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Brenda Fassie’s Hologram

At the weekend I saw a dead legend for the first time and once more for others performing in front of my eyes, Brenda Fassie.

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A mix of overwhelming emotions overcame me, terrified, excited, and any kind of emotion you can think of if you unsure about how you feel about what is going on.

Maybe think of seeing a ghost, a good one… alright let’s say an ancestor. They’ve been dead for almost a decade and now they are standing right in front of your eyes doing what they did best, entertain crowds.

When I went to the Hansa Pilsner Festival of Legends, I, like the rest of the crowd there, were looking forward to the hologram. I guess most of the other performances were good – I only managed to attend the TKZee, DJ Kent, Zakes Bantwini, Hotstix Mabuse, Lebo Mathosa Tribute and the one we’ve all been waiting for, Brenda’s hologram with son Bongani.

Truth be told the Lebo Tribute had to be ten times better than that for it to be awful. I don’t know why Zaki Ibrahim’s business in acting as Lebo. She nearly ruined Lebo for me.

Like it or not Kelly Khumalo is boss. She was great with those Brenda songs but I just didn’t appreciate the remixes.

I almost felt sorry for Spoek Mathambo and Zaki Ibrahim who performed in front of a crowd that misunderstood them. It was like having Madonna in Jill Scott’s show.

After the hologram I imaged how Bongani reacted when he first saw the hologram. I would have never blamed him if he would have crumbled on stage, or maybe if it were me I would have.

Since we’ve not quite succeeded in the cloning department, we sure are making waves with this hologram technology. Like phones and technology in general it will sure look more real in years to come.

But considering the fact that it’s one of a very few already done in the world, this hologram wasn’t bad. To be frank, I thought it was going to look more real – Brenda not just standing and dancing on one spot but rather be next to her son.Or something like they did with Tupac – make it look as though he’s standing next to not behind.

She was supposed to be all over the stage but then again that was just my imagination and soon enough it will be like that.

Please allow me to leave out the politics of the hologram looking nothing like the intended artist because it was done in good faith. We all agree that Ma Brrr ke bosso.

Channel O Music Video Awards 2012

The Channel O Music Video Awards were quite interesting. It was a great production from where I was sitting despite always being by the autocue screen almost all the time I go to live shows.

Well that’s little to complain about as Khanyi Mbau had much more problems than I did. She was treating like the rest of us…had to stand in line for the food (which she didn’t)…had no one fussing over her (except for those stupid 3 white girls). I wanted to slap them when I saw them surrounding her asking whatever stupid questions they were asking.

Another issue was the unevenness of the floor as one walks to the venue. Well that’s not from me but the ladies who were in high heels.

My complaint…I have none. I only feel bad about not knowing other African artists including the DBanj Diva who had body guard. I found myself wondering for a why, for a who?

If that bodybuilder who was with Mandoza is also a body guard, I would be at distance from Mandoza because I’m scared of him but because I’m disgusted by this physique. There’s looking after your body and there’s spoiling your body.

Another thing I wondered was when Dj Zinhle came to play her song. What the hell are DJs doing on the turn table when they are playing especially their one song? You see them pressing, turning and setting buttons but the track sounds exactly as is in the album. That’s a topic for another day.

Whilst on performances, one could not help but notice how entertaining Dr Malinga is with his ballet moves and throwing his legs around like a cartoon character.

I wonder what killed Kwaito if people go so crazy whenever an old song is on or a has been artist is performing making people nostalgic of a time “when Kwaito was Kwaito”. How come no one is making a music so appreciated more than wine or whisky?

You probably thinking Kwaito is not dead…yeah right!

Oskido was honoured with a Lifetime Achievement Award but what seem to be a lifetime achieve was for his wife to finally manage to put the guy into a suit. Good for you Oskido.

I must give a thumbs up to the organisers, everything from registration, parking, drinks (except for the food) and shuttles back to the parking was a smooth ride.

Read rubbish, it’s ok

No matter how educated one can be, there’re just things they would lack and that’s a fact. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that it’s pointless being educated – in fact I am of the school of thought people should be forced to learn. Those who don’t school be considered breaking the law. Well that is not the point of this entry.

Our backgrounds are such shackles on our feet it’s hard to move on. Our environments influence us such that – for the sake of lacking a better word – we “lose” ourselves. Well I don’t believe the latter because of various reasons. This brings me to what I have in mind which was a thought triggered by a conversation with colleagues the other day. It just proved how ignorant we could be at times, it’s sad.

One would think only the uneducated are ignorant but it’s everyone. We were talking about magazines and the purpose they serve. We all have our own preferred choice over others and it’s next to impossible that we all like the same thing. This makes others think they are better than others. You would know this by the stigma associated with the Daily Sun. It is the biggest daily seller in this country but people still believe it’s full of “rubbish”.

Well that is rubbish. The paper speaks to its people and they understand it just like Mail & Guardian to its readers. Whether it’s People mag, Move! , True Love, Destiny or whatever tickles your fancy it’s what speaks to you. I think it’s purely insanity for one just because they read Times mag, Sunday Times, Finweek or Financial Mail would think others who don’t are reading rubbish. From this day on I will read the “rubbish” in the streets of Sandton wearing a tailored suit. I think that would make a great ad.

We – I include myself because I was there and had once felt the way they do – were ignorant of the simplest of fact, people are different and so would their choices. As much as we were different at that table and even though we read almost the same things, we interested by different things within the choice we make.