Nights Of RaMdomness!

So I had a standing arrangement with Vie to attend Noodlebox Cinema at The Bioscope...we were both excited for it - I mean, noodles and an old school romance - who's really gonna say no? Luckily, Zaki also happened to be in town so Vie recruited her too. Yay. We were good to go! Except that Vie and I were late. By the time we arrived, Zaki was inside the cinema with her box of noodles watching a 1960's Chinese romance. The douche in charge wouldn't let us in because it was too ful- and he refused to allow us to sit on the floor (as if that would somehow fuck up the other guests' experience). "That's not what we're trying to do here", is what he kept on saying. What a square.
Anyway, so this other dude basically just invited us into the private party that was happening next door at Malva- which by the way, is a delightful venue filled with clothes and some nice decor - both of which I think are for sale. Not sure about the clothes- didn't get a chance to look around. Anyway, so it was an open bar and they had some really nice finger food. Now, usually I don't do this, but I went IN on the finger foods cos I didn't have dinner (remember, I was meant to have noodles at the cinema). That food was the goodness! And silly me, I forgot to find out who catered. At this point, I still didn't know what the event was about. AND THEN Nonku put me on the spot on camera, asking what I was doing there. I'm usually great at avoiding cameras (used to being the one WITH the camera), but she ambushed me She didn't seem impressed with my honest answer (I thought the sheer randomness that brought me to the party was cool). Turns out it was the album launch for a Gallo artist called Liz Ogumbo. Sigh. She was bad. No. TERRIBLE. Besides singing about big asses in blue jeans, she had these weird dancers that sashayed onto the stage mid-performance doing this hip gyration move. Her songs weren't all that. Judging by the nice launch they gave her, amsho Gallo feels they have their entry into the "emerging urban African market". This shit grated me intensely. She's a model, business person and artist. Ja. O montle. O motelle. O mosesane. So she gets the deal and attention. The white guys were loving her. Of course. Anyway, good for her, I hope she rides it til the wheels fall off, but I wish other talent got that kind of record label love. Real talent.

Anyway, the best part of the evening was when circumstance led us to Radium Beer Hall. Shit like this reminds me that Joburg is a great city, and you just have to choose which side of the real cool you wanna be on. These two ancient men were playing some good ass blues music - and the obese white guy entertaining the skinny coloured girl kept on saying it's Boeremusiek and we were like ummm no, it's black people music...anywho, that war might rage on for a long ass time to come. The one dude was strumming the shit out of a tin-like guitar - and Vie pointed out that they look like grown up Wayne and Garth. We giggled like hell when we realised one of the dudes' names was actually Wayne! Except older Garth's hair was completely thinning our, leaving his little fringe really little. What an awesome night.

Oh, we also bumped into Wandi and Scottness there - who tried to get us to come out, but we were STRONG and didn't succumb to any kind of FOMO.