CAPE JAZZ GUIDE
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grooving to that goema beat
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Cape Times, June 21 2005
A Russian gramophone plays a pennywhistle jive tune, Little Lemmy and
Big Joe, recorded in South Africa in the 1940s.
Were huddled round the gramophone at cosy Dudus in
Loop Street, the meeting place on a Monday night where youll meet
jazz aficionados like the mercurial Iain Harris and gentle
Michael Wolf. These two very likeable and enthusiastic individuals
have injected a fresh energy into a new concept intimate Cape
Town jazz safaris. Listening to Winston Mankunku, were
bundled into Iains champagne lounge of a 1979 Merc and its
pouring with rain as we head out on the N2 toward Bridgetown. Were
off to meet the Goema Captain himself, Mac Mckenzie. His
mum is cooking, Iain tells us excitedly. Cape Town
snoek!
Were talking about how few good jazz venues there are in Cape Town.
What would we do without Swingers jazz club on Monday nights
in Landsdowne? asks Iain. As for Kennedys its
jazz for mum and dad chirps Michael. We all agree The Green
Dolphin is mainstream and commercial. But theres a
new spot called Chilies in Long. A sit-down chill jazz venue,
says Iain. To be fair, The Green Dolphins starts Jazz Impressions
this July on Wednesday nights showcasing new jazz talent - two bands and
six soloists each night. But, if youre into something far more personal,
and memorable, I highly recommend this duos jazz safari. You get
to listen to Cape Towns jazz legends in their lounge! Mac
Mckenzie, a lively, charming host warmly invites us into his home to drink
red wine and chill on his couch.
Our group includes a Belgian and German exchange
student, a Swiss girl studying theology at UCT, and David Kramers
nephew, Stephen. Mac gives us a short history of Goema music, his traditional
music. We had to give our music a new name. Its been
tarnished with derogatory names like Cape Coon Carnival and Minstrel music,
He explains Goema came about when they slowed down the music adding some
jazz and classical music, so we could express ourselves in our
own way.
His dad was a musician, his dads dad was a musician, and his dad
was a musician. Thats how it works in our community,
says Mac. I was just born into it. When I was young we used
to dance to Charlie Parker and Brahms, Tchaikovsky, even West Side Story.
My parents ran open-house jazz parties called Hops parties charging R5
at the door. His mum Ma Mac chimes in: Just
five Shillings in my day. This lounge in the 1950s and early 1960s was
packed full of wonderful people. We pushed all the furniture into the
bedroom for the night so the band could play in this lounge and people
danced and I cooked up a storm
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Their home was the centre of entertainment celebrating the true house
party, but when movies came out, it changed everything,
says Mac.
In those days people in our neighbourhood only had a telephone
if you were a mid-wife or a policeman, adds Ma Mac. Theres
a knock at the door. A man in a full-length navy coat strides in. He is
from passport control. But he is here to see Mac. I heard about
this jazz evening at work. You know I even have posters of you. Im
your biggest fan, says Faizel. They jam. Everyone pulls out
guitars to jam with Mac! Ma Mac sitting in the corner with a cup
of her favourite Strawberry tea sighs: now this makes me happy
just like it should be.
Jazz Tours: 021 790 2592 or info@andulela.com
The Cape Town Jazz Safari
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