You’d have to be living under a rock to have missed the fact that stalwarts of the local music scene, the Springbok Nude Girls, released their long-awaited latest album, Partypocalypse, earlier this month. It’s quite something for a band to still be releasing music after 27 years – and when that music is still able to capture the hearts of their from-the-beginning fans, that’s even more impressive.
For a band like the Springbok Nude Girls, who arguably became the sound of a generation of South Africans, the weight of expectation must be almost unbearable. How do you live up to that kind of reputation? Even as a fan, it’s a little nervy.
At midnight tonight, South Africa will have been in lockdown for exactly a year. And what a year it’s been. In the last 365 days, I think it’s safe to say we have seen both the best and worst in people. We have lost an inordinate amount, but we have gained some things too.
When South Africa won the Rugby World Cup last year, I probably should have written something about what it meant to me. But the thing is, I just wasn’t ready yet. It was too much. I was too overwhelmed, too full of joy, and I didn’t really know how to put it into words. And then I got really sick two days after the final (turns out weeks and weeks of nausea was not in fact RWC-induced nerves, but actually a serious bacterial stomach infection that finally saw me collapsing in the car park at work and having to spend the day in hospital…go figure). So, it just didn’t happen.
On Wednesday night, I was one of the fortunate few who attended the premiere of BLVD HVNNY’s new music video, Nocturnes, and first live performance. The intimate event took place at The Bioscope, recently relocated to 44 Stanley, and it was the perfect setting for what turned out to be a truly magical evening.
It’s been a while, I know. I mean, there’s not really that
much to say…it’s pretty much the same old routine every day at this point. But yesterday
I decided to take a random day’s leave, just because I’m essentially on the
brink of burnout, so I figured a long weekend might do me some good.
Last week, I wrote about my lockdown essential items, and
promised to write about the – often less tangible – things I am grateful for.
When you consider that if lockdown had ended when it was originally supposed
to, it would have been over for a few days already, I can imagine that there
are some people really struggling out there, and as cheesy as it sounds,
reflecting on the things you have to be grateful for can help.
Last night, the president announced that the national lockdown would be extended for another two weeks. To be honest, I was expecting an extension to be announced at some point this week and I actually expected it to be for more than two weeks. I know there are some who are heaping criticism on Ramaphosa right now, because lockdown is most harsh on those who have the least and live in the worst conditions, but I think the reality we have to face is that those are the same people who would suffer the most if this virus really took hold in South Africa. I stay home for the people who don’t have access to decent sanitation and proper healthcare. He has the weight of a nation on his shoulders right now, and personally, I think our president has been doing a sterling job thus far.
Yesterday was the first time I’ve really felt quite sad
about not being able to go out. Friends and I were supposed to be going to the
stadium to watch the Sharks play the Lions, but obviously that couldn’t happen.
I watched an old game on TV instead, but still, it’s not quite the same.
It’s taken me a little longer than I planned to write
another post, not because nothing has been going on, but because too much has
been going on! All you people talking about being bored, or about how we should
all be doing fitness challenges, or learning a new skill, or baking up a storm,
or even reading more during lockdown, please know that some of us don’t have
more time on our hands, we have even less than usual!
So, starting just before 10am this morning, SuperSport 2 was
an absolute feast of World Cup rugby – the full 1995 and 2007 finals, followed by
the highlights of all the Springboks’ games in the 2019 RWC, and the full 2019
final is about to start. Let’s face it, even if I was allowed to leave the
house, I wouldn’t have. (It also means I sang the anthem a few times today…probably
a good thing that I live alone!)