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November 19th, 2010 
Must get in shape. Yesterday, Ninja gave me a high-five. Now, everything hurts. That's power. This was the second time. In an uncannily short period of. But it was well-filled: Die Antwoord had played the world - and I had bought a hoodie and shirt, and the CD (out of a sense of responsibility - I already had everything on it, albeit not in this, lesser, remastering). I had, also, made an effort to finally learn the lyrics to 'Enter the Ninja' by heart. And I had, two hours before showtime, succeeded. Not that I think that's the best song. But the best one, 'Doos dronk', isn't so named for nothing. It's best when you're drunk, so learning lines isn't usually on the order, then: I fear I'll never get beyond the chorus and the "Ag, kak, fokofpolisiekar!". The support act sucked so seldomly seriously, that I still don't wanna know what it's called. This was also the entire hall's opinion, judging by the ginormous boo. All the more liberating the entry. Which wasn't that just for that reason. We know Yo-Landi's. We love it, and cherish it. But before that, there was the mask. Under it, last time, was another. This because, as rumour goes, Hi-Tek is afraid of flying. So, at the time, it was Vuilgeboost. No problem there: that was a great gig too. But a few days before, Hi had granted my weeks-old request and friended me on Facebook. And I'd said, honestly and correctly, that he's enriched my life so much this year, and that so, if ever I should see him shuffle, it would be a momentous occasion. Well that was now. For there was no doubt, about that great shape. By the time the mask came off, at three quarters of the set, I'd known it for a long time: Hi-Tek had come. No Santa Claus can match that shit. And Hi-Tek got, what Hi-Tek deserved: a Very Warm Welcome, to Amsterdam. The roar he received, at crucial moments, was happily massive. Other than that, there's not much to say, as it was One. Big. Party. One, because I, never before, saw so many people smiling in 1 venue. Unreserved, straight from the soul, honest, joyous and happy. That is what Die Antwoord does. I have never seen anyone do that yet. And I have seen a lot. Real class acts often demand respect. And tears, sometimes, or pleasure. But very, very rarely, people are this HAPPY. 
Where, last time, we were still a bit waddefok, now this was one big warm bath. Die Antwoord had arrived - and it had been heard. I made a wide gesture, with my arm, to the pit, and looked, at Ninja. And Waddy grinned back, and twinkled. Smiling, with those eyes. Look at you now. All up in de Melkweg. Hopla. There he went again. Over buildings. Waving at the children. And we waved back. Hello, good, dear Ninja. Thank you for being real. For how could you not be? Here! Now! Here! You're here! And you're making this won-der-ful music! One thing left to say: since that last gig, Yo-Landi apparently's kept on jumping up and down. Ho-ly shit, what shape, in so little girl. To my ginormous bafflement, I couldn't keep up with them, in jumping along. This while they also sang and rapped a lot better than last time. Gotta get to work. |
