Yes, you read correctly: Bittereinder does Aandklas
Now, if you know any of the words in that phrase other than “does” you are most probably a Pretorian and raised with proper taste in music (go thank your parents now).
If you know all three of those words, you find yourself part of less than 1% of human population (which is pretty much the case when you are South African, but that’s beside the point).
You are the exception!
Getting to the gig, we were greeted by an unusually empty Aandklas (everyone was on the deck at the back having some pre-drinks and getting ready to rock out with the Grind Radio people). All the tables had been moved away and the stage put to good use, having all of Bittereinder’s gear already set up.
After a couple of intense games of foose and lots of brandy (I blame the cute promo girl for my hangover), we headed to the newly created concert area where we were entertained by the awesome beat boxing talents of Aandklas manager Jodi, who has the magical ability of making even the South African anthem sound really, really cool!
When Bittereinder took the stage, it was quite difficult to find a comfortable place to stand, so we opted for our favourite spot in Aandklas: a tabletop.
Having found our spot at the top of the world and fending off all would-be intruders, we had the perfect view of the stage, with only Louis being a bit obscured from our vision by the pole that Jaco clung to so religiously throughout the show.
Then the bass dropped.
In true Bittereinder style, the boys nearly blew out my eardrums and the bra’s off the girls in the front row (though, I think that might have been more of a voluntary action from the girls’ side).
Now I myself, being not-too-sober of thought by this time, could miraculously still keep my footing on said tabletop and rock out to the sound that we as Pretorians have come to know and love as OURS.
We claim Bittereinder as our own, as they have claimed Snor City as theirs. Admittedly, I do not know all of their songs off by heart, but there is still something special that happens every time you hear the words “Pretoria in my Hart”.
Bittereinder has a way of making you move, no matter who you are or how kak a day you had.
When you hear their sound you cannot help but get either a retarded grin on your face or belt it out with them. We all know how to spell it *B I to-the-double T E R…* and we are all more than willing to put our hands up like we’re deurmekaar.
All good things must however come to an end, and this show in particular felt as though it was over way too soon (probably due to an alcohol-induced time lapse). In this time, however, I had managed to lose track of the friends I went with, chat up a girl, make new friends, piss said girl off and run into friends that I haven’t seen in almost two years.
All in all another magical Knight Out at Aandklas, with the soundtrack supplied by one of the Capital’s greatest exports.
*All pictures in this post by Henno Kruger*
I do apologize for taking so long to write this piece, but I have been extremely busy on other adventures, all of which will also be featured here. Keep an eye open for my next post, where I will be talking about other Kings, police cars and quiz nights.
EDIT: This is the final prove himself post for Michael King. After this, he will be an official content contributor on Baas de Beer’s Blog. – Baas de Beer
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