Aandklas, 07 April 2009
There was nobody left in Stellenbosch. The students had scattered in their respective directions and the remaining locals had trekked North for the Klein Karoo Nasionale Kunstefees. I had little with which to occupy myself. Plus, the last time I saw Lucinda, we sat down with a bottle [or seven] of red wine and had such a lovely time that I simply had to take the too-rare opportunity of seeing her again. So when she excitedly texted me announcing her arrival, I simply had to hit Aandklas, even if I were the only person in Stellenbosch to do so.
Surprisingly, the turnout was not bad! I have seen peak-time gigs with smaller crowds. I must point out, however, that the group was made up largely of school kids. I gather so because I cannot recall the last time I was in a room with so many people who could not hold their alcohol, and were shorter than I...
Die Melktert Kommissie is as cute as can be. I mean, they’re still singing songs they wrote to their highschool loves almost ten years ago! It’s sugar-sweet Afrikaans folksy pop ‘n roll, and it’s about everything you went through as a hormonal teenager: boys, girls, first kisses, last kisses, break-ups, make-ups, fuck-ups... Lead vocalist and guitarist Lucinda Strydom has a beautifully clear voice that holds its own on stage as well as on disc, and the Bakgat fans sang out with her from start to end. She is down-to-earth and accessible on stage to fit their simple style that is exactly what it is.
I, along with many others, love a good chill-out session, sprawled on the lawn, a drink nearby, with some Zinkplaat playing in the distance. Their instrumental introduction was great, a sound more rock ‘n roll than they usually are. But is it just me, or did their set never really reach a climax? Nonetheless, the guys jammed out their usual stuff and got the crowd pumped with gees. Gedigte vir Gesigte, my personal favourite, was interrupted halfway through. Arguably, it deserves a moment of silence. The re-entry began with Basson’s bluesy guitar vibes, a staccato start reminiscent of the video’s moments of slow motion that culminated to a steady flow and eventual eruption from both the stage and the crowd. Last up was Hondeklipbaai, and I suppose this track was the climax in its own right. Everyone danced like they did in the video, except with real sweat and not for 7 hours straight, though I am sure they would have, if called upon. For someone who has become so anglicised, and in fact for any soutie or plaasjaap who appreciates good local music, few things beat a night indulging in some good plaasrock.
I say it again: Gees!