Musicâ€™s an addiction.
For all the screeches and scratches in the South African music scene, the struggles and fights for a rung that isnâ€™t at the top, surely our attendance is the love of a drug. We witness our compatriots and enemies slip through the cracks of financial despair, some vanishing forever whilst others reemerge just to slip again â€˜cause the rehab of reality never worked. Calling it an â€œindustryâ€ doesnâ€™t make it one, doesnâ€™t erase the dreamers and the dealers wanting to get high and sell highs, the stars of the stage working their 9hr day jobs.
But the big picture canâ€™t be felt that well. Itâ€™s the small one that throbs the blood, quickens the heart (so that itâ€™s here-comes-the-heart-attack-again) and explodes the brain, overdosing into evidence for elevated self or selves to look up to. We get high, sometimes so fucking high, but when we come down its distance amplified, that void that questions not sanity but the absence of it. Never again, never again, NEVER FUCKING AGAIN!
â€¦but then we hear a song that so excites that we swallow it, a pill for our faith, as transparent as tears but as powerful as a god.
The difference between an amphetamine and music is that one is dependence whilst the other is sharingâ€¦an addiction by choice.
I choose Music!
So, on Dec 18 2010, i’m staging a concert in Knysna that’s going to present the coolest music to a partying, holiday crowd. You can only have fun if you are there!