'From the perspective of ordinary folks, it feels like we’ve experienced six and a half lost years.'
EDM entrepreneurs have carefully cultivated the mythology of the festival experience, making a high-production, high-tech, over-the-top encounter inextricable from the experience of repetitive beats…the festivals are getting bigger and bigger, with so much money and influence that it seems no drug-related media frenzy could ever stop this movement.
Madiba has gone. What remains now of our dreams of freedom…What happened to our ethical imagination? Where did our revolution go? But let us not forget that it is a human being taking leave…A lawyer. A strategist, for sure, but a man of principle. A charmer…A humanist. A chief. A visionary. A king. We need, first of all, to bow our heads and be silent. To be proud that we could be part of those who lived at a time when Nelson Rolihlahla (“he who shakes the branches”) Mandela still walked the earth…luckily he was too old and weak to realize what his party had been turned into! Of course, he had been a politician as well. He had tasted power, he allowed himself to be manipulated, he looked the other way when his comrades started indulging in an orgy of greed, he could be arrogant…let time do the sorting out…Let us…make as if we don’t notice the vultures tearing one another apart for the strips of moral authority still to be torn from the deceased one, for the money to be made from one man’s long life of struggle on behalf of all of us. And let us spare a thought for this old warrior who made us believe, however briefly, that we are capable of living up to the good in us…He honoured us. Hamba kahle, Nkos’…