(South Africa Film Award) for
….but a Cape Town jazz band.Funky, slick, youthful savvy, oozing a wildness,
and punctuated by impromptu outbursts that Kes calls “nunga”
…..to shatter the perception of jazz being performed for the old,
infirm, BEE businessman in Katzy’s,
I can’t name them all forgive me….and many came years after my time.
Back then, it was dead on Tuesdays.Two people staring morosely into their “fusion soup”, waiting to hit the clubs after supper.Bad tinny house that the coke’d up waitresses bopped around to.
But with the Restless Natives slotted into the courtyard
….alongside the ancient olive tree, dirty pillows, and people pushing
past to the loo – the bar slowly started to fill up.
A few months in….. it had became crushing, hot, noisy, hyped “must do on a Tuesday”.Packed with a good mix of the hot & haughty of CT and the rough and tumble of the wanna-be underground (and throw in a good dose of Cape Town’s serious music afciandos).
To all the people who made Tuesday their weekly venture (and help pay the musicians bills while many slaved blood tears to do their own creative albums
and create amazing bands like “Closet Snare” and “Babu”)…..well done!!!