All people are idiots…

1 Sep youare
“All people are idiots, until they prove themselves not to be”Baas de Beer
 
durakYou will hear me repeat this phrase, quite often.
If you need any proof, simply take a look at any medium-and-up size event on Facebook.
I just did.
 
Details are on the event itself, as well as in the description, and on the graphics (event header & poster)
About 75% of the comments are questions relating to date, time, venue… seriously, you lazy bastards, read.
I take that back, it’s not that you’re lazy. You physically had to open the event, and scroll past the details to ask about the details. You are just plain stupid.
FFS.
 
Stupid-Progressive-IdiotsI can still understand that if the event was set up by an idiot, one of these details might be missing. However, this specific event was set up perfectly. Everything was where it should be.
There are millions of other reasons why it is obvious that humanity’s demise will be stupidity, just open your eyes and look around you. What do you see? Tell me…
 
So what’s the moral of this story?
Prove yourself to not be an idiot. Don’t do it for me, or for anyone else. But do it for yourself.
THINK before you speak. The all too uncommon common sense is your friend.
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Dear Cape Town, do yourself a favour…

21 Aug Blood Brothers - Ten

Hi Cape Town

Firstly, let me apologise for not visiting more. I do still love you, it’s just that I am busy and well, you know… Trust me, it’s not you, it’s me. I promise to visit as soon as I can.

In the meantime, I have some good news for you!

When in Cape Town… Take pictures :)

A photo posted by Christo Baas de Beer (@baasdebeer) on

A few weeks ago, I attended Blood Brothers up here in the Corrupted States of Gauteng. Man, what an awesome experience. Seriously, if I tell you that it was one of the most amazing, most magical musical experiences I have ever had, I would not be exaggerating. Everything was awesome. From the tequila we had on the bus going to the show, straight through to the reminiscence on the way home. The exquisite selection of world class musicians was complimented by a professionally managed event that looked great. The stage was not just a functional platform, built for the upliftment of the featured entertainment. It was PART of the show. It moved, it grooved and it looked damn sexy.

Blood BrothersThe songs. Oh, the songs my dear Cape Town… You have no idea how awesome the songs were. Reading the set-list will only serve to let you know what songs were played. Nothing, however, can prepare a mere mortal for the audio-visual brilliance that is Blood Brothers.

After the show I had 3 wishes:

  1. My bed. I was broken. Was it the headbanging? The copious amounts of Jose Cuervo’s golden goodness? The sheer emotional exhaustion after beign taken on a musical journey so profound, that even now I can’t explain it? Well, yes. Also, I was tired.
  2. I wished to see the show again. Sadly, this does not seem to be possible, for me at least. So, moving along swiftly…
  3. I really wished that more people could see the show. And guess what… my wish came true! YOU can see it, right there in the town with the flat mountain on the 23rd of September 2015. You lucky bastards…

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So my dear Cape Town, do yourself a favour, and make sure you send all your citizens to watch this life changing show…

Aweh

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I lost a friend at Oppikoppi

11 Aug Oppikoppi 2015

Before I write any post-Koppi band reviews, share any camp stories or post any pics, I need to get this emotional burden off my chest.

I have lost a friend. A companion that has not only been with me for so many years, but one that really saved my ass on several occasions.

Oppikoppi 2011You have been with me to my very first Oppikoppi Festival​ in 2011, and each one since.
Now this might not seem like a big deal, but to those who know how tough Koppi can be, will understand how impressive this is. But it wasn’t just in the dust where you supported me.

One RAMfest​ (sorry about the others you missed, but you only seemed to enjoy camping) proved that you weren’t scared off by little knee deep mud and torrential rain. You came with me to Mieliepop Festival​, twice. Apparently the cold never bothered you anyway. The same number of times you accompanied me to STRAB​ in Mozambique (sorry for this year, I couldn’t arrange transport for you). When I needed you, you joined me at Park Acoustics. Two Otterlake Easter Festival​ experiences proved that you have a charitable side too.
Mieliepop 2014 - Photo by Henno KrugerSpeaking of charity, you never seemed to mind when people used you. Even if I didn’t know them from a bar of soap. You always made it your mission to make sure visitors to our camp sites had a comfortable stay.

Ramfest 2014 - Photo by Henno KrugerYou shared in so many camp fire stories, random drunken moments and way too many rounds of our beloved game, Kings. Whether it was at a music festival or a braai at my place, you never folded under the pressure of dealing with my social dealings.
You’ve been in my life for longer than all my serious relationships put together, and supported me even more than the same.

Thanks for the memories, I will miss you, my dear green Campmaster chair.

Otterlake 2014 - Photo by Henno Kruger

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