good food at Chihuahuas Pop Up Mexican Restaurant for my realizies birthday. Loved the vibe, loved the decor. Mixed emotions about the tequila.
7. Manning Road Madness House Party. RIP liver and dignity. A lot of enthusiastic dancing to Spice Girls thanks to DJ Fuego.
8. Got my nose pierced (again). Cried like a baby (again).
9. The Winston Ball. Dr Fly and the Nurses – enough said!
Look here’s me derping about with Marty.
10. Boxing day Cricket- beer and sunstroke FTW.
11. Holiday Party at Live where I fell in love with, and fan-girled all over , The Dollfins. Again, what dignity?
12. Bestie came to stay and tear up the 031.
13. New Years “No Plans Party” at the Upstairs with bottomless pizza.
And 7 stitches.
14. One of my dearest friends had her penis-clad bachelorettes.
Thanks Durbs, the holiday was one of the best.
I tend to jump on trains, a million miles after they left the station. It’s ok, I don’t mind being uncool and a little late on the uptake. I do mind however that no-one told me about female-fronted retro-punk band, The Dollfins, until I watched them play at Live in December .
My god. Is there a superlative for obsessed? Oh yeah, it’s stalker. Which is exactly what I looked like after I drunkenly cornered their bassist after the gig to fangirl a bit.
They’re all freaking hot. And punk-rock as fuck. And a little bit old-school. And I would be lying if I didn’t draw the obvious comparison to the lead’s vocal and personal style, to that of Alison Mosshart. Or maybe, I don’t have a refined enough palette to be making these wild statements, which is all the more reason for you to check them out and decide for yourself.
The three-piece set has been rocking and rolling around SA for quite a few years now and this review by Roger Young for Rolling Stone, pretty much says what I wish I could have articulated sooner.
In the spirit of anarchy and general bad-assness,I stole all these pics from their Facebook page so you should check that shit OUT.
And also their SoundCloud.
And this video.