One of Trevor’s friends threw a party on Saturday night. Now’s it’s been a while since I been to the JV, so I was keen to see what it’s like nowadays. And I was thirsty. Okay, bored to death.
So this chick got Robbie Tee and Dean to play the beats, cos the crowd was gonna be a bit on the mature side of things: which it was. And these guys were gonna do their usual old school & 90s thing, with a few commercial hits thrown in: which they did. And the people would love it, as they do all their other gigs: you get the drift.
Here’s what made this gig very different – the booze was free. Yes, in a Harare gig, there were free drinks all night. And man, did the Africans partake. Well, we did at least, until they ran out of Zambezi. Which also begs the question: why thell does every party, club, pub and sports bar always, always, run out of Zambezi first?
Anyway. A good time was had by all. And of course I fell in love. As usual. Who with, you ask? That’s an entirely different post.