I never get to go to live shows. They are a drag. A rowdy crowd, extremely loud music, long bar queues plus boring artists. Most of you might argue with me for the last reason but trust me, there are some trashy-ass artists out there. These are the guys who live off the hype they get from posters and radio interviews. I could sing better than them. If I had the voice!
I still feel like I was fleeced last Friday. After getting my hard earned money (mind you I break my back every day) I cleaned myself up, save from my cracked palms, cement is cruel. Me and my crew got into town early and after 3 Count Pushkin Vodka bottles were we ready for this Sendekera nonsense Jah Prayzah was on about. One of my workmates who has DSTV at his house had told me that the music video was being played on rotation on Channel O and Trace. I wanted to be there. To be part of history, as these collaborators performed the track for the first time together in Zim.
I wasn’t planning on buying anymore alcohol inside. Doro remuSheraton? I don’t have that kind of money. The whole setup was a bit peculiar. When we got there, these guys were selling tickets from Kombi’s! Shady or not I just did not get a good feeling. I have to be very honest with you, I do not like Jah Prayzah at all and I went there for the hype only. I do not care about who else performed that night. I’m more concerned about how the police presence was minimal. How someone lit a blunt in an enclosed venue space and wasn’t chucked out. After all I had paid a good 10 Bond to get in this very nice place called the Harare International Conference Centre, and this ghetto youth wanted to really feel that he had gotten his money’s worth.
I’m also extremely concerned about Mafikizolo. These pompous ass, light-skinned relatives of mine from across the Limpopo came with a whole band plus back up dancers, flying for over 1000kms just to lip sync to a crowd of over 7 000 people. The guts, the disrespect. WTF! I did not break my back all month long so that someone from across the border will get paid for running around the stage mumbling into a dead microphone! These motherfuckers did not just get money for that!? I’m pissed. I want an audience with Jah Prayzah. I want my ten Castle Lagers back. They even failed to perform the track I came for, well. Such fuckery!
