Short story: The Poor White

So,  today I felt a little rejected because I didn’t win the competition I entered.  I had great plans for the prize money… and also just now that I’ve done therapy… I know I’m just seeking some approval from certain people. (Different topic). Anyway,  here’s the story.

Input welcome.

The Poor White by Yvette Hess

That thud of school shoes kicking a soccer ball was so familiar to her now. With her head resting on her elbow, she peered through the car window, watching the boys play soccer. Their shouting and laughter upset her father every morning. “There are so many of them here in this school. These blacks, they just ruin everything. As ek my net…” He used the k-word again. But she tried to block it out. Their family was forced to move down to the Western Cape a few years ago. The Free State and its culture was all she knew, and it was that culture that her father so badly longed for.

She shut her eyes, tight. In her mind, all she could see was him. She opened her eyes and she saw the very same boy staring at her through the wired fence close to the entrance of the school. He smiled one of those ‘I love you’ smiles. Her father had barely stopped the car when Delia jumped out of the bakkie. So typical was her life and her family; Afrikaans, barefoot and bitter.

“Bye dad.”

She heard him blabber on about the new South Africa being a waste of time, but it didn’t matter.  She was at school, away from home, she was free.

She walked through the school gate towards her class. Bradley waited for the boer to drive off to make his way towards Delia. He ran up against her; he held her tight, kissed her cheeks and whispered, “Happy Anniversary, my love.”

She felt butterflies everywhere and it felt as if all the little hairs on the back of her neck set alight.  “Happy anniversary, my pumpkin!”

Their love was also typical but rather silly, real and innocent. Delia loved everything about him. Most of all she loved his cinnamon tan. It reminded her of the milk tart her mother used to bake on Sundays. She always put too much cinnamon on, but she figured it was to hide the burnt bits. Bradley was an 18 year old musician stuck in school. His voice melted even the coldest of hearts. He loved Delia’s long ash blond hair. He would sit for hours combing his fingers through it, mesmerised by the golden strands between the darker ones and those little curly ones that sat in her fringe. He thought them odd, but never questioned their roots. They would sit and stare at one another, admiring one another for hours after school. Often they would be quiet, just bewildered. They didn’t need words anyway.

The couple made their way to class. It was History for the first period with Mr Abrahams. They walked hand-in-hand until they reached the classroom entrance, where Bradley let go of her hand. They took their places at opposite ends of the class. It was in this class that Delia first noticed Bradley. He was always first to answer questions and enjoyed stirring up debates around the politics of the country. He was a free spirit with brains. Delia liked that too.

Kyle, the only other white person in class, had always thought it fitting that he should be with Delia. She wasn’t the prettiest in the class, but they were of the same kind, it just made sense. Kyle’s pimply pale skin made her nauseous. She hated that he was placed next to her. Being white made them easy targets: for torture and for praise. In South Africa and in this school in particular, everyone hated ‘the White Man’, but they were still better than everyone else. Blue eyes were always favoured over dark eyes. Dark was associated with dirty poverty. They were better than dirty poverty.

Since being beat up for two years in a row, Kyle decided that the saying “If you can’t beat them, join them,” would have to work for him. So he became coloured. To a foreigner, one would think he was just a light-skinned local coloured boy. He joined an amateur gang and was renowned for being one of the most ruthless boys in the school. His nickname “Witblits” did not only refer to his pale complexion, but warned against his punches and his charms. They were both fast as lightning. The girls did not just love him; they worshipped him. He felt he ought to give every admirer a chance and the girls didn’t seem to mind.

“Come now, sweet lips, I know you want a piece of dis.” Kyle rhymed in Delia’s ear. You would have thought he grew up in the Cape flats with his animated gestures and accent.

“I can also sing like that idiot you call lover.”

She slid her hand up his thigh. Kyle flashed red. She pinched him hard and whispered, “Call me that again and I’ll aim for your Little-blits!”

Bradley giggled at the far end of the class. She had spunk today, despite her soft eyes. She prised Noordhoek-blue eyes, exclusive like the beach and in the same breath, absolutely beautiful.

Mr Abrahams addressed the class, “Good morning class. Do you all know what today is?” He knew there wouldn’t be a response and so proceeded.

“Today we as South Africans celebrate 20 years of democracy.”

He often wondered why he even bothered trying to inspire the group of ‘born-frees’ with their own national history. They all looked uninterested, except for one person of course, Bradley. Mr Abrahams wasn’t fond of the boy, and he didn’t like being challenged; especially in front of a class which was already a problem.

“I want input from every single one of you today.” The class giggled.

“Sir, but it’s also Delia and Bradley’s anniversary today.” Kyle said out loud.

He was ready to challenge Bradley. With his actions, he tainted the sanctity of their special day in an instant. The class roared with laughter. Delia sank into her seat, she was embarrassed and shocked. Over and over again she wondered how Kyle could have known. Bradley growled at Kyle, he had gone too far this time. Delia fiddled with her faded blue skirt, a donation from the school. She wore her second-hand clothes with pride, often to the amusement of the other school children. This was her final year of school, so it didn’t bother her anyway. She had other worries.
“Alright, settle down people.” Mr Abrahams said sternly.

Although he was a renowned believer in democracy and equality, he did not approve of their so-called union. To him, Delia deserved better, not even his son would be at her level. How could a school boy from “Ruyterwacht” be her equal?

“I just hope Bradley isn’t only in love with the tone of your skin and the texture of your hair, Miss Cronje. If he was, he’d be chasing something he never, ever would attain.”

His words pierced the both their hearts. Delia felt so ashamed of her freckled skin. Bradley felt her shame. To the world, she realised, he would never be good enough for her. She sat there plagued but perplexed by his remark. She never considered herself unattainable.

“Let’s continue.” Mr Abrahams went on with his class.

The rest of the day dragged on; the magic had left the air and only gloomy sadness lingered. Delia was in no mood to celebrate.

“I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The sadness carried through in her soft voice. Bradley tried to take her hand but she brushed him off.

“I know you’re upset, but I’ll still love you tomorrow,” he said.

With that, she walked off, carrying his words in her heart. He wanted to fix things- she deserved to be in a relationship where she didn’t need to feel shame, nor be ridiculed. He watched her walk off. In her troubled mind she thought of the many times she’d stood in line with him at the SASSA offices to get his grandmother’s government grant. There was poverty all around her, queues of tired, broken people waiting for money. But she was never embarrassed to be with him. Even in those times, surrounded by poverty and desperation- she never thought herself better than them. She loved laughing with his grandmother, “You bring sunshine to our family,” his grandmother would muse. Bradley walked off in the opposite direction, she not knowing he was determined to fix this mess.

“Delia! Delia!” The shouting woke her suddenly. “Delia!”

She jumped out of bed, still in her school clothes. She was too depressed to change earlier that day. She scrambled for her slippers.

“Ja Pa, ek kom!”

She switched on her bedside light to have a look under the bed. She grabbed them and put them on mid-flight. She hopped as she struggled to get them on. They were 3 sizes too small already. She ran to see what the fuss was all about.

Delia stood rooted to the floor. There, before her, towered her father, furious as hell. He wore his blue work overall, dirty from the day’s work. She could see he was shaking. He had reached boiling point. Bradley dangled by the collar of his shirt from Delia’s father’s right fist. His school shirt stretched and scrunched in the vice grip of Mr Cronje’s hand. He was scared, but mostly embarrassed, “Hy se, hy het jou lief.” Mr Cronje managed to utter through his clenched teeth.

“English, Pa.” Delia said softly.

Mr Cronje threw Bradley to the floor. She ran to his aid and kissed his cheek.

“I asked for his blessing. I didn’t want you to feel shame. It would kill you.”

She looked up at her father, ready to conquer him and the world.  “You!” she shouted at her father.

“I hate the blonde, straight hair. I hate this skin.” She pulled the skin from her arms. “I hate that I have to defend what I love because I hate who I am.” She paused.

She looked at him and sternly said, ”Ek haat my taal!”

Astounded he was. He never knew that she could be so fierce. His eyes grew wider.

“I hate you because you hate them!”

Bradley jumped in, “That’s enough Delia.”

Gently she lifted him up and they made their way to the front door. With her back towards him she said,

“Dad, look at your nails, they’re black. Your dirty overall, your job: Black. Dad we’re poor. Look at where we live.” She paused, “Our pride: we’re Black.”

She took Bradley’s hand and led him out, leaving her father frozen and broken. Pausing one last time, “Isn’t this why my mother left? You drink and you hate.”

They stepped into the night. Mr Cronje stood defeated, left to cry for his beloved daughter.

He sobbed on the couch until midnight. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of his daughter’s embrace. She tenderly brushed her fingers through his short, thinning hair. He was still sweating from his violent spell of crying. “I have to tell you the truth,” he uttered between sobs. She sang an Old Afrikaans lullaby sweetly to him. She could not deal with anymore hurtful truths. “Tomorrow is another day” she sang to him. She continued to hum one of her favourite tunes. She stroked his fine, thinning hair, staring blankly, not hearing him say, “Jy is nie myne nie.”

She devised a plan to find out more about her mother. She wanted to chase the scent of milk tarts and sweet floral scent of perfume. She needed her mother: a sober, sweet taste of home.  It was a new day and as she said a silent prayer, she realised it was a new anniversary: one of new struggles, but one that harboured no shame.

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[Inserting exciting title here]- Here’s what to expect from me in January

I have a few aces up my sleeve this month!

My spotlights this month include Emile Jansen (Hip Hop legend and activist of note!), Buddha-Philippine Kunene (Mlungisi) (UCT student and Hip Hop artist heading for the top), Wayne Mckay (Versatile Capetonian Stand-up comedian) and some promotional news on Roy Morrison’s (UCT) social entrepreneurship venture. Included in some other surprises is an upcoming review- another beauty experience. <— Cannot wait!

Supporting local businesses and talent! *Phwew* Busy Busy!

Luckily I know some really cool people. Actually, I have been ‘lucky’ enough to meet extraordinary people doing extraordinary things! Hopefully, as time moves on, I’ll get to publish some more stories about women- hint hint.

Also, I’ll be publishing some more of my poetry- online. And errrm, I will be performing some of my poetry too- on radio. (EEK: Nervous!) Why do I get myself into such situations?

Not sure if some of you know BUT, I am a blogger for http://www.all4women.co.za too, you can catch me at the following url: http://all4women.co.za/blogs/yves-corner/index.1.html . Feel free to browse often, and subscribe. I welcome comments too.

Soon I will be writing up some stuff for L’Agence TKN Model and talent Agency based in Cape Town. I will let you all know about that too. EXCITING!

mmm, what else? Oh: Life is grand!

Follow me on Twitter: @yvette_adams for updates on when I publish poetry and articles- oh and some of my random thoughts.

Stay full of good soul!

Miss Y

New Spotlight: Will the real Dalin Oliver please stand up?

Who is Dalin Oliver?

Dalin is the tall, light-skinned bald guy many of us see on campus. I actually see him quite often, on Jammie Stairs, and even in the library. He has one of those faces you just recognize and wonder to yourself, “Don’t I know this guy from somewhere?” Quite a few of you should know him outside of the concrete walls of UCT, on stage.

By day Dalin Oliver is a student, by night, he is ….. a stand-up comedian.

I can’t remember why Dalin and I exactly started communicating, but it was around April this year and I always wondered who he is /was and how the stand-up comedy thing was going. I stalked him on FB for a bit and saw that the man is actually quite busy. *impressed look on her face*
Now that I blog, I thought… Hey, let me holler at the bra (guy) and turn the spotlight on him. See pic below:

Dalin Oliver @ UCT

We decided to sit on Jammie plaza, forgetting that we both pretty well-known on campus. Throughout our interview we had some interruptions, which I welcomed of course. It made the whole conversation, that: a conversation. Chilled vibes. 🙂

Heads up: I recorded this interview but some of the writing may not be exact. In my defense, Dalin did say, “Yvette, write what you like”…….. *mini evil laugh*

Yvette: So Dalin,  tell us about you, your family, study-wise what do you do etc? Oh and is it ‘Olivier’ or ‘Oliver’? (Afrikaans vs. English version)

Dalin: It’s Oliver, the English version. 🙂 Born 20th January 1989, went to St. Anthony’s primary school in Heathfield. Very keen cricketer while growing up, it still is one of my biggest passions. High school: South Peninsula High and in grade 11 I changed to Wynberg Boys High.  I was a year too young for school, and I was always looking for an excuse to stay behind so I changed school and play more cricket. I went back to grade 10 and   for the first 6 months I was very intelligent, but then that faded out. It was cool because I got to play more cricket. He even played provincial and captain of various teams. *impressed face, again*

He goes on further to say: You know when you have this dream, “I want to be a professional cricketer” and the reality hits you. Anyway, then came to study, didn’t know what I wanted to study. My mommy applied for me. I ended up doing B. Social Science.

Turns out he wanted to be a high school Maths and History teacher.

“I love youngsters, I love educating…. I love those diamonds in the rough, those youngsters who don’t believe they have potential. It’s very idealistic but you gotta start somewhere”.

“I enjoy working with young people.” He coaches kids cricket too.

Last year he decided to do history honours because writing is another one of his passions. As he says in his best English academic accent this year was: “The best academic year of my life”. 🙂

On a side note, he mentions that he wants to do TV and radio. He says, he has been told he has a face for TV.

Dalin in his gold suit.

Yvette: Hobbies? I assume it will be the cricket thing?

Dalin: Yes, cricket is my life. It takes up all my time. That’s why I don’t go away on holiday…

Yvette: Why comedy?

Dalin: Ag, you know, I have always loved comedy man. I grew up watching stand-up and watching guys like Marc Lottering, Kurt Schoonraad, Stuart Taylor, Riaad Moosa. All the SA comics. I have been a big fan of all of them. #No favourites. With our diverse culture, each of them hits it from a different angle. And me being exposed to all those cultures, it’s difficult to say(who is his favourite). I do like the ‘out-there’ , quirky comics. Those who are weird about themselves, like Kurt and Nik Rabinowitz.

Get this, he (Dalin) never could actually tell a story. He was bad at it. Go figure.  He says himself, “a horrible storyteller”. He gained some confidence in public speaking when he took part, on the spur of the moment, in Goodhope FM’s Campus DJ search last year, and that boosted his confidence a little as he was received well by the audience. He then started to write his own material and tested it out on his friends. First attempt at this, he failed miserably, but he worked at it and got better. Obviously. He started gigging last year September. His parents were cool with it, and his mom asked, “Is there money in it?” LOL. My parents would’ve just TOLD me, “There is no money in it”.

Dalin and his crew… Jokes.

“As long as I have comedy, I’m happy”- Dalin Oliver

Yvette: Tell us more about your specific style of comedy.

Dalin: Difficult question to answer. I speak about things that are relevant to my life. I speak about how I see life as a kid, growing up in Retreat (Southern Suburbs); the culture I was exposed to and how I relate or don’t relate to it and how I see it as funny. I speak about my family etc. I also like to look at contemporary stuff , like technology and how things are changing. (Yes, he isn’t that old, but he says he looks at these changes generationally, based on his experiences). From there, errr, girls. Just my mishaps and weird incidences with them etc. (awkward LOL). Women and how I relate to them etc. I also do a bit of politics, not really, I just touch on it, from a warped angle. Life in general etc… Observational comedy to some it up. Intelligent 🙂 I try to keep it natural, try to make it mine. I want it to be Dalin, I’m very possessive over my material.

He has a close circle of friends, his crits, who he trusts for their opinions, other than that, he is not deterred by anybody’s opinion really.

Yvette: How often do you write material?

Dalin: Depends on varsity and stuff but what I noticed is, every October.

He explained how, by chance that his time of the year he writes his best stuff. So we wait for next year October for stuff to come. Bear in mind though, he does have a hidden stash of untested material… 🙂 So in conversation he may actually be testing out material and you won’t even know it…. Right, Dalin? 😉 “His advice: If you have a thought process, run with it.”

Yvette: Do you think you will ever experience ‘writers’ block’ and not generate income and have to beg for money?

Dalin: No, I will still have some of the old material in the bank 😉

Still Dalin

Yvette: Looking at yourself and then other more established comedians like Kurt Schoonraad and Marc Lottering, what do you think the role comedians play in South Africa? I’m sure you can relate this to your thesis you mentioned.

Dalin: I haven’t been doing it long enough to say I have a specific role but it’s very important to speak about the reality you come from. You shy away from these things to make it palatable. But comedy is medium in which you can make those unpalatable things, palatable. We can speak about what race is, we can speak about differences, but in a good way. You speak about your reality, and the audience will relate to you. And if it’s observational, then it’s your take on it. Start here: (He points to his heart #how deep). But you can’t only speak about that, you will sound too philosophical. You need to be funny too.

Yvette: If we look the race related issues and debates in our country do you think it is appropriate for comedians to continue this trend of making jokes about race etc? Will it not reinforce it?

Dalin: There is much debate around this and I think we must talk about it. You know, we are a very young democracy and the race issues are everywhere. But it is also how, the way, you bring it across. If you look at America, they have been doing comedy since the 50’s, so that are allowed to take that step away from race and speak about why a chair is funny. The weird thing is when you speak about race in S.A, that’s where you get your biggest laughs. But it’s more of a cultural thing.

I interjected here and agreed wholly with him. I think we can’t avoid yet, and are still too ‘young’ to stray away from race issues completely because there is still so much to talk about.

Dalin continued and said that the reason why he speaks about it is because it affects him directly as coloured man in South Africa.There are positives and negatives to it, he says and he wants to talk about it . He says. “If you don’t talk about it, how do people get to understand you as a person? Very idealistic. So many people can resonate with that. If you look at the characters Marc Lottering plays, I know people like that. We need to drift away from boxing people into categories according to their skin colour. Maybe we will have that in 80 years. Maybe 2101. Your culture is not constant, it is fluid, it’s always changing.  That’s the mistake we make in South Africa when we say Black culture, White culture, Coloured culture. No man, that’s going with a narrow mindset of race. Black people do this, white people do that. No man, it’s culture. Everyone is different, everyone’s experiences are different. ”

Yvette: This just got very deep.

Dalin: It’s your fault, I’m a very philosophical oke (guy).

Yvette: I’m just studying Information Systems hey. 🙂

Dalin: You should’ve popped in at humanities during your undergrad, really. LOL.

Dalin supporting Kurt Schoonraad

Yvette: What has been you greatest achievement to date?

Dalin: 11 July 2011 I was lucky enough to perform at 2 shows at the Vodacom Funny festival at the Baxter theatre, in Cape Town.

He explained how he got the gig (through some exposure through working with Stuart Taylor and some other organizes), and just how exhilarated he was when he was told he was afforded the opportunity to perform.  He goes on to explain that he had such a great time on stage and those 7minutes were just not enough. Even as he describes the experience of being on that stage at Baxter, I could see him light up and I was not able to hide my smile either. “I killed it, he says”. Dalin had a vision, a goal, to be on Baxter’s stage- and he did. He shares his goals with his dad and this was one of them. I would be stoked too!

Yvette: Do you see yourself being one of those veteran comedians like the guys you worked with? Or do you want to branch off into other things?

Dalin: Look, you have to have goals and in the next 5 years I am 27, I’d like to be one of the established new acts in South Africa. If not new, then middle (Yvette: middle class?). Yes, somewhere between 3rd and 2nd class. Eventually I would like to be one of the groundbreaking comedians in South Africa. There is a new generation of comics coming through now.

He explains that comics like Loyiso Gola, Kurt Schoonraad and David Kau them are the first generation comics that came, post Apartheid. So the second generation of comics are emerging slowly but surely. He reminds me that those guys are there to stay, but they are paving the way for the new comedians to step and explore, due to the other things they get involved in.  For example comics making movies and acting etc.

Ultimately, he says, he does want to have a production company. He wants to write sitcoms and movies. 🙂

Yvette: Do you have a girlfriend? And do you have groupies?

Dalin: No, I’m single. I have been getting that question a lot lately. I’m single, and by choice. I’m very, very fussy. Going into relationships, you need to understand one another. Then, especially in comedy, you need the girl to be secure. Not that I’m trying to be wrong when I say this, but you mix with a lot of females at the shows and stuff. But ya, no girlfriend for now. I always say she is at the ‘lost and found’.

I highlighted that I’m sure his schedule would not allow for this anyway…

And he says, ‘no groupies’.

Yvette: Where and when can we catch you?

Dalin: At present, as Jammie stairs, at 11:25am, with Yvette Adams. You can follow me on twitter: @dalinoliver (he now has 90 followers) and then on FB, my page: ‘Dalin Oliver: The Chameleon’: https://www.facebook.com/thechameleon1 . Next year .. I got some big plans, but I keep a lot to myself, because people think I am weird.

You can catch Dalin this Monday, 21st November in town at Ragazzi Lounge (Nik Rabinowitz will be there btw). Check the event details here: https://www.facebook.com/events/298639883493824/

And then ALSO, he is in the finals of the Comedy Thursdays hosted by Chilli Bar. See Pic below:

See, he is in the finals!

1st December. Don’t forget. Stiek uit (Show up, turn up at the event). LIKE the page, and get more info as to where Chilli Bar is etc: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chilli-Bar-Comedy-Thursdays/148417625231447?sk=wall.

He juggles cricket (especially now that it is cricket season) between gigs, but yeah it’s tough being awesome hey. All his gig info is put on his FB page, so stalk him, he doesn’t mind.

During the interview we touched on how the first generation comics are doing great things and creating credibility around the art form that is comedy. It really is an art. Don’t be fooled, you can’t just go on stage and crack jokes. As Dalin says, “No bra, who do you think you are?”.  LOL. That would result in an epic fail.  We also spoke about movies like SKEEM (Kurt Schoonraad is in here) and MATERIAL (by Riaad Moosa) where these bold new moves by comedians, sort of set the bar higher for the newer comics to aim towards.

It’s really exciting !

Stuart Taylor, and Dalin…….. cough.

No lies, Dalin uses his ‘awkwardly good-looking face’ to his advantage. He is passionate about life and achieving the goals he has for himself. He sets a great example for our youth to follow. Well, that’s in my opinion anyway. We need go-getters like him who are hungry to rise up to challenges, live their dreams and of course face reality with the right kind of attitude. As Dalin’s plan for next year is to do his Teacher’s diploma, I can see him giving back to the communities in many ways. Although I asked him in the interview about whether or not give does community work, I already had my answer. To me, Dalin is an example of how the community is at work. Positive energy ploughing towards adding smiles, but provoking one’s thought as well. Bonus, he wants to teach? Seriously.

He is that guy.

Focused. Dalin is one of the most genuine people I have met and I sat laughing, yet in total admiration. A young man, destined for greatness and has achieved great success almost ‘over night’, yet he is so humble.

There you have it… In brief.

I think I should be on radio or something (hint hint, nudge nudge)- this was indeed the most challenging task ever. Transcribing the audio from my phone without losing a laugh was difficult. Geez.

Disclaimer: Many LOL’s had to be excluded due to, well, due to the fact that it would have not looked good at all…..

But yeah, this is a learning curve for me. Next time: YOUTUBE.

Dalin: The Chameleon

In closing, words from Dalin:

“You don’t pirate SA comedy! Do you here me?”, and his famous tagline “Stay focused”

With that said, I would like say thanks Dalin. Stay Real.

Miss Y

Follow me on twitter: @yvette_hess

Josh & Yanick Jam Session @ Purple Turtle, CPT

It was a chilly winter’s night. No, I lie.

It was actually a clear, warm night in town- I got a bit lost with my crew, Neo and Buhle on our way to town. I won’t say who was directing me to Long street… Don’t look now —-> Buhle Majokweni!

Neo and Buhle (sho't right)

We got to Purple Turtle, walking from the top of Long street (#basically) and made our way to the bar area… Place looked quiet, except for the groupies, but the vibe was relaxed, almost mellow. It was Monday after all.  Drinks sorted. Once I get some sponsorship I will tell you which brand I had a sip of. 😉

First act of evening was Jarnelle Botha.

That is she

She said she doesn’t have a facebook page, so I can’t hook you up with that info, but what I can say is, this young lady has a kickass voice… If I was asked to describe her style and her voice, I would say it reminded me of that “perfect smokey eye” those hot models have in big magazines. Some dark tones, inviting and intriguing. You should really hear her confidence song. Oh, Oh, Oh and she does an acoustic version of one of T.I’s (the rapper, yes) songs. Awesomeness!

Next on the line  up… Josh Riley and Yanick Bathfield (from 7th Son). ‘LIKE’ their page on FB (Advertising. cough. cough).

Josh

Yanick (7th Son)

The ultra smooth acoustic reggae session blew the audience and groupies away. Or wait, drew the groupies nearer. The crowd loved Yanick and Josh’s vibe on stage- they cracked some jokes and definitely have a great stage presence. As an audience member I felt like I was just checking out my friends jammin’ it on stage. Yet, I felt ‘at home’ at the same time. Their voices- top-notch quality no lies. The song choices were interesting too! It was awesome how they got people to smile as they sang about taboo topics. Ok, not only smile but sing along too. Slightly awkward but liberating as well. Hey, we were jammin’ it up for days. 🙂

Last act was Vickus (with a V) Horne.

Vickus (Cherry Vynil)

In my mind I was like “This guy has some act to follow” *cue rolling eyes*…. And then BAM! He oozes awesomeness. He likes to emphasize the fact that he sounds better with his band (Cherry Vynil), but he has so much soul. He was amazing and the crowd loved him too. Apparently him and John Mayer are quite tight and they email each other and stuff. I did say apparently 🙂

Of course me being the stalker/groupie-like/connector that I am, I made sure I hooked up with the artists, the young lady had left but I got some info about the all da peeps who performed, so you BEST believe I will summarize the info for you nicely.

Firstly, Monday nights are acoustic nights at Purple Turtle.

See link here –> https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=268096696556026

Secondly one of the organizers and main guys there is Wikus (with a W) de Lange. Now this guy is ‘Mr Talented and Mr Sweet’ all in one package. He also plays and sings!!!! And he is doing big things. Again, no lies. Here is the link to his FB page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wikus-de-Lange-Artist/104701059406. Have a listen to his tracks etc…

Josh Riley… mmmmmmm…. Watch this space! Add him on FB. I know you want to.

Yanick Bathfield, as previously mentioned is from a band called 7th Son. ‘Like’ their page on FB:  https://www.facebook.com/7thsonband?ref=ts

And for those who don’t know, they will be playing at SYNERGY!!!

What is Synergy? Between the sun and the stars, between the city and the winelands, between live and electronic. Synergy Live, South Africa’s legendary music & lifestyle festival, returns to the rural beauty of the Boschendal Wine Estate in the heart of the Franschhoek wine lands, from November 25 to 27. Link: https://www.facebook.com/Synergylive?ref=ts&sk=info

Vickus Horne– Band manager/ Front man (As stated by the sexy business card I got last night). Here is their FB page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherry-Vynil/43896955275?sk=info. I’m sorry but I think the band name is just so sexy. Cherry Vynil… Cherry Vynil. OK, once more, Cherry Vynil.

Epic Monday night at Purple Turtle. 🙂 Quiet Tuesday blogging about it. And yeah, I’m still humming really awkward songs in my head.

Sigh. It’s all about the music. It’s all about the vibes, good, good vibrations…

Good Night All!

Miss Y

P.S Oh an I’m joking about the groupie thing. They were all the friends of Josh and Yanick there to support them. It would have been soooo cool if they were groupies though. Soon. Josh is too hot not to have a groupie.  Just stating the obvious.

And yes I need a real camera to take pictures. Sponsors? Anyone?

*crickets*