Not a rugby post, but I'm sure you lot won't mind. Johnny Clegg died of pancreatic cancer today. Some here probably didn't like him, but for me he summed up all that South Africa could have been. The end of the ultimate South African institution.
BLUE, I don't care about the people who didn't like him...why didn't they?
Pancreatic cancer is terrible and a swift, painfull killer...Patri c Swayze...and a frien of mine's dad.
RIP Impi!!
RIP. The White Zulu
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Clegg made sure he remained the (white) frontman in a quasi-indigenous musical genre intended for a European audience. His lukewarm emulation of African music gained very little commercial traction in the black communities.
To his credit he supported pre-transformation movements and organisations such as the UDF to which he reportedly donated small sums of money whilst underpaying his fellow black musicians.
So hats off to Clegg . If it wasn't for you we wouldn't have had the glorious NSA/Rainbow nation of today.
Ndaba ... F.U. Save your unsubstantiated rant for another day.
A very painful way to go.
Takes me back to my days at Rhodes.
We had some crazy beach parties playing his music ... most of which I don't remember much of.
The world's talent is leaving in droves.
Very sad loss.
Dave, he probably means Rhodes Memorial, Cape Town.
Clegg was shrewd enough to see he could turn white sentimentality into $$$. The starry eyed were ripe for a physical symbol of how 'integrated' and 'emancipated ' the NSA truly is, and pay for it handsomely. Clegg satisfied this need and cashed in. His poor emulation of blackness extended into white assimilation of African hairstyles, clothing, transracial adoption, and chewing on hoenerpote in Soweto to prove just how real the liberation from the past is. It's all self-effacing superficiality to me, and much like Clegg gained no commercial traction in the black community, these droll and transparently manipulative practices leave me uninspired.
@ Sharkbok. Greetings from a moist Llanberis. I see you have at least the presence of mind not to misspell your alias like 'Blobbok', which I assume is really meant to be 'Bloubok'. No. I am in favour of survival of the fittest, unfurling in SA as we speak (viva J). Donald doesn't have the balls. He's just another pom-pom American (Putin knows it too).
Dave ... yes I did ... I studied fine art.
It was a crazy, wonderful time.
Why? Were you there?
Jawellnofine
but, but, but ... I thought you liked the "limp-wristed mincers" ... ??
CC you should see poor rooibozo in his pink pussy hat!!!!!! And pink tights!
As far as I know ... pink is the new black ... so I guess Redneck's just trying to be trendy ... but a pussy hat and tights?
It would explain his love of the "limp-wristed mincers" ...
The poor dear's been in a state of flux the last while.
He's even reading the Bible. I wouldn't give up hope on the lad just yet ... in fact I can see him standing on a corner delivering fire and brimstone messages to those passing by.
He's just terribly misunderstood.
One by one . . .
"He knows that a universe cant create itself out of nothing."
Correct. I have never once in my entire life ever thought or stated that the universe created itself out of nothing.
"He knows that the information encoded on DNA cant just have happened etc"
Incorrect. How it might have happened is up for debate but it did happen . . . unless of course you don't believe in DNA or think that there's no genetic information within DNA.
"and that his absurd darwinism is dead much as he splutters and drivels on to the contrary."
Incorrect. The theory of Evolution is pretty much accepted by scientists. If you believe you have disproved it, then may I suggest that you write your proof down, have it peer-reviewed and claim your Nobel Prize.
"He is internally at war with himself"
Incorrect. On the contrary, I don't know many people who are as comfortable with their beliefs as I am.
"while trying to put on a brave atheist face."
Incorrect. I may be an atheist but it's not how I identify myself. Being an atheist is not what defines me. I might assume the face of a husband, a father or a grandfather because I feel those are the things that define me as a person and the characteristics I identify with. The fact that I don't believe in your Big Book of Fairytales has never determined the kind of face I put on.
So that's 1 out of 5 Baboon-ou. Some may not realize it but that is actually excellent progress. Keep it up!
Wow ... we're practically brothers.
I lived in Port Alfred and did my matric there ... went on to 6 SAI after school ... did my basics there ... and then completed my Fine Arts degree in 87.
The Vic ... that sure brings back some awesome memories. It was always packed over the weekend with students. The students brought life to that little town. Grahamstown slowed down to a crawl over the holidays and came back to life when the students returned.
Damn ... those were good days.
I can only imagine what's become of Grahamstown.
Haven't been back for 30 year.
Both of you are missing nothing at all
Grahamstown is nothing compared to what it was between 86 - 98
As for Port Alfred...…… Eish
The incredibly stupid things we do when we are young...…….
Port Alfred was and still is a pretty awesome place
Back in those days, I think the place was called Barnacles...…. somewhere on or by the marina.
Boy did we have a blast there...…… then one night I walked the arch after a few ales ...….stupid
Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaa!!
Yes, I did the same DA. It looks a lot higher when you're up there ... and some how the arch seems a lot narrower.
Madness.
I wonder, do they still light it up over Chtistmas?
Barnacles? Really? Must have been before my time. I was there from 1979 and have always known the place as Port Alfred
My brothers and I used to go down to the jetty on the Kowie river. We'd get there before the seagulls had even farted. Fishermen would return from the ocean with their catch and we'd have our pick of the lot.
What a magical place. What a magical time. Young and free with not a care in the world. I would love to retire there.
My dad bought a 4 bedroom house right cross from the school for R18K I told him that he was mad selling the place.
"Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaa!!
Yes, I did the same DA. It looks a lot higher when you're up there ... and some how the arch seems a lot narrower."
LMAO, isn't it amazing that the higher you got on that arch, it was in direct proportion to how much narrower that arch looked
I should have been more clear, apologies.....Barnacles was the name of the pub where we used to hang out, and where I had those ales, it was down by the marina I think, it was that name or it was Buckaneers or something similar to that. The pub had the pole inside that you could climb all the way up to the inside of the roof and then shimmy back down...… which didn't always work, since my buddy broke his ankle coming back down that pipe the one night.
When I saw that arch the next morning after my stupidity, only then did I realize how high and far it was.... LMAO.... at that age most people think they are invincible
Sheeeesh, those definitely were the days...….. I also remember sleeping in my car every year at the Grahamstown festival, when it was so freezing cold, you absolutely dreaded getting out of your car, at 2am, to go for a leak.
Went to the Vic many times..... man, that place rocked something wicked.
Down by the jetty on the river, we use to do the Kowie trail, which was the 22km canoe trip up the river to the cabins, then back the next day...….. hell man...… great times indeed
I never did any canoeing ... but a lot of water skiing ... and then the mandatory braai on the bank some 10 clicks up the river with not a soul in sight.
And the babes that arrived over the holidays ... all in a holiday mood ... aye caramba!!! Just the thought of it gets my pelvis moving. lol!!!
Could it have been the Langdon Hotel? It was right across the road from the Kowie river ... perhaps a km up from the bridge?
Any way, I used to frequent that place. It was as busy as the Vic over the holidays.
I remember my youngest brother fishing on the river bank for the first time. He got so excited when he got his first bite, that he yanked that rod so hard, and ended up with the smallest fish you can imagine dangling from the hook in a tree behind him.
He still has the photo.
LOL, it certainly was the good old times...….
I would constantly spend my weekends going between Port Alfred, Grahamstown, down to Seavale or Christmas Rock, and Kaisers Beach...….
That was the life, nothing but fun, sun, and of course those babes...…..
I learnt to water ski on the Nahoon dam near East London, and I proudly got up and stayed up with my first attempt, although it felt like my arms were being pulled from their sockets when that boat accelerated.
Then, after some confidence I attempted to cross the wake of the boat.... and nailed it.
This is bringing back some fantastic life changing memories...…
It was definitely not the Langdon Hotel…...this place was definitely a pub by the marina, I just cannot remember the name
Great story about your brother, and to still have that photo must be classic......
Sucks to get old..
It's almost as if you lose a bit of yourself. The Mr Cut that was, somehow seems lesser today ... even with all the material gain.
I thought my wife was having an affair the other day. I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger looking back at me.
Hell of a thing when you see the rot taking hold.
Yes I remember the Marina. Yachts and power boats were always scattered all over the place.
It was used on Friday nights as the local movie house back in the day. Never frequented the pub there ... for some reason. To be honest, I never even knew there was a pub there.
