ROUND 'N ABOUT

Disco Scene Director, Stuart Dawes, Presenter Martin Locke and Producer, Tony de Villiers, toasting their recent reunion in Cape Town after 40 years.

RHODESIAN BRAAI JULY 2010 (Added 26/08/2010)

 Are we there yet???   A commonly used phase usually used by bored children going on a long journey or somewhere really exciting that they cant wait except in this instance the question was being asked an impatient 50 year old. Me.

365 days have passed and the day we had all been waited for had finally come, 23 July 2010.   Bags packed, check list checked and rechecked, tents, you name we had it, for just in case.

It was to be the start of another great and much anticipated weekend a gathering of people scattered in all corners of England from that very far away beloved country we called home, our beautiful Rhodesia.  An Indaba, a big one and a happy one.  All the Baases and Madams and their picanninies.

After nearly 4 hours of uneventful travelling from the north in Newcastle we finally arrived at Beechwood Park Derby. We tumbled out the car where we had been confined for 4 hours stiff, thirsty but so geared up with excitement it was uncontainable. We were greeted at the entrance gates by these big familiar smiley faces, huge bear hugs that left you winded for a moment and made to feel we were so important (we know we are but it’s good to get that feeling from someone else) and given our A5 brown envelope that contained our tickets for the weekend.

Mother Nature was smiling down on us and the weather was truly gorgeous and so with the sun shinning in the sky, a cool breeze blowing in our faces we set out to find ourselves a  pozzie in a bushy corner, bushy corners are best for the little visits at night.

Wow, we were  here at last and already a steady hum and drum of chatter was echoing around the camp site , tents going up at alarming rates, laughing children, dogs on the loose, the smells of borewy woofing through ones nostrils getting the taste buds going and stomach juices into major hungry mode. We could not get the tent up fast enough.

Tent completed at last to the best of our ability we set to getting the next most essential thing erected; the braai, soon enough the broewy was sizzling away on our braai filling the air with that unique  mouth watering aroma , in no time the bellies were feed and thirsts quenched with the endless supply of medicinal wine and beer. It was only midmorning.

We lost very little time after that hunting down more familiar faces and there were many, 20 metres in fact away from our camp  our last years comrades in arms pitched their tents and soon we were catching up,  it was like last week that we had seen each, we Rhodies are like that.  A very bad influence over each other but one does need this to boost each other along; by 6pm I have it on good authority that we had downed 6 bottles of wine, but not sure who was sober enough in the camp to even pass the rumour around. Sis on them.

Camping has taken been taken to a new level, there were tents and then there were tents!!  Mansions all pegged up neatly and expertly with all the modern cons of today to make ones stay comfortable, in fact five stars.  15” plasma tv’s and laptops, portable cd players, the gazebos fell into the same category, 10ft with drop sides, gauzed  with discreet flaps for privacy.  I realized how humble our camp site was and took a mental note of this and decided next year we would be “One of Them”, the only down side to that is I would have to break this very gently to Barry preferably not whilst he was behind the steering wheel because by upgrading to this A class would mean upgrading the transport, there is only so much a man can take.

Stalls were set up inside the entertainment tents and business seemed brisk, everywhere you could see the familiar Nicknaks, choco logs, chappies bubblegum, biltong clutched in the hands of the severely deprived Rhodies, Books stalls, badges, magazines and other paraphernalia was on display for sale and an array of groceries and the all time favourite biltong and broewy were selling like hot cakes.

A warm evening soon ascended on the camp site and everywhere braais glowed in the dark and huddled around was the familiar sight of pot bellied men, beers in the hand.  Men seem to gravitate more to a braai like moths to a flame more so than to a modern stove.  Have yet to figure that out.

Later that evening we were entertained in the tents by a well known artist who spent a good part of   his childhood growing up in Harare, David Scobie and his lovely partner Brigitte Rodrigues and they carried us back down memory lane with the all familiar Gypsey Girl and other long time favourite songs we Rhodies knew and grew up on.

We were then treated to another series of sing songs by a band “Those Guys” a band that is close to my heart for many a reason, Joe Roberts, Mark Robinson, Richard Lambert- Porter who flew in from Canada with his lovely wife just for this occasion and of course my beloved husband on drums Barry.  Ohhh the memories flowed, bodies swayed to the beat of beautiful sounds, voices belted out songs to the heavens, and the air was filled with nostalgia.

Whilst the adults did what they do best, drink, mingle and make merry in the tents the children some 1000 meters away were keeping each other company around the camp fires in a group, children are blessed with this amazing ability to make friends instantly and they were in good company.  I talk about children as Robyn had brought a friend along for the trip, she had never camped before and braaied the way we do. I checked up on them often but knew in my heart they were safe and no harm would be come them and they too had a thoroughly good evening, staying up much later then usual with no mums and dads chasing them for bed.

Meanwhile back behind the scenes in the tents a make shift kitchen was doing a thriving business feeding the masses with an endless stream of hot food, keeping the stomachs lined whilst large quantities of alcohol was being consumed. Blotting paper!We rolled into our tents at some ungodly hour in the morning weary, boozed to the hilt but happy.

Saturday brought another lovely sunny day, the birds serenaded us from the tree tops, a cool breeze greeted our weary bodies and again it was braais for breakfast.  In no time the aromas of eggs, onions borewy, bacon and strong coffee began to filter through the camp site.  For some however in the rather delicate state of mind this proved too much. Evidence lay about on the grass as one had to negotiate the non existence paths with a bit of hop scotch when trying to get to the ablution blocks. Rather challenging to say the least.

Some folks were a real sorry sight to behold, wobbly legs headaches of note, shaky hands tussled hair dos, day old growth around the chins.  Only the pet dogs seem to be full of boundless energy and must have thought heck, no walks today what’s up?  Oddly enough these little canine friends were extremely well behaved off their leashes.  Mid morning saw another load of our friends arrive and this time join us in our camp site and tent. Natter, natter natter, the jaws never stopped. Great stuff!!

An unusual form of baptism took place in the small fishing ponds.  A self appointed John the Baptist had decided upon himself to cleanse the evil of his two parishioners “Rhodie” style in the holy waters of Beechwood Park Pond by means of a forklift, the cradle hoisted high above ground level.  John the Baptist gleefully steered them to the waters edge and then unceremoniously lowered and tipped them into the holy waters. Seconds before they were cleansed however they realised that whilst they might come out of this ordeal rejuvenated their modern cons in their pockets would pay the price and a frantic attempt to rescue cell phones, cameras and car keys was made, these delicate items miraculously landed safely on the banks much to the delight of all who came to witness the Baptism.

Saturday night was fancy dress and loads took the time and effort to partake, there were many “servants” running around and this took me back somewhat to my own from home and I found myself wondering with sadness of their plight and realizing just how spoilt I had been.  I said a silent prayer for them, one I know is no longer on this earth, may he rest in peace but his family are still around.  To think that I had entrusted my most precious procession to their care whilst partying away, my daughter Robyn and they in turn treated her like a queen. I do miss them.  I realised what gems I had and had to give up.

Sweet music filled our ears again with David, Brigitte and “Those Guys” and credit must be given to the old boys, they had not played together for 20 years and they played really well.  Just like old times maybe a little slower given the fact they have approached the tender “ 50’s” age group where the memory has a little slip and  services on the body take place more frequently, bit like a MOT. In all honestly they were fantastic…

Again the kids camped around the fires and did their own thing whilst the adults kept the entertainment tents up, booze flowing and singing and dancing to the gods till sadly the licence drew the night to a close.  We fumbled our way back to base at another ungodly hour and flopped into bed, happy, merry and aching.  What a night. Amazingly our built in compasses navigated us all safely back to our tents despite the huge quantities of alcohol consumed and we did not end up sharing a tent with a stranger.

Sunday morning arrived all too soon, and a tinge of sadness filled the air. Time to pack and head home.  Time to say our goodbyes till next time. 

I think time has been good to us, time has allowed us to reflect on our past, make us realise just how privileged we were being raised in that beautiful country Rhodesia, with good grounding from parents and schools that drummed respect into us, something to pass onto the next generation.

All too soon the tents were  down, the cars packed, not quite the same way as the journey up, for some unknown reason we can never pack the same way twice and we had less given the fact we had drank  and eaten everything.  A clear unlittered space with flattened grass where we had spent 72 happy glorious hours was all that remained.

With all our goodbyes said mingled with a few tears and long hugs we headed home North. Tired but our hearts rejuvenated.

Count down to 2011.

On closing this would never had taken place but for the hard dedicated workings of the committee of the Rhodesian Pioneers Club and their staff who masterminded the event.  To them a big thank- you for your relentless and outstanding work.

See you next year.

God bless you all and God bless Rhodesia.

90 MINUTES WITH MIKE WESTCOTT

There can be no doubt that the broadcasting services of Rhodesia, both television and radio, were blessed with an array of vocal talent.  They were hosts and broadcasters whose voices were synonymous with the programmes they presented.  Who can imagine, for instance, Forces Requests’ without the voice of the late Sally Donaldson?  And what of the fine delivery of folk like Sonia Hatten, Tony Adams, Peter Rollason (still untiringly active on the Bulawayo scene), Geoffrey Atkins, Joy Cameron-Dow, Martin Locke, Malcolm Russell, John Bishop, Eric Edwoods, Ken Jackson and Keith Kennedy amongst a host of equally skilled and articulate peers.  And then we have the man who possessed, not only a wonderful voice, but a level of vocal artistry that left us mere mortals mind-boggled!  Such was his talent that he could assume any part or role, often in the same reading, skillfully disguising his voice to the extent that listeners imagined that they were hearing a cast of one, two, three or four actors when, in fact, there was only one!  There doesn’t seem to be any vocal challenge beyond his capabilities.  That man is, of course, Mike Westcott. 

Finding time in his extremely demanding schedule, Mike recently - and very graciously - agreed to share many of his memories and experiences with our readers.  He is, of course, a multi-talented individual whose musical talent has manifested itself on many occasions through the years.  He commenced his high schooling at Churchill High in Salisbury where he soon teamed up with his first band, the FURIES, with household names such as  David “Squeege” Lewis, Nick Gonifas and Sandy Baxter.  Mike was cast in the lead vocalist role.

Subsequent to the FURIES he joined Lee and Johnny Heather in the forerunner of the CHEQUERS where he was replaced, upon his departure, by Jack McGroaty.

Upon leaving high school in 1960, Mike entered the Teachers’ Training College in Bulawayo and it was here that he was to join the band, the PHANTOMS, alongside Grahame Ross, Chris Stone, Alan Wolhuter (Escombe) and Mike London.  They were highly encouraged in their endeavours when they entered a rock band contest and ran second to the highly acclaimed Salisbury band, the DRIFTERS.

Whilst still at TTC, Mike later formed the CHANTELLES in a shared lead vocal role with his close friend of many years, Rick Rickards.  Their twin vocals were perfect for the Beatles’ material they were performing at the time.  The band’s line-up included Pat Ravenor on lead guitar.  Pat hailed from Blantyre in Malawi and, as a result of their friendship, Mike visited Malawi to perform with Pat family’s band, the Ravens.  The band’s residency was at a local club called Flamingo (known colloquially as the Flaming “O”!).  During this time Mike won a talent contest and returned to Rhodesia with his 100-pound prize to buy a Simca van!  This vehicle was to prove to be indispensable to the CHANTELLES as it saw the band and its gear transported to many a gig safely, securely and reliably!  The group achieved further accolades when they went on to win a Texan Rock Band Contest at Trade Fair Rhodesia in 1963.

As a student, Mike also pursued the abiding interest he has always had in theatre and drama, working with Mary Morgan-Davis who was a very instructive influence during this time.  It was here that he started to dabble in voice-over work, a direction in which he would make a major name for himself in the years to follow.

Qualifying as a teacher, Mike was posted to Northlea for two years as a result of his close contact with headmaster, Lex Bijl, who had taught him French at Churchill.   This was at the time that Northlea boasted an all conquering First XV, many of whose players went on to become stalwarts of the national  Rhodesian Rugby XV 

In 1969 Mike relocated to Johannesburg when he first worked with Terry Dempsey at Storm Records as Artists' Manager assisting stars like Dave Mills, John Edmond and Tidal Wave before signing Bulawayo band, the SILHOUETTES, who became LINCOLN on their relocation to South Africa and had a number of hits. He was then appointed Sales Manager at RPM Records, the company later winning the A&M Records contract.  In addition to his activities at RPM, Mike was also hosting a couple of shows on Springbok Radio. 

He returned to Rhodesia in 1972, prompted by a call from Malcolm Russell who was looking for a production manager for Advertising Promotions Limited (APL).   APL were the main provider of commercials and many programmes to the broadcasting services in Rhodesia, specifically the RBC.  Upon his return Mike was presented with a tough assignment – he had two weeks “to prove himself”.  Failure to achieve this would see him return to the dole queue!  In response he immediately tackled his first task, writing a jingle for Merton’s Motor Spares for radio and television.  This was a resounding success and Mike’s tenure with APL was assured!

As a singer and composer, Mike’s most famous recordings were his collaborations with Ian Warren and Leprechaun on “I’m Just a Shumba Drinker” and “It’s A Long Way To Mukumbura” engineered by guitarist Barney Heldsinger.  A third release, “The Biltong Song”, fell short by some way of replicating the success of its forerunners.  In each case Mike used his creative writing talents to compose alternate lyrics to the original tunes, producing a pair of songs that will forever be associated with those turbulent years in the country’s history.  “Shumba Drinkers” and “Mukumbura” enjoyed phenomenal success selling 25 000 copies of each and topping  Lyons Maid Hits of the Week the national hit parade which Mike, incidentally, also presented Saturday morning.

It wasn’t long before he found himself before the cameras when he and Ian Warren teamed up to host the The Music Machine on Rhodesia Television.

Meanwhile, APL merged with Blackberry and Mike’s interaction with Tony de Villiers and Tony Locke was initiated.  As a result of this relationship, Mike accepted an offer to move to Durban to set up a recording studio for Revill Productions, a company established by Bill Revolta and Tony de Villiers.  The company had already established a studio in Johannesburg and were looking to extend their activities to Durban.  Mike was appointed as Managing Director at Revill.  Having successfully established the studio in Durban, the main company decided, in time, to dispose of that part of the business and, as a result, Mike set up his own studio in Durban.  The business then became Mike Westcott Productions, continuing its emphasis on work for the advertising industry throughout the 80’s.

In 1990 Mike accepted an offer from Jerry Barnard and Eric Smith of B&S Studios in Cape Town to fill the General Manager’s role within their business.  He duly worked for B&S until 1992 when he decided to freelance. Subsequently he formed Channel 5 Productions with well known Cape Town producer and recording engineer Gerry Karg. That business ceased trading in 2007.

Mike continues to be active within the advertising world and runs his own business out of Cape Town, Mike Westcott Productions, as well as Future Dimensions, with two young partners and Bamic Enterprises with his wife of  37 years, Barbara.   Mike’s children have both followed dad into education. Andy is the Art master at Pinelands High School in Cape Town and Natalie teaches English to Primary school pupils in Avignon, France. Andy’s son, Matthew, and Natalie’s daughter, Eva, are now Top of The Pops with grandpa Mike!

(Posted 17 June 2009)

A PRESENTATION SO RICHLY DESERVED

A very special event has held in Cape Town on Saturday, 08 September, 2006, when our favourite Rhodie troubadour, John Edmond, was presented with an "award" by Mr. Ian Douglas Smith at a special luncheon.  The occasion was the brainchild of none other than the tireless Ann Bishop, who fittingly chose to stage the occasion at Nick Iacovou and Mano Coulentianos' (of Mano's fame) restaurant upstairs in the Castle Hotel, Canterbury Street, Zonnebloem.  Ann's idea was born of the realisation that John had never been formally thanked for all that he has done over many years to raise funds for needy Rhodesians.  It was not difficult to decide a gift that John would really appreciate - a portrait of Rhodesia's most famous Prime Minister, Ian Douglas Smith.  And what better than to have the man himself present it.   As game as ever, Mr Smith arrived at the hotel in the careful hands of Winston Hart and Ron Reid-Daly.  Despite the organisers' and carers' efforts to convince him that he may need very careful help up the challenging stairs, he was in no mood for accepting excessive charity and pressed on determinedly with careful attention from Roger Watt!!  Visitors to the area may well be expected to be put off by its less than salubrious surroundings, however, once inside the building and up to the first floor the restaurant is an absolute revelation - as is the catering, panoramic view, quality of food, service and prices!!  After an extremely good luncheon, most diners retired to the public bar downstairs to watch the rugby Test match between South Africa and Australia.  Needless to say, the way was led by the two dignitaries!  It was late afternoon before the rugby watchers and dining room stragglers eventually vacated the building, all reluctant to let go of a day which had been particularly special to those 50 guests or so who were present.

John Edmond receives his autographed portrait of Ian Douglas Smith from the former Prime Minister himself

Mr. Ian Douglas Smith with Teresa & John Edmond

THE NAMIB DESERT GETS TO EXPERIENCE THAT EDMOND MAGIC!

Both John Edmond and the Namib Desert were much younger propositions the last time they met, something like 20 years (or more) ago.  On that occasion John didn't see much other than the inside of the venue and his sleeping unit as the fog was on the deck throughout - and that was it!  And so, this was a very much belated reunion and how much different it was this time around.  Truth be told, John and his charming wife Teresa were actually on a bit of a holiday break - and where better to visit than a place where nobody can get in without following quite  a rig-ma-roll!  To the uninitiated, we're talking about Oranjemund in the far south western corner of the World's oldest natural desert.  On the other hand, it would be unthinkable for John to be anywhere without making just a little bit of music...and this proved to be the case during the course of this visit.    Two gigs of significantly differing purpose were staged during John and Teresa's brief stay, both equally received with much excitement and enjoyment by the town's isolated populace.

The first was a full-on rock 'n roll party with Namdeb's most enduring  classic rock outfit, BEDROCK (also known as "The Band In The Sand"), the pet project of your site administrator. This gig was flashback stuff for John to the Bushcat days all those decades ago but one thing he proved beyond any doubt is that the man can still rock!  You can read more about this gig under the DIARY pages at the Bedrock website: www.bedrockband.com

Pete, John & Solange	Bedrock & John In Full Cry - Let's Party!!

The second gig was held at the local Namib Shellhole and was a very special occasion, as the was also celebrating more than 50 years of existence.  Unlike the rock 'n roll gig, this was John...By Request.  Typically of John's gigs, this was "value for money" as John rolled through his extensive songbook from his commercial hits such as "Pasadena" and "Toy Train" to a showcase of some of his most loved "Troopiesongs", even dabbling in some big band material which was a fresh and pleasant surprise for all in attendance.  A special word of acknowledgement is due to Teresa, too, who was always taking care of "technical matters" in the background.

24 HOURS AT KUNKURU

The launch of John's most recent CD release, AviatiSongs (as reviewed in the Rhodie Music Newsletter 4/2005 issued on 22 June 2005), seemed like a pretty good excuse for your intrepid site administrator and his Good Lady to finally make that long intended visit to John & Teresa's private game lodge at Kunkuru outside Bela Bela (formerly Warmbaths).  And what a treat this visit turned out to be!!   We had heard numerous reports about, not only the setting and the hospitality, but also about the whole ambience of Kunkuru and, believe me, we were not disappointed.  A sense of the sweat, care, passion and love that has put into the project by John and Teresa - and a host of helpers, family and friends - just oozes out of the place.  There is nothing that looks like it's been created haphazardly.   It truly is a place to find one's soul and, I guess, that is what John & Teresa had in mind when they took on this massive project.

John is passionate about flying, as one might have guessed from the title and contents of his latest recording!, and Kunkuru specialises in fly in guests.  There is a well established airfield close to the main homestead so guests are able to stroll to the pub in the unlikely event of John, or one of his very capable staff, not being on hand to meet them!

Find out more about Kunkuru at its dedicated website:  www.kunkuru.co.za

John & Pete Chase The Chiboolies!	Highveld Oasis
Sunset Game Drives	Cuisine Par Excellence!
Hall Of Fame	Pete & John Talkin' Bush Tales

10 MINUTES WITH PETER TAYLOR AT THE NEW MELVILLE THEATRE

Aspiring Theatre Impresario And Erstwhile Lead Vocalist Of 'Copperfield', Peter Taylor, Outside The Very Charming New Melville Theatre.

The New Melville Theatre came to our attention in July, 2005, when its proprietor and veteran rock 'n roller, Peter Taylor, offered the venue to an ailing Rhodie musician - former Shalima "skins man" Peter Price - in a fundraising drive to allow him to have much needed surgery to one of his legs.  Despite not being a Rhodie, Peter Taylor's offer led to a very festive gig being held at his venue on 12 July, 2005, at which local music luminaries (such as Alistair Coakley) appeared.  The event contributed significant funds to Peter Price's cause. 

Peter Taylor has had a long held ambition to own an intimate theatre and reached a stage in 2004 when he decided to finally "go for it".  Throwing caution to the wind he acquired the "Stage Door" - as it was known at the time - and went about converting into the theatre of his dreams.  Peter literally threw everything he possessed into the project, even selling his house, undertaking most of the work himself and frequently slept on the premises to ensure minimum disruption to the work's progress.  He modestly says that he was motivated by the desire "to give something back" to the community.  Peter has staged a number of exciting functions and deserves all the support he can get so, if you're down Johannesburg way, do make a special effort to put in an appearance. 

The theatre's telephone number is:  011 - 482 - 7981. 

THE COLLECTION REUNION -  THOMAS MOORE COLLEGE HALL, KLOOF, SATURDAY 16 AUGUST 2003

("Momento" DVD, CD, and Video Recordings and posters of this grand occasion may be ordered through Allison at  sales@basound.co.za)

Less common than hen's teeth - a ticket to the Collection Reunion!

Friday 15 August 2003

We rolled in.  From near and far.  Venue - Kloof Cricket Club.  Confusing place this.  Especially after dark.  Ah, but there's a light...  Small pavillion, lots of people.  Who should we recognise - it's been many a year?  Isn't that so-and-so?  I'm sure I know that person.  Ag, no matter - it'll all come together during the course of the evening.  At least the beer's cold, the braai's burning strongly and we're all here for the same thing - an informal, "evening before" get-together with the Collection.  Or at least whichever of them is around.  Good thing we got here early - no musicians evident at this stage.  The vibe is strong and positive.  Soon we're all chatting to everyone else whether we think we know them or not.  Pretty soon it becomes evident that we all know a surprising number of folk who are present, even if the years prevent us from  "knowing" them at first sight.  This is unreal - never saw so many okes from Bulawayo together in one place when I lived there, never mind 35 years later!  And then they start arriving - hey, isn't that Jock Cameron?  Sure is.  And there...that's Colin Payne.  And who's this young oke with the long hair - he looks like he was born this century!  What's his name again?  Simon Lolliot - Colin's young Godson...going to be blowing the horn for us tomorrow night.  Good stuff.  Nice to see the youth mingling with yesterday's heroes.  The band members are all friendly and accommodating.  Yes, we would like to meet your lead guitarist for the occasion - Jimmy Brandt.  They say he's really good.  Looking forward to seeing him tomorrow.  Still lives in Bulawayo?  Really?  Jock and Rudi, too?  Hats off to them!  Pretty soon the place is awash with bonhomie.  Hey, man, this is lekker.  So pleased we made the effort to get here.

The COLLECTION (& some friends) - Circa 2003

L-R:  Rudi Gouma/JockCameron (obscured)/Simon Lolliot/Bernie Allen-Brown/Colin Payne/Martin Patrick/Jack Thain/Adrian King & Jimmy Brandt

Saturday 16 August 2003

Get to the hall early but the folk are fairly streaming in.  Organisers say they've done away with the whole ticket thing, such has been the overwhelming nature of the response.  If you folks can't squeeze up to a table please find yourselves seats upstairs in the circle.  This is truly amazing - Collection followers from all over the place.  And we continue to recognise people, to renew friendships and persist with our guessing games about who we should, and might, know.  Pretty soon the barmen have broken into a sweat and the waitresses are floundering under the pressure of demand.  But nobody's getting angry or frustrated or exasperated - we're all just having such a jol.  Hey, look, there's Ian McIntosh.  Nah, won't be too keen to talk to him seeing as how the Sharks stuffed up Province this afternoon.  Good game, though.  May as well be magnanimous seeing as how we're in Shark country.  Whatever happened to the Banana Boys?  Oh, ja, and Terry Bowes is also here.  Man, wasn't "Sparrow" just a helluva flyhalf way back then when First Team rugby games vied with the Collection at Casa Alba for our attention.  Have you checked out the menu at the food hatch?  Bulawayo Boerewors rolls, Bamba Zonki Beef Rolls, Fritz Takeaway Frankfurters and Cash Bar.  Cash Bar - what kind of nosh is that?  Oh sorry, that's the booze.  And then, at some stage, former Chantelles' member and erstwhile schoolmaster, Rick Rickards, takes to the stage to welcome us all and announce the opening act - folk songstress, Fiona Tozer.  Haven't seen her perform but this girl's good.   Pity more of the crowd aren't interested in watching but the traffic chasing down Memory Lane is way too heavy for sideshows.  Then Rick's back to announce some bad news -   lead guitarist, Jimmy Brandt, has had his car stolen in downtown Durban.  Jeez, what a blow.  All the way from Bulawayo in his Ford Bantam just to have it stolen in Durbs.  He could have stayed in Bulawayo and had it stolen there - much more convenient.   Oh well, shit happens.  Hope his axe wasn't in the back of the car when it "went West".  Let's have a collection (if you'll excuse the pun!) to help him buy a new car.  Good idea.  Someone suggests we go steal another car and give it to him - maybe we can even steal his own car back for him!  More good ideas.  But, first, let's see if we can't raise enough to just buy him a  new car.  If we have to get into stealing him another car let's do it after the gig.  Is he fussy about the colour and vintage?  Don't know - he ain't here yet.  Poor oke's probably still walking from Durbs...if he left at eight he could be close to Pinetown.  What's that?  Oh, someone's gone to collect him.  Good call.  There was some consolation in the fact, though, that we got to hear more of Fiona's folkie sounds.  She's doing really well - and knows loads of songs.  Would like to see more of her sometime.  Time passes unconsciously.  And then the whole band are here.  Rick Rickards is back on stage for more announcements.   The Collection - and friends - are on stage, all lined up in front  of us.  To the left Rudi Gouma on keyboards, tall, grey and authorative, tucked away behind him in the stance he has consistently adopted through the years is Jock Cameron on bass - he hardly looks a day older than he did in '69, alongside stands young Simon Lolliot with sax hanging from his neck in sharp contrast to the white-haired and pony-tailed Bernie Allen-Brown, also with a sax resting on his chest.  One as young as the other is vintage.  The two of them standing shoulder-to-shoulder is, perhaps, symbolic of the evening's spirit and  benevolent testimony to the widespread appeal this unique band has always held for us.  To Bernie's left, charismatic but unassuming, lead vocalist, Colin Payne, stands out strongly in his bright orange 'T' shirt.   His calm demeanour belies the nervousness he claimed to be experiencing the previous night in anticipation of the gig.  Looks pretty relaxed now, clutching the mike on its stand with his right hand.  To Colin's left three of the most modest senior members of the Rhodie pop and  rock brigade - ex-Tall Boys member, Martin Patrick, who has travelled from Oz for the occasion, Jack Thain (formerly of the Silhouettes) and the bald and bespectacled Adrian King (also ex-Tall Boys) who, like Martin had travelled from afar, in his case from England.  For so many years Adrian and Jock were the driving forces behind the Collection during its heyday.  And then, out on the right flank, the man who had "lost" his car but was still managing to sport the widest smile in Kloof - lead axeman, Jimmy Brandt.  At the back, on drums, local musician Malie Sewell standing in for the only original band member who could not be present, Ronnie "Bungi" Robshaw.   And then the Collection, circa 2003, kicked off their first set with one right out of their Casa Alba days' songbook - Dylan's "My Back Pages".  The strength and tone of Colin's voice is immediately apparent.  He looks totally relaxed, confident and enjoying himself.  The tightness of the band surprises considering they'd had something just short of a week to practice. By the time they got into their second number, the Four Tops' "Walk Away Renee", the crowd had filled the dance floor.  This was "feelgood" at its most very best. With minimum interruptions they work their way through the monumental 20-songed first set.  The band cleverly mix the vocals up, Jack Thain taking lead vocals on "Cathy's Clown", Rudi doing duty on "Great Heart" and Bernie Allen-Brown taking care of the Bee Gees' "Words".  Not only was their playing tight and disciplined but the vocal harmonies were outstanding, well arranged and professionally delivered.  So many of the old favourites were in this set, from Los Bravos' "Black Is Black", the Fortunes' "You've Got Your Troubles" to the Hollies' "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother".   "Mustang Sally" gave the horns a chance to strut their stuff and "Everybody's Talking" gave Adrian King his turn on lead vocals.  "Jumpin' Jack Flash" gave way to the song that had brought the band so many accolades at the peak of their career - the Hollies' "Bus Stop".  If there has ever been a band who is capable of making covers their own, it must be the Collection.  Their rendition of "Bus Stop" illustrated their tremendous talents and would, surely, convince any doubters that the Collection, even today, excelled at what they did.  The final song of this set is one many of us remembered them doing at the Trade Fair amphitheatre during a Texan Rock Band Contest so many years ago - "Ob La Di, Ob La Da".  Throughout the set Colin communicated and interacted with his audience,  smiling, pointing and waving at nobody in particular and everyone in general.    All the skills of a seasoned professional.  Then it was time for a break.  The numbers on the dancefloor had just never flagged and the friendly vibe just seemed to be growing - where would it all end?  After a few more ales and lots more milling around and chatting the band were up on stage again.  What more could we expect and could it get much better?  Both questions were quickly answered as the second set opened with Jimmy Brandt taking control in a strong rendition of Santana's "Europa".  Jimmy's no apprentice and his silky skills, precise playing and confidence reflected the many years he had spent with bands such as "The Purple Zincstones", "The Hobos" and "Society".  Nice one, Jimmy.  Say, how's that collection going for your new car?  If it keeps going like this you'll be going home in a Ferrari!!   "Europa" gave way to everyone's favourite - Creedence Clearwater Revival.  Colin was in control again acting as the accomplished central pivot and kingpin.  After three songs we were due for another treat when former Short Circuit Guavas lead vocalist, Pete "Bones" Milner, took to the stage to displace the obliging Mister Payne.   Assertive and confident "Bones" immediately tore into the Stones' "Satisfaction".  No messing about here.  The man was into his full stride.  As with his contemporaries, "Bones" clearly was a man who'd "been there, done that".  Not a trace of stagefright or nerves.  Just an old pro back on his turf.  By way of total contrast "Bones" second song was another performance of the Bee Gees' "Words", perfectly delivered with the vibrato voice succintly captured.  "Bones" final effort was to share the vocals with Colin in a version of Wilson Pickett's "In The Midnight Hour".  This, again, was a very good piece of variation and they complemented each other extremely well.  Then "Bones" was off - as quickly and efficiently as he had been "on".  Just to slow the pace down Martin Patrick sang a delicately delivered version of "Time And The River". Out front the energetic, heaving, swinging and twisting crowd were relieved and grateful for the breather as the high energy levels gave way to some close-up, slow, shuffling.  Just like the old days.  When that chick in your arms was your "cherrie" and not your "missus"!  Give the "goose" a bit of a squeeze for old times sake!  "River" gave way to another Stones' classic, "Under The Boardwalk", dedicated by Colin to Jack McGroaty and Paddy Powell, both former colleagues of the late 60's era.  Ever self-effacing and generous Colin then paid Rudi Gouma the ultimate compliment in praising him as the "best vocalist" he had ever had the pleasure of performing with.  To prove the point Rudi broke into "Stand By Me" and, yes, proved the point.  His voice is strong, clear, melodic and well versed in delivering a professional performance.  Eat your heart out, Billy Swan.  Rudi was followed, once again, by the retiring and deceptively competent, Jack Thain, who impressed with his handling of the Eagles' "Tequila Sunrise".  And so it continued with a host more of memorable hits being impressively performed, including "I'm A Believer", "Love Minus Zero", "Let It Be Me" and "Get Back".  There was, of course, the odd surprise delivered, too, one of them being a cover of the Bats'-penned 1971 hit, "Herdboy".  Again the Collection had drawn on their wealth of knowledge and experience at the top flight.  The use of flute and recorder on this number was a wonderful musical interlude.   Two songs later the band had delivered yet another mega-set, a brace of songs longer than the extensive opening set ending, fittingly, with a repeat of "Ob La Di, Ob La Da"..  Problem was, though, nobody wanted the occasion to end.  We were all just having such a great time.  C'mon guys, let's just keep it going.  Have another beer or two.  Age?  Nah, that's just in the mind and, right now, we don't mind!  It was one o'clock in the morning.  Night's still a puppy.  And then they played on.  And guess what it was?  Yep, Harum's "A Whiter Shade Of Pale".  How much longer would our desire for more be entertained?  Not for long, folks.  In fact, not for more than one more song - "Mustang Sally".  We all knew this was it for the night and Bernie's loud pronouncement of "Right you lot, now PISS OFF!", confirmed our suspicions!   Not serious - there's always today's lunchtime (free) scene to capitalise on for those who hadn't had enough.  Were there any that hadn't?

Sunday 17 August 2003

The Collection - Once Again "Stoeping" To Conquer!!

Predictably many of us knew when we were onto a good thing and there's no way we weren't going to drag this "good thing" out for as long as possible!  As so it was back to the Kloof Cricket Club where the Collection were staging a free lunchtime performance on the verandah of the pavillion.  This morning erstwhile drummer, Malie Sewell, had given way to another veteran of the Rhodie music scene, Ian Webster.  Ian was immediately at home and look the total picture of comfort.  Today was far more relaxed and everybody was "chilled".  What a perfect way to end a perfect weekend.  The guys ran through their sets, pretty much as they had done the night before.  The "good vibes" continued and, eventually, at about four o'clock the music "did die" and it was left to the bar flies to stretch the day into the night - which they did with aplomb!  And then it was all over.  All that we are left to say is a mighty, mighty, Thanks to those wonderful folk who made this occasion possible - Moira and Sue for all their effort and good, unruffled, humour and cheerful spirit.  Bernie and Alison for making their home available for rehearsals and the guys who provided the sound system and instruments.  We cannot Thank You all enough.

SET LISTS

* Lead vocals by Colin Payne unless indicated otherwise.

Set 'A'

1.    My Back Pages 
2.    Walk Away Renee
3.    Mustang Sally
4.    Black Is Black
5.    Cathy's Clown (Lead vocals - Jack Thain)
6.    Great Heart (Lead vocals - Rudi Gouma)
7.    To Love Somebody
8.    You've Got Your Troubles
9.    Words (Lead vocals - Bernie Allen-Brown)
10.    If I Were A Carpenter
11.    Walking On Sunshine (Lead vocals - Jack Thain)
12.    Blues (Title TBC) (Lead vocals - Jack Thain)
13.    He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
14.    Jambalaya
15.    Positively 4th Street
16.    Everybody's Talkin' (Lead vocals - Adrian King)
17.    Jumpin' Jack Flash
18.    Bus Stop
19.    Proud Mary
20.    Ob La Di, Ob La Da

Set 'B'

Encore

*  Photographs by Webmaster (& spouse) and Pete "Peeee" Krog

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