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You arrive in this place called nekkies, its already dark and tents still need to be erected. You do it quick cause the band is playing it is a reggae band and the calmest one for the weekend, except maybe for spinnekop.

You walk over stones and grassland to the stage with two big screens, you arrive and the band is finished. You stand around for a while, some take a smoke, others a sip. A band called Velve fills the stage, a random scream here and there, spoils a very good show. Some likes it, others don’t, that’s life.

The children van die donker the Goth bad awakening is next, they play stuff that heavy and dark. But to you it makes no sense, but others bangs the heads, and go crazy.

Your drink is empty and refill is in order, you find the tent and fill’em up, just to here Lark starting in the background. You make the effort to reach the stage, the high pitch notes and turn table sounds fill the air, with a realness like only Lark can provide. Now the bands are done and the rave will start so you rather go sit at the tent and drink your way into further darkness.

You drink until random songs get sung, people shout from tents and fall over their feet. You say enough is enough and the Boeing has landed, you find your way to your tent, before you can count to three.

The morning breaks like a fart against your head. You crawl out of your tent like a baby out of a womb and you walk to find the umbilical cord. You eat at a stone table and talk to drunken folks.

The destruction of the wind is clearly visible, the tents are flat on the ground, like people who a night to long,

You sit around in the sun, and wait for meaning, a band with meaning. You hear hip hop, but you feel nothing. Its only when a Spinnekop crawls onto the stage that you awake. You stand infront of the stage and listen to the words that flows from the mouth of Gian Groen.

The Groen called for the rain and it came, you skarrel back to your tent to refill your dop and to find yourself a top. You pull one over,and go back for more metal. You stand under a tree for the rain makes one wet, you hear several bands and seee several drunk people. You try to drink to warm up, but the rain sticks everywhere.

You see many bands that is not at all bad,

12th avenue makes you think of good charlotte. A Afrikaans metal band called Mind Assaaultt provides you with many smiles, they are not to bad at all.

But then its time for the band all,or most have been waiting for, the crowd shouts fokof with the last song of twelve avenue the people crawl from their little holes to come see what the commotion is all about.

When they start everything blurs, they question of the end of this tangent universe arises, and it feels like the weekend is only starting now. The mosh pit is crazy the crowd sings along, the fokofpolisiekar is ending is it for more than a while? The show was great like it always is, a brilliant swanesang for a brilliant band. They finish they are gone, you decide it is time to go home and sulk further.

A great chapter in Afrikaans, South African music was closed on that night, a rainy night, for the angels were crying for the end of a era. Now its in the hands of bands like, Foto Na Dans en Sondag Sensasie to continue Fokof’s work and make Afrikaans the language that rocks.

Vaarwel aan die bende, julle ouens het gerock, julle het ons velore afrikaanse jeug die pad meer buister laat raak, maar in die proses het ons onsself en baie meer gevind. FOKOFPOLISIEKAR.

Christo Swart AKA boom

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