WAKE UP TO THE WORLD - 19 JUNE 2010- BRIDGE DINNER

Whew!
We spend Saturday with my family in an early celebration of Father's day. We get back to Joburg round 6ish. After our ridiculously late night at Hotbox Anja decides she's too exhausted to make the night's party, “Wake Up to the World”. We grab some sushi, Anja heads home and I head into the CBD to try find the Bridge Dinner. I get a little lost, but a phone call from Claud remind me that the start of the Nelson Mandela Bridge splits Juta street in half. A couple minutes later I'm there.
Bridge dinner is cool. Pretty tiny but cool. There's a huge screen and Aragorn's already hooked up the projector so I can head outside, hang with the band and high five my few friends that didn't ghey out and stay at home. Fast forward 3 hours and The Mirrors are all set and ready to start. Jason starts the initial loop of “Forked tongue” and excited as we are about the set we're about to play, I don't think any of us have the faintest idea of the sheer awesomeness that's about to go down.

There's this “funky” disco light randomly throwing multi coloured squares all over the screen, but Aragorn dispatches it as quickly as he would a midget orc. We're playing on the ground with the crowd. I'm struggling to find somewhere to stand that doesn't block the projector or one of the band members, but by the first rock out part of the set I've come to terms with the fact that I'll be running around in front of them for the most of the set. Every time there's a flash of Metropolis cityscape or machinery, the origami cranes at the end of Jason's guitar strings burn perfect little shadows into the bottom of the screen. Shannon's going nuts. Matthew's going nuts. I'm going nuts. Out of the corner of my eye I'm catching individuals in the crowd going nuts, but mostly they're just staring. By the time this first song ends the modest little roomful of people explode into noisy appreciation. And it feel like after every song that explosion just gets a little more powerful.
By the end of the set the the audience's explosion has me grinning like a total idiot. I've just been through one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had playing video, and hearing this little gathering of people loving it so much is just too beautiful for words. I feel like I'm going to faint. I shakily pack up my gear and head outside to catch some air.
To put it bluntly, Night Sky Empires are, in my opinion, the most exciting new band to come out of Gauteng in the past year. Sounding wildly diverse for a band that only use a drum kit, a bass and a guitar, they veer between Oxes-style heavy distortion and dancey bit with crystalline guitar not too unlike early foals. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I can't help but hear traces of Kidofdoom's fists-in-the-air euphoria rearing it's head. Before they start their second last song Thato shuffles up to the much neglected mic stand: “This is a post rock song”. It's fucking beautiful.
Asqus is playing next, but sadly I need to get home. I grab my gear between fanning out on The Empires. Drive home, bust a shower, climb into bed, read an issue of Phonogram Singles Club and fall asleep one of the happiest boys in the city.

We try go to Wolves but they're closed, so instead we settle for Tea and French Pie at Patrick's place.
Surprisingly the pies are pretty delicious.
We rock an episode of 6 Feet Under. Colin comes by and we start watching the hilarious horror that is Turkish Star Wars. “Shot” in 1982 this film (actually called The Man who saved the world), shamelessly stole footage from Star Wars and music from Indiana Jones. The story however is completely different; while Star Wars revolves around a small group of various aliens fighting against a racist human empire, in Turkish Star Wars the protagonists are human bastards going around tearing heads of aliens and ripping them in half with their bare hands.
While initially hilarious, the film proved far to much for our non-Turkish minds to handle and we had to skip through an hour of it just to see the climactic end battle and final words of wisdom.
This time on Monday morning I'll be posting a very excited episode of Good Weekend. For now I'd like to invite you to join me in some of the adventures that will form this good weekend.
Woah! This really was a really good weekend.
As the creative/ comedic genius behind the first two Monkey Island games, Day of the Tentacle and Full Throttle, Tim Schafer made some of my favourite games of the 90ies. Now he's made one of my favourites of this era.
Brutal Legend is a total gem. Looses all the crap that ties other games down, creates an unrepresentedly insane fantasy world, mashes up RPG, Racing, Strategy and 3rd person hack and slash games into one incredible, funny, addictive package. This is totally why I'm so excited for what games can one day become. Something that's such an artistic achievement, that re-appropriates popular culture in this totally new way, shatters the conventions of a bunch of genres and is all the while damn fun to experience. It's awesome.
I've subsecuently also fallen in love with Scott Campbell, the game's art director.
The tiniest ones now recognise that you exsist and don't just stare ahead with dead zombie eyes anymore.
This guy wouldn't sit still, but he looked like Yoda's furry, ginger cousin.
There were also badass new older kittens.
And a giant remote controlled robot.
And a lolzarific new sign.
We avoided the comic store and went home. Anja rocked a nap and I packed my stuff and headed through to the Bellavista for "Above Us Only Sky".
The End.