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Friday Night Lights

Almost as religious as any guy could get when it comes to watching his local team play football, do I visit the stunning Cape Town stadium with my closest friends to see Ajax stick it to the travelling team (most of the time)

The excitement that seeps from me is a lethal cocktail that consists of working in the Cape Town Harbour area, 15 minutes walk to the stadium, having whatever flavour Ian has in his right pocket, the build up of walking through the waterfront enroute to Friday night football, the freshest most bubbly drafts and the most thought out seats in the house 117 - 119.  Now you ask why that section is so critical to Friday Night Lights?  Let me explain, the Supporters club books out that zone, and it is known as the RED ZONE, also, our drummer sits in that section and not Ajax Cape Town, but he, determines the pace of the game ( I truly believe this and you cannot sway me otherwise ) the bar is located directly behind us, and directly behind that is the restroom, every mans most desired layout !

Whoever the Warriors are playing on the night doesn't really matter as all we want to see is good football and have a good time watching them play, my friends have also accepted that I am such a huge fan that when I shout Stekelenberg and the coaching team can hear me and that they would make changes accordingly.  Nights like this we do not bring woman along, well, we try not too, woman get edgy, they get cold, they complain, and need to use the bathroom 24/7.

Friday Night Lights are about the boys, beer and football.  Nothing more.

See you at the next one

Aahooo !!!

What a slap in the face I got after spending my first 3 hours trying to setup my brother-in-laws mansion of a tent that has just under 100 connectable rods, accompanied by strings, hooks and velcro material.  A mallet woulda been thoughtful Adnan!  Moving on, i've spent way too long explaining this, back to the bitchslap. Thinking that everyone would be to his or her own, a 'neighbour' elderly gentleman, tall with grey hair and a faded peace-lover look assisted me in establishing what we would be calling 'home' for the next two days.  I thanked him and we completed setup, unpacking essentials we would need to sustain us for the next two days in blistering Boland weather, our survival pack consisted of : Beer, cigarettes, cigarettes, beer, muffins, 5l of still water, beer, a 5l rose, a 3l dacquiri blend, chicken nuggets and a 1l bottle of orange Miranda cooldrink, for heavens sakes dont ask!

Once we made the tent our home after being told by everyone ' You finally got it up' we dived into the beer and could finally relax. The afternoon was slowly at an end and I could tell by the bpm picking up on the trance being belted out over the entire camping site. I changed into a new sweater, kept on my 3/4 pants, made sure I had my sunglasses with me, and packed my backpack (that was laughed at) with refreshments, ice cold beer, towels and loads of smokes. Making our way through the maze of tents and me running back to throw some sort of 'marker' on the tree where we were camped at as I knew leaving to the festival in the state that I am in wouldnt necessarily be how I would be returning. People were scattered all over the place, and may I add that never before have I seen so many beautiful people of every race and culture in the same place before, I'm not sure if it is because of the really good mango skunk I just had or the fact that people were expecting to be involved in some huge trance-hippy-orgy.

The first stage had quite an impressive setup, I could tell by the lighting, canvassing, artwork and structure this wasn't just an event put together a week in advance to suck money from the people that hold these festivals on high, the vortex, resonance regulars. The stage seemed reserved for the more of a dubstep or dutch / wonk sound, and everything was well thought out, movement of the crowd, hydration stations were available and you dont need me to explain that one to you now do you? Food stalls from, pita's to pizza's, authentic ground coffee's to bottled waters were available, so much for me being brought up in a coloured household where we are drilled to prepare for armegeddon when leaving the house, you know, 3 jackets incase it gets cold, if travelling the famous 'pad kos' with boiled egg, who on earth decided that's the route we will take with pad kos anyway? I'll leave that one for the next blog which I will dub : Padkos, a coloured man's guide to it

Food stalls werent the only thing around besides people trying to sell me cigarettes, I must add that I was really impressed by the clothing stalls, homemade arty / farty materials with colours that will make a Priest on sabatical trip. Hippies dancing with hoola-hoops, a dome that is reserved ONLY for smoking, but no cigarretes are allowed inside if you know what i mean, and the build up to the trance stage. My interpretation of that particular stage to you would be that if you have seen Steven Spielberg's avatar, it's exactly like that, with you in it ! Mushroom shaped neon coloured trees that lead up to a spider-webbed sky, tulip shaped flowers hanging from the web shaped roof and visualizations that will stun the socks off your barefeet! Lapa's situated on each side of the stage for people that werent up to dancing in 30 degree weather, but this soon morphed into an even more beautiful site when the sun shook my hand and bid the day farewell. The same avatar world, times 100, dancers on stilts, synchronized firedancers lit up the worcester sky, whether you are a trance lover or not you could not turn away and not appreciate the beauty that is the earth, all the elements were intergrated so well into the festival and making my way back to see what was happening at the first stage grabbed me even more. Dancing, dancing and more dancing, this was forced into my muscles by the greatness that was the Sibot lineup and the many other Dub DJ's that belted it out into the night.

Returning back to campsite in the wee hours of the morning and sneaking in a few hours of sleep before Die Groot Trek back home the next day was much welcomed, all in all, after this experience, I really hope that the Vortex and Resonance parties are simalar, if that proves to be true you will bump into me there.

Well done to everyone involved with Earthdance, to you reading this post and most probably blowingyourhead off afterwards for doing so and wasting 5 minutes of your life.  I appreciate it.

See you at Vortex

[  Attached is a clip from onesmallseed that took some amazing video shots at Earthdance, enjoy]

http://www.onesmallseed.tv/2011/09/earthdance-2011-a-weekend-of-stomp/

The question I ask myself is when and how the hell did I end up supporting Liverpool Football Club? All the sports I could have chosen from why this one? Was it appealing to me? What it the cool game to play to impress girls when u stutter and speak pig Latin to in their presence? Being in the first really 'freed' generation post 1994 in South Africa Cape Town, local soccer (football) was not all that popular amongst the coloured community.  To be honest, the only sports really watched was rugby and cricket.  Our fascination with the sport called soccer made us tune our tv screens and admire overseas soccer and support teams there.  Those who were fortunate enough to have had m-net (subscription television)

At a very young age I think most boys are influenced by an important person in their lives to help, guide and to imitate from, whether it be positive or negative, that person happened to be my father.
Many of you don't know me and many of you don't know my father either, but he is a man of very little words, when he does speak, listen.  When he does find it important enough to actually respond to the many unneccesary questions a young boy asks his dad, you know it has the utmost value.
Running around break time in primary school was all I looked forward to everyday, and wanting to be part of the group of boys I hung out with I took part in whatever was on the agenda for the day.  A certain day came along with a question that ran through the school like wildfire, a close ended question that determined which side of the battlefield I would defend on.  The question was : Man united or Liverpool?

I had some idea that this question was about two soccer teams overseas, and I also knew that if I answered too hastily, it could mean 3 years of regret had I made a mistake and not have my elastic band in my back pocket handy which I used as an eraser.  I ducked and avoided it all day, sitting anxiously on the grass waiting for my parents to come home at the exact time they have been since before i was even conceived.  I wondered if my dad would be able to help me, should I even bother asking him?  He came home at the exact time predicted, after greeting him and waiting for him to change into his comfy's, I asked him that exact question. The exact question that meant so much to me yet I didnt even know how it would affect me up until writing this.  He looked at me and answered confidently, Liverpool.

I wanted to ask him why he choose Liverpool and what is so great and amazing about them.  A justification I would use at school the next day, sounding intelligent and knowing what im talking about , but I choose not to, and respecting and admiring him I hung onto his words and followed in my father's footsteps, blindly, but with trust in him, with the destination unknown and not cared for.

Ever since that day, Liverpool was all I talked about, all I watched playing, all that I cheered and dreamt about, all that I scolded and cried about.  To this day, I want to have the same influence on my daughter, so that when she's confused, unclear and doubtful, she'll trust in her father, and follow in his footsteps.....

YNWA

Ok.

What do I write here?  For some weird reason in the last 3 months writing has been calling me, I’m not sure why and even though I suck at it I feel the need to have this second world where I post ideas to, comment on things happening around me, and improve on my writing skills as it’s one of the things I loved doing as younger version of what I am right now.  Like I said, in the last couple of months I’ve been looking around me, noticing that my friends and colleagues are stuck in a rut, predicted movement and a audio drone that replays itself each and every day.  Life shouldn’t be about that, I always ask people what they do for a living, then I follow up on that question by asking them what do they wish they could love doing.  I need to ask myself that, what do I see myself doing that I love even though it is for a few minutes each day?

So, if you’re interested, stick around, excuse the speling an gremmar and bore yourself to death by reading my posts and blowing your head off afterwards.

Peace