Apt & audio

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I never made it, but I heard about it. At the Lizard Lounge. A group with rhymes, with a dime on hooks like chokka lines off Plett you can’t forget. And good guys recognise and Jay couldn’t help himself, ay. Said we had a band in the style of the brand hijack. We were the Jedi Rollers brother, we should do something together. We got a dope sound, so ous should come round, we jam downtown. Down by the mosque, mos. Grace Street. Just ask. That was all he could talk about that night at jam night as we each took our turns rolling up, rolling up and rolling, the Jedi Rollers rolling up the stairs of the Fishers building, Govan Mbeki near the mosque at the top the last call to prayer while we were there rolling up by that entrance in the side alley by Double D’s and we had six songs and one good one with some reggae in it and it was early days like the first day of Bible camp or army. And we played them one time through took a smoke break and then, just then, or maybe they’d been down there whistling for an hour, but a whistle came and Jay had his head out the window in a minute. It’s them, it’s them, it’s them, he tunes! They came! I knew they’d come and they brought everyone. I guess you knew, Jay, didn’t you. We had a case of quarts up there in a minute, jamming, smokin’ and rolling, Jedi Rollers with Sixth Man, Jam night, damn right in the Fischer’s building. Guys had game, conscious hip-hop was the name, so the bars came, Nzo brought a melody line for the reggae one. So that became the joint, though not the only one at that point. When it came to the rhymes not least of all mine, some of it was wack, but not Mr Bozack. So when the quarts had been cracked, the zoolie packed and racked and jacked up out back what kept comin’ back was not the rhymes of Viv the rap Titan Bozack but how he seemed the man to call it. He decide we’d crack the nod and he kept it like that. For many moons. In many ways and means we kept coming back with mutual respect till one October out of nowhere it was over. The Rollers, Sixth Man, the jam on Govan Mbeki Road for long. No man. The man! The show was over. Damn, Viv. You brought us together, man. I shoulda come for drinks at Cubana that evening with Dave from DnE, but at least you n me had the quality last look from the jump, a smile our hands clap and a shoulder bump. You still bring us together, now it’s just in love and remembrance and joy for the man who brought us together like you did Mr Bozack. From the first time at the jam to the last at the studio, it was apt and audio, man to man, stereo, verbal, musical and all that, Mr Bozack. And I was one o’ thousands. You brought us together Mr Bozack, and that’s an exactly fact. We don’t forget that. We gone try learn and implement some o that, Bring people together, like Mr Bozack.

Writer for television, print and digital, corporate and editorial. Editor and writer of books. Musical performance, spoken word as Inspector Ras. Guitar/vocals for The Near Misses, (Worst Band In JoburgTM). The last whitey at umsebenzi. Latest book 415 Action-Packed Neighbourhood Marketing Tips with Basil O'Hagan, out now. @hagenengler

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