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Month: January 2010 (Page 2 of 2)

Fiddle East here in Woodstock

I am still recovering from the cricket world’s most exciting test draw! I managed four and a half days of it live, at Newlands, left on the fifth day at 15.10 when I could not contain the ants in my pants, and less than two hours later things went ballistic. I must share my opinion. The Proteas gave that game away. Too little too late.

Anyhoo, it’s back to the orifice for me, where I am writing an industrial theatre script and longing for Newlands. What it also means is that I have to be serious about going back to gym properly, which I did yesterday.

Only, last night I went to the Balkanology Fiddle East party, here in Woodstock, at the Albert Hall. I have been to one other Balkanology party, the one that was held at The German Club, off Hope Street; the one where they raffled a pig, and it was a crush of people, but seriously good fun (although I couldn’t get inside for most of the night).

Last night’s one, with the promise of Middle Eastern music, was directly up my alley, and also geographically in my back yard. I wasn’t going to miss it.

My friend and I did what all old people do; we got there 20 minutes after the door opened, and nobody (except for a few over-exciteds like me) was there. We got served at the bar (without waiting 40 minutes like my other friend did an hour later) and even had a place to sit and chat before we started dancing.

rachid_taha First up as dj was James Webb, and I was like a pig in pooh. He played my music. Music like Rachid Taha. I have fantasised about dancing to Rachid Taha at jauls but have never thought it would come true. There I was. (He looks like a mad, Algerian version of The Boss, no?) I went a bit insane, I have to say. By the end of the set the place was full and I was drenched and out of breath! (I can’t tell you how stiff I am this morning!)

Next up was a dj who played more Egyptian sounds which was also fantastic. By then I had become a bit of a policeman with people smoking inside. Then it was the more Eastern European true Balkan gypsy, circus sounds from the next dj.

It had suddenly become very, very full, and it was too windy to be outside. Not long after my friend came back with drinks we decided to call it a night. I had got what I went for; a big, fat skop to my soul music! As we left we noticed the hip and trendy, in a long queue, waiting to get in. Oh, my ancientness paid off.

Big Superhero Friendly

We came back from walking the dogs and Big Friendly noticed that our chair had been stolen from our front stoep. We have been so lucky, that only a hosepipe has been stolen before. I think it’s because we have an open door policy and our dogs are always around. It was obviously an opportunistic petty crime. So, when Big friendly said, “should I drive around the block?” I said yes.

While he was gone I couldn’t believe that I had let him go. He was gone for a little while and I started getting anxious. How stupid was the whole thing? Imagine my surprise when he drove up to the house with the damn thing in the back of his bakkie.

My Super Big Friendly had driven around the ‘hood and then gone to the ‘second hand’ shops in Lower Main Road. In the second one he found our chair. Giving the shop owner the option of handing it back or calling the police, the guy let him take the chair. He had just paid R40 for it.

Newlands New Year Test

I have to hurry this morning. I’m taking my car in (again), need to walk dogs, and do stuff quick before being dropped off at Newlands for the second day of the test.

Yesterday was such a jaul. The stadium was packed, the weather, which started really badly with rain, played with, and there was proper exciting, albeit nerve wracking cricket to watch. Kallis saved the day, and made it bearable.

DSC_0157_102 It was slightly disconcerting being there with so many barmy army; vocal supporters of England. I can’t believe how many there are! At least we had one heckling SA supporter who was tuning from just behind us.

I need to say it; a test is over five days so there will be times when it is more exciting to watch paint dry. Lucky for us there is a little lady making that possible. She is painting the stadium, while we’re in it. 

I’m back there today for more of the same only Big Friendly needs to work so I am taking my friend’s husband, who is from Guernsey! It’s going to be a very interesting day.

Dave Ferguson was on the roof.

five What could be better than spending New Year’s day afternoon on the trailer park rooftop garden of The Grand Daddy in Long Street?

We were packed on top of the roof to watch and listen to the funky sounds of lone man Dave as he looped his beats, breathed living soul into his suitcase of harmonicas and rasped over the mic. Sexy, sultry and very hillbilly chic. I love Dave. He just gets better and better, and even though he said it had been a long night and day (he had performed two sets at the New Year’s trance party yesterday morning) he got up in front of us and blew us away. White Girl is my favourite.

dave-ferguson The rooftop gig seems to be a regular Friday arvie thing. Get there early and grab a spot. We were too late for a really good spot so we had to squat on somebody’s trailer’s stoep. They were very nice about it. The gig is free, but the costs are made up for it in the drinks! I did have a really delicious chili popper on a stick though. The weather was perfect up there and it was a big, fat jaul. See you there next Friday for an early afternoon sundowner?

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