My CokeFest 2008 Pictures

…and my mini review will follow on this blog a little later today once my recovery is at least semi complete.

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Now. Back to bed and dreams of Matt Bellamy.
(Not like that – get your minds out of the gutter)

EDIT: Now you can look at the pictures and read the review.

My Cokefest approaches

The Cape Town concert is now just over a week away and the natives are twitching with mounting anticipation. To add to the excitement, the organisers have released a seven page gig guide full of facts and figures relating to the concert.

You can view and download the My CokeFest 2008 Gig Guide here.

Muse Live
Matt Bellamy brazenly attempts to steal artwork from secure gallery

Amongst other bits of information, it reveals that Muse will be the penultimate act of the night, before handing the stage to headliners KORN, at which point we can all head Sheffield wendy fan-like early towards the car parks. (Unless they promise to do Freak On A Leash, obviously)…

Interestingly, the organisers have gone out of their way to accentuate the environmental attributes of the concerts, one of which is:

The compost derived from the organic refuse will be used to plant more than 400 fruit trees at disadvantaged schools to offset the carbon emissions generated from the concerts.

Which sounds just great until you read that:

200 international guests flew approximately 2.5 million airmiles en route to South Africa.

Which (assuming carbon emissions of 0.177kg/mile for long haul flights), I calculate has generated about 443 tonnes of carbon dioxide.
Therefore, each fruit tree has to offset about 1.1 tonnes of CO2.
That’s going to be hard work for your average newly planted fruit tree, since according to erasecarbonfootprint.com:

6 twenty-five year old pine trees absorb 1 tonne of CO2

Seriously mycokefest, if you’re going to make an effort, at least make it a decent effort. That’s pathetic!
(But thanks for bringing Muse over to SA).

See you next Monday.

Shakira Drowned

I’ve always admired Shakira. Anyone who can come out with the lines

Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don’t confuse them with mountains
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother

and manage to keep a straight face deserves some modicum of respect.
Especially if you’ve seen her mum’s legs.

However, as VH1 played her 2005 hit La Tortura this morning, my son decided that it was time to play with his latest favourite toy: the vacuum cleaner. Thus, with 1400W of Hoover belting away barely 2 feet in front of the telly drowning out her vocal efforts, I was treated to a solely visual performance of the La Tortura video, during which Ms Shakira spills a fair amount of oil over herself (something she probably couldn’t afford to do these days), chops some onions up for a nice casserole and demonstrates the six principles of pilates. Several times over.

I advise you to watch the following video with the sound muted. If you’re from New Zealand, you will particularly appreciate the moment at around 2:17 when she starts doing the Haka.
If you’re from anywhere else, there are still several other humble mountain moments to admire.

Bugger. My wife’s home. You ain’t seen me, right?

More diary entries please

Actually, there wasn’t a “please”.

I may be 34 years old, but despite my distance (both physical and chronological) from the family nest, the voice of my mum (now often experienced via email) still carries that air of authority. Apparently, there aren’t enough “diary entries” on 6000 miles… Nor should I be drinking beer during Lent. This despite the fact that both my mother and I are committed atheists and drunkards.

So. Diary entries.
Well, this evening, we attended the Summer Sunset Concert at Kirstenbosch Gardens under threatening, but lenient skies. Arno Carstens was performing, and any South African will tell you that you can’t miss Arno.
Once again, he performed some of his great music and totally failed to connect with the audience. Except for that expletive when he got a blast of feedback, which sent several old people home in disgust. Probably mostly retired mixing desk technicians.

I’ve uploaded a few pics from the concert. I’ve got to be honest: once again, it was primarily about the people watching and less about the music. Don’t get me wrong – the music was excellent – but the opportunity to gaze at and comment upon the population of Cape Town’s southern suburbs is not one that can easily be passed up.

   
Click for bigger versions of each pic

First up, we have a lady who we know, but we don’t. Yes, that friend of a friend thing strikes again. If the wife wasn’t pregnant and had a brain consisting mainly of freshly boiled porridge oats and if I hadn’t had a skinful of Castle Milk Stout, we would remember you. Sorry. I feel that I should offer some sort of reward for your name. I’m thinking “Dave”, but that just doesn’t sound right.

Secondly, an aggravating old bloke who wanted to stalk watch Arno with binoculars the whole time. Creepy. He kept getting irritated with people for standing up and blocking his perving.
Fancy. Standing up at a music concert. Whatever next?
His lady* friend went on to ignore the no smoking signs and exhaled her fumes all over my pregnant wife. Bitch.

Lastly, a shot of Arno on stage, doing his thing. I may have got a bit of my beer bottle in shot. Sorry about that. Photography isn’t my strong point. Drinking is though and one out of two ain’t bad.

So, Mum; I hope this pacifies you a little. I sat next to a really iritating bloke and his filthy missus just so that I had some stuff to tell the world about.
It was worth it though: as I lay back with my 5th bottle of beer and gazed up at the lack of mountain, Arno did his best to sum it all up:

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
It is heaven on earth

Well, Arno – perhaps for you.
Personally, I was missing the naked dancing girls, the masseuse, a Debonairs pizza and some sunshine.
I guess you just set your standards a little lower than I do.
I’m surprised. You always struck me as the naked dancing girl type as well.

* It might have been female, anyway.

Equine sign

In the week that Canadian diva, Celine “Ole Horse Face” Dion arrived in Cape Town to perform two concerts at Vergelegen Wine Estate as part of her Taking Chances tour , the Western Province Horse Society chose to release the following reminder to horse owners across the province:

African Horse Sickness
Link

Coincidence? I think not.

If only Canada had enforced some sort of export ban, we’d be feeling a lot happier in Cape Town right now.

I’m sure that I’m not alone in this city as I pray for hoarse of a different kind.
Won’t somebody please think of the children?