DOPE ST JUDE – MUSIC VIDEO – LIDDY

 Image by - Elijah Ndoumbé
Image by – Elijah Ndoumbé

South African rapper Dope St Jude tackles interesting, provocative and somewhat disturbing subject matter in her new music video for the song Liddy. All while finding a way to make it look fun and youthful – in a Larry Clark kind of way. Aweh also managed to get some stills from the video shoot, courtesy of photographer -Elijah Ndoumbé. For more from Elijah, check out: https://www.elijahndoumbe.com/, IG handle: @elijahndoumbé | https://www.instagram.com/elijahndoumbe/ .

Video credits:

Director: Chris Kets DOP: Chris Kets Editor: Sisanda Msimango Producer: Dope Saint Jude Productions Assistant Director: Adrian “Diff” Van Wyk Set Assistant: Rory Bernickow Make up: Jireh Mannaseh Styling: Junk and Disorderly Shop and Gemma Swan Special Effects Make Up: Lauren Cloete Transport: Bobo Januarie Cast: Dope Saint Jude, Tatenda Wekwatenzi, Lenina Parks, Yana Abrahams, Khanya The Designer, Blaq Slim

 Image -Elijah Ndoumbé
Image -Elijah Ndoumbé
 Image by - Elijah Ndoumbé
Image by – Elijah Ndoumbé
 Image by - Elijah Ndoumbé
Image by – Elijah Ndoumbé
 Image by - Elijah Ndoumbé
Image by – Elijah Ndoumbé
 Image by - Elijah Ndoumbé
Image by – Elijah Ndoumbé

MARQUES MKHIZE – RAPPER OF THE DURBAN STREETS

WORDS AND IMAGES BY JIMMY SUBURB

The streets of Durban run on different rules, different time zones and different languages. A place wickedly playful and humanly problematic. Its a breeding ground for the strange, the savage, the forgotten, the hopeless, the hopeful. Durban is a juxtaposition, Durban is your best friend and worst enemy, Durban is the characters it breeds, Durban is people, people like Marques Mkhize.

I met Marques many many moons ago, deep down in Umbilo at the institution for the reprobates and depraved degenerates of the city – The Winston Pub. At the time all I saw was an over excited and energetic kid with a missing tooth, a massive smile and in some ways an overbearing disposition. He kept wanting to rap into my ear, and being an introvert by default I was annoyed by his exuberance, I was there to drink and be left alone.

Days turned into weeks, weeks to months and eventually years, and Marques was someone I kept bumping into and slowly got to know. I take a while to warm to new people and this forces many of them to retreat after a first introduction. Marques was never that person, even though my shyness and insecurities with people and public spaces can bring many to believe I am rude or aloof, Marques never saw that in me and chipped away at my seemingly cold exterior until we became more than just acquaintances but friends.

Time moved on and I started to see this young rapper take shape and everytime I bumped into Marques one thing remained consistent, he was always rapping. He was always taking the mic, whenever he got the chance, even in the middle of other performers sets. Stage etiquette was not in Marques’s game plan and he was just hungry to be up there no matter what.

His real first break being on stage and recording came when he was a part of the rap crew, Durban Knights (later the K-Bomb). Kurt Peinke (City Bowl Mizers, Enter The Mirror) was instrumental in helping this band take off, as he provided a space for them to record and loaned his songwriting and production ability to the beat making behind the project. They met almost by chance, and I suppose fate often has a way of bringing the most unlikely of characters together, even for a brief fleeting moment.

“Marcus was hanging out at a studio/ rap boutique called “Gangster Culture” up the road from my parent’s house. I was walking past to get a loose from the Engen garage and he was standing in the driveway of the place with his crew. I was a little intimidated by their presence, guys with chains, tattoos and gold in the teeth. They were really nice and so was Marcus! They invited me inside to check the place out, and Marcus was kind of like their ambassador, showing me the music they were making there. The music was sick! Tough beats and chorus’s which was Marcus’s specialty. He could rap and sing which was impressive. They were still putting his voice on auto-tune though which was the sound back then, and still is I guess”. -recalls Kurt

Soon after that Kurt, and another two other rappers who went by the names of Breezy V (Viv) and Genie, hauled themselves up in Kurt’s bedroom studio to record the first joint which would become D’urban Knights.

“Marcus and I hung out more frequently, and between university and gigging with the Mizers he would come over to my bedroom studio which was pretty basic at the time. The first song we recorded was Banana Clip. He started with the lines “What you know about rap? my Rhymes are laced with crack, so strong you get a fucking heart attack!” He wanted two other guys on the song, Viv AKA Breezy V and Genie, they were all killing it. The K- Bomb was something that transpired from D’urban Knights down the line”. – Peinke

Even though D’urban Knights never experienced any real commercial success, they quickly became popular in the Durban underground, for their comical and abrasive approach to hip hop. They didn’t really fit a set mold, and the diversity and eccentricity of the members, made them accessible enough to perform on various stages. From major events to hole in the wall dive bars. However, according to Kurt, Marques’s focus seemed to dwindle and his lifestyle choices started to be catch up with him, which would lead to the end of the project.

“Marcus was excessive with the jol, showed up to gigs fucked and sometimes didn’t show up at all, the guys were mega pissed about that. Genie left and found God after being arrested, and I never heard a word from the guy again, not a word. Viv liked the jol but he was also focused in a LL Cool J kind of way, we both had the same drive and wanted to be a little more serious so that’s how the K-Bomb happened. We were all still tight but but that just all fizzled out unfortunately”. – recalls Kurt.

Certain rumours started to circulate around Marques and it seemed he had conformed to a street logic that alienated him from a lot of people in the music industry. Than again, when people are forced into certain situations, they sometimes make the wrong decisions for the sake of getting ahead and the prospect of a better life. Marques is a product of the system – an orphan who had to claw his way out of varying hard situations. His tenacity even in the face of adversary has always shone through and even though he has done some things that he is not proud of, he represents redemption and the ability to excel through some harrowing circumstances. Marques represents the streets, has lived on the streets, has breathed the streets, and in a way he could be one of the most authentic rappers in Durban because of this.

“Durban is the city of the summer, its a city where you can have the most fun and you get caught up in it and you can’t even afford that fun. In that kind of situation dreams can become nightmares quickly, and the city swallows you in deep, it can appreciate you, but it can also spit you out”- laments Marques.

While the rest of us were getting all the love and support we could ever need from our families, Marques was getting a beat down from the cops or trying to find a warm place to rest his head often, because he wanted to be in spaces where his talent could be heard.

“I never really knew my parents, I was was raised by the system, I try my best to make it work and I’m here, through time and discipline and ambition, a career in music is starting to become very tangible” – states Marques.

Roughly a year ago I moved back to Durban, I had been travelling abroad and living in Cape Town and again, just like I had done for many years prior I bumped into Marques. He seemed a little willy and disheveled. And even though I could clearly see that he hadn’t showered in a few days he was optimistic, happy and focused. He was spending a lot of his days hanging around the Bat Center and sleeping in shelters. The Bat Center had free computers and WiFi, and even though Marques was in a bit deep, he was still hustling and doing what he always does – rap and promote his shows through the usual social media channels.

I took him in for a few days and during that time we spoke at length about what was coming next. Unfortunately at the time I was also in financial trouble and could only help him in so many ways, so he had to get out there and make it happen on his own steam and gumption. I remember having lengthy conversations with him about his situation, and even during times when Marques was stuck waiting outside soup kitchens, he still had a smile on his face, still believed in his ability and was still pushing forward. His positive disposition even managed to get me out of the slump I was in, even though he was in a way worse situation than me. Through this we became more than just friends but family.

6 months passed, I had finally found work and gotten on my feet and again I bumped into Marques. This time he had a place to stay, a manager and had started his own recording label, called Cash Cow Media. He had just completed an EP, which was recorded in a studio in the heart of Umlazi in a tiny corrugated iron structure – a shack if you will. The quality was surprisingly good, and when he invited me to come on a video shoot with him I was nothing but excited to spend a day roaming through the city and townships with him and his crew.

After meeting some of the hip hop kids in Umlazi, you could see how respected Marques is in these circles. These kids look up to him and the fact that he is out there doing what he does inspires them to do more, and get out off the streets.

“Cash Cow Media is a representation of what the youth can do if they get together. I want to bring different people and races together. I hope to represent the underdogs, the people that don’t have opportunity, the people from areas like Umlazi, I want to be a mouthpiece for kids like me, kids who didn’t grow up with parents, and I hope to one day represent what can be done against all odds” – proudly remarks Marques.

At the moment Marques has his music on all digital platforms including iTunes, Spotify and Deezer, and his new music video is set to come out soon. His next goal is to get it screened on all the top music channels. Until then keeping looking out for Marques Mkhize and his street laced Durban hip hop.

A GOTHIC PILGRIMAGE – ROAD-TRIPPING TO WATCH – THE CURE

  The Cure in all their Gothic glory - Carnival City - Rocking The Lawns - 2019.
The Cure in all their Gothic glory – Carnival City – Rocking The Lawns – 2019.

WORDS AND IMAGES BY PSEUDO GOTH

Towards the end of last year, a friend of mine who works in music production puts a status update on Facebook that says: “Big announcement made soon, massive international act coming to South Africa”. Now, I’m sitting there going, “Yar right, it’s probably Ed Sheeran or Cardi B.” So I sit back, and do what I usually do, and try and get through an unrealistically long work day at the Orwellian nightmare I keep trying to wake myself up from.

A few hours later, I see that it’s none other than The Cure.

  A Gothic, hero - Robert Smith.
A Gothic, hero – Robert Smith.

Holy shit!

A band that has been so dear to my heart, for so long, that I can’t believe this news to be true.

  Road trip driver and artist Nivesh.
Road trip driver and artist Nivesh.

The following day I rush to Computicket to purchase a ticket, and they haven’t even issued them yet as the concert is months away. I wait, with nothing but a receipt, in anticipation for what is literally a dream come true.

2019 arrives and so does my ticket, and since the beginning of February I haven’t been able to sleep as well as I usually do. This intense, electric excitement is welling inside of me at the prospect of watching a band that helped create so many of the genres of music that I love.

  A motley crew…
A motley crew…

A few days before this monumental event, I have managed to assemble a rowdy bunch of Cure fans and we start our Gothic pilgrimage to watch one of rock ‘n roll’s most interesting, eclectic and dark bands. Friday comes, and we are all certainly very much in love. So much in love that our robust exterior upsets a few bewildered pedestrians en route to the show.

  “If only tonight we could sleep in a bed made of flowers” - Robert Smith
“If only tonight we could sleep in a bed made of flowers” – Robert Smith

After some run-ins with irate neighbours just before leaving Durban (as our excitement was just too much to contain), we eventually find our way to the N3 highway. We are traveling towards Vereeniging, Gauteng, to pick up the last component of the ensemble.

Mr. Creepy Steve.

  An old Jedi out of retirement …
An old Jedi out of retirement …

Creepy Steve, a legend of the Durban underground party scene who went into hiding a few years back. Kind of like Luke Skywalker in episode 4000 of the new sequel to episode 3999 of the never ending Star Wars franchise, or Obi Wan Kenobi in the first Star Wars film ever made.

  An unholy reunion Creepy Steve and Ballie “Mudbox” Mike back in action.
An unholy reunion Creepy Steve and Ballie “Mudbox” Mike back in action.

After a bit of coaxing, I convince the old Jedi to dust off his robe, change the light bulbs in his light saber, and “get involved”. At first he seems disinterested in the whole idea, but after he brushes over a bit of the Cure’s 80’s era hits, he becomes just as excited as the rest of us.

“Help me Obi Wan, you’re our only hope.”

Just the kind of guide we need to bring balance to the force. Creepy delivered.

  Creepy exercising his constitutional rights.
Creepy exercising his constitutional rights.

We have a briefing in Vereeniging the night before the show, which consists of a fire, beers and the use of various flammable devices. We wake to a full-spread breakfast and descend towards Brakpan like a pack of hungry dogs, ready for what we were about to witness.

  Even Julius is excited for the show.
Even Julius is excited for the show.

The Cure, live in South Africa for the first time.

  You know shits getting real when you find a guy wearing a shirt that says “A FOREST” on it
You know shits getting real when you find a guy wearing a shirt that says “A FOREST” on it

After roughly an hour in the venue I started to notice the eclectic motley bunch that The Cure attracts. Middle aged goths, young skater punks, trendy jocks. People of all different shapes, sizes and colours, all coming together in a very real and uninhibited kind of way.

  The weirdos have arrived.
The weirdos have arrived.

Creepy lean’t into my ear and and with very warm breath slurred down my neck “there’s nothing quite like watching an old goth mincing across the veld in the brutal afternoon sun”. Shortly thereafter Creepy threw up, on account of drinking Ballie Mike’s boiling hot whiskey, an act which is in itself is a sight to behold.

The Cure is a band that has never subscribed or fitted in to one set thing or genre, and the crowd reflected this. The weirdo convention had come to town and everyone was there for one reason and one reason only, and that was to witness the dark, twisted, playful and bright world of one of pop’s most unassuming hero’s – Robert Smith.

  A loyal fan of The Cure.
A loyal fan of The Cure.

The support acts were lackluster, the biggest question everyone kept asking is “How does Ard Matthews still get booked?” Then again this is just an opinion, and I know that Just Jinger means and meant a lot to a lot of people, so I should try play nice. But I just couldn’t get my head around the American twang so I went for a beer. Zebra and Giraffe should have stayed on safari, before Fokofpolisiekar brought some much needed angst and energy to the now agitated crowd.

  Nivesh and Creepy perplexed by the support bands.
Nivesh and Creepy perplexed by the support bands.

My Afrikaans is limited and maybe my translation is off, but from what I could gather Francois Van Coke was asking the crowd if they had any spliff, so I lit one up in solidarity with the sentiment. They played their title track “Fokofpolisiekar” and then I realised something about how important this statement is for South Africans at large. We might be divided by race, politics, culture and religion but at least we can all agree on one thing. When the cops pull in, we tell them to “Fuck off”!

  “When the cops pull in we tell them to fuck off” -Fokofpolisiekar
“When the cops pull in we tell them to fuck off” -Fokofpolisiekar

By now the energy was getting even weirder, The Rob Father was playing some fantastic tracks ranging from The Chats to the Talking Heads , and everyone was in full swing. More and more strange characters started coming closer to the front of the stage and for one of the first times in my life I felt like I belonged, because in this crowd no body belonged, and in that a sense of sincere connection was created.

  Grass life!
Grass life!
  The Cure live in South Africa for the first time.
The Cure live in South Africa for the first time.

Then like a blinding flash of light Plainsong, the opening track from their highly atmospheric 1989 album Disintegration erupts through the speakers, and everyone is in a trance, slowly ascending to the front of the stage to get their first sight of the man and the myth, the songs that have been so close to all of us for so long. Providing comfort and relief in our darkest hours. Finally there it was standing in front of us tall and proud in all its macabre glory We had finally found a place to cure all our sadness, and a sound and sentiment where we escape to, a realm where we play with our nightmares instead of fearing them. This is what that opening moment of this concert meant to me and I could feel it meant the same to a lot of others there. It was a religious experience and for a few hours the lawns just outside the fabulously grotesque Carnival City became our Gothic church.

  The fabulously grotesque Carnival City.
The fabulously grotesque Carnival City.

Soon after that I lost all my friends in the frenzied attraction to the stage, I was alone in a sea of atmospheric sounds and the mood was set, everyone was fixated, I look to my left and none other than SA folk/punk legend Shaun Richards is standing next to me. He’s an old friend so he grabs my hand and we try and get as close to the front as possible. I have one of the best seats in the house as In between Days ignites the crowd into a harmony that isn’t possible during the sad and reflective era of Distingeration. Love is certainly in the air and I turn to Shaun as Robert Smith busts out a riff that could be placed in any modern indie or post punk band. I remark “Can you believe it Shaun, we are here watching the guy that pretty much invented the music we love”.

  Shaun Richards aka    All These Wasted Nuts    very excited.
Shaun Richards aka All These Wasted Nuts very excited.

Nature calls and I really needed to pee, so I rush off to the toilet, and by the time I get back to the stage A Forest starts playing and I find myself running through a jungle of people, as I’ve lost everyone I came to the show with. I start to interact with so many different characters a goth puts his arm around me as we sing every word back at the stage, until I notice a group of trance hippies laying it down as if its an outdoor party. I stop and just dance my arse off with the misfits as if its 1984 again, until one of friends Ballie Mike grabs my shoulder. After that we try again to get as close as we can to the front, as The Cure launch into some of their darkest and heaviest material, you can see how this era of The Cure influenced modern metal such as Deftones, (they even covered If only Tonight we could sleep) and it was almost as if Robert Smith was sending out a clear message “If you want the light happy pop side of The Cure, you’re going to have to get through the dark stuff first”. After a brutal onslaught of their heavier material, we can now see the light, and I’m not sure which song was played first, maybe it was Friday I’m in Love or Close To Me, but the energy had completely shifted and now everyone was smiling, dancing and connecting, the band even looked more relaxed.

  Ballie looks at me and says “When are The Smiths coming on, I thought we came here to see Morrisey”.
Ballie looks at me and says “When are The Smiths coming on, I thought we came here to see Morrisey”.

I can’t recall how long the set went on for, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours, and most of the material I had heard before, which is great when you’re there to see one of your all time favourite bands.

 Robert Smith showing the kids how its done.
Robert Smith showing the kids how its done.

All I remember is they finished the set with all their older material, Accuracy, Killing an Arab, Boys Don’t Cry and Jumping Someone Else’s Train all made a beautiful appearance, suped up for a sonic live experience. Then all of a sudden, The Cure sounded like a young, brash, youthful punk band and just like a dying shooting star it was over.

 Reeves Gabrels doing his thing.
Reeves Gabrels doing his thing.

For me The Cure represents real love, because love is light and beautiful and enduring. But love is also dark and unforgiving, yet if we can persist through all its layered complexities, we can create something utterly beautiful in a world that has become extremely estranged, dark and hostile. The Cure represents the vulnerability of being alive, the darkness of heartache. And commitment, just real commitment, commitment to art and music and creation. Commitment to manifesting a safe space, for all the people in the world who just don’t fit in.

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