Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night
I remember sitting around a campfire in the Umzimkulu valley about 30 years ago. I was in my first year of high school, and we were doing a kayak race, the Umzimkulu marathon. It was a clear African night, the Southern Cross bright and clear. The older boys told tales of massive rapids and huge drops, and we cooked a sort of breadlike substance on the fire. We were miles from any town or city.
The batteries on the cassette deck weren’t fresh, and the tape copy neither but Johnny Clegg’s music has been special to me ever since.
I saw his band (then called Savuka) live at university. It it was 1986-7. He intertwined great music with a strong and clear political message. Asimbonanga. He rocked the Student’s Union, and changed the mindset of thousands. South Africa’s political change owes much to Johnny Clegg.
Last night, with mates Phillip and Dean, I got see him live in Mainz. The venue was packed and the audience a mix of Germans and a rather more rowdy South African Diaspora.
Johnny and his band gave it all, and the place rocked. The band played hit after hit. His band were excellent, several of the members have been with him for decades. Johnny didn’t jump quite as high as he used to do (Guka ’mzimba), but his stage presence remains impressive, and the music is timeless.
Here he is with Juluka, back in the 1980’s
Thanks Johnny, for 30 years of great music and a fabulous evening.
Most of his albums are on itunes and emusic. I downloaded an album that don’t have in my collection this morning, Ubuhle Bemvelo.