Last night I went to watch Johnny Clegg in the Civic Theatre in Johannesburg. I have previously written about Johnny Clegg on my blog - I absolutely love his music, and I regard him as one of the most interesting and important personalities in terms of understanding African culture and history and in terms of adding words and feelings to it.
I'm a great admirer of not only his music, but of what this man has
achieved in general. Today the man is 54, and he still pulls off a show
so vivid and full of enthusiasm and fascination that you leave it in
high spirit and full of hope. Johnny Clegg is also a hell of a charming man, and
honestly, I felt like I was in love with him standing there with his
guitar, explaining he is too old to do the proper dance moves tonight
(sore muscles). Don't tell, but it made
me google 'johnny clegg's wife' afterwards.
A feeling of enthusiasm spread, you can say, which lead on to the tequila shots and subsequently the massive hangover I've been suffering from today. Definitely not Johnny Clegg's fault, that is more likely to be blamed on the group of people whom I went with - all people who have grown up and
lived in Zimbabwe, Swaziland, Mozambique and South Africa. People
who, so to speak, grew up with Johnny Clegg. Johnny
Clegg wasn't part of my Danish music curriculum, and neither was
apartheid, the violent history or the African culture which to a large
extent is a turning point in Johnny Clegg's music.
But it certainly does stuff to me. And this is the complex part.
For the past three years I have driven on thousand of kilometers of red roads while listening to songs like 'Its a Cruel, Crazy Beautiful world', 'Scatterlings of Africa' (the video recorded in Zimbabwe), 'Asimbonanga' (the version with Mandela on stage), 'December African Rain' and 'Kilimanjaro' (a very 80ties version). Last night when he played The Crossing, a song dedicated to his friend Dudu, who was assasinated in a taxi in 1992, six ballet dancers accompanied him on stage - and I just burst into tears, and so did the people next to me. Literally crying. I haven't done that in years.
However, I think my strong admiration for Johnny Clegg has something to do with myself in terms of being a white woman in Africa. Whenever I listen to his songs I am being reminded to behave decently. Not to take advantage of my background or my position. To respect people for what they are, and to take an interest in their culture. I.e. I've always felt extremely stupid listening to Scatterlings of Africa on the way to work when at the same time saying no to beggars on the road side, or getting irritated by the Sudanese refugees who showed up late for our meetings.
But I've also learnt that it takes more than that. It also takes dedication and commitment (Clegg speaks fluent Zulu), and approaching things with passion makes it easier (see him dance). It also takes concentration and hard work (check his bio). I'm not there yet, but basically, he reminds me of not taking the easy way out in whatever I do.
Thanks for a good night. It was worth the hangover!
Read about Johnny Clegg here.