The Market Theatre and The Jazz of Thunder

If you look at the biog and pics  page of the website  you’ll see myself  in 1986 at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.  It was a rehearsal for my first play.    I have dreadlocks and I’m wearing a T shirt with the words  Free Nelson Mandela Non Stop Picket 1986. The picket was at The South African Embassy in London’s Trafalgar square where, aptly,  Antony Gormley’s  profound 4th Plinth was  launched this week.

I remember a play from that era called Woza Albert.  It was south africa’s most explosive and successful piece of theatre.  Here I am over 20 years later in Johannesburg in an apartment two streets  from where Mandela lives  and performing   Something
 at South Africa’s most famed theatre space  The Market Theatre   where Woza
Albert  was first performed.

Kippies, the nightclub is next door. It was my true introduction to Jo’burger fifteen years ago when I first came to perform.  It’s where  I met my close friend  Magesh who came to the theatre tonight.  Kippies –  I would be wistful if I had the right –  was a   downtown down home jazz club. Any night you could see a world class South African Jazz player playing for a drink after having performed at some glitzy high rolling ceremony at an upscale venue in town.

In Kippies  guns were passed under table and gold toothed smiles above.  The gangster sat next to the musicians and both chased the international model who was in town for a photoshoot and wanted some nightlife. A place for a poet.  Kippies –  straight out of a Walter Mosely novel. ‘cept those harlem bars have long since gone. I saw Morgan Freeman there one time, kicking back after a days filming.  It was black it was coloured it was white. It is where blood boiled through the gut of  saxophone and sprayed itself in rainbows through sultry low lights.

Kippies stayed open  for sunrise. Man I have had some good nights in that club.  The energy that year after Mandela was freed was electric. The play, my play tonight,  was too and the thanks I received from men and women  afterwards was breath taking.  Film makers, an ex director of SABC, clothing designer for Mandela,  Sonwabile, poet  Lesego Rampolokeng, the head of arts and culture for Johannesburg Steve Sack and so many more came. The theatre was full.  What a brilliant job the British Council have done.  

Afterwards Lesego  rolls over to me “my braatha my braatha….” he smiles wide and looks to the moon. He is a born poet. He’s travelled the world as poet and we have known each other a good fifteen years. Tonight  is his  birthday and both he and his friend are going
to get right royally drunk. We laugh outside the theatre. The full moon drinks us in. My time in South Africa has been like those old days. There’s love and vibe. I can feel the buzz around the  play. I know how critical and articulate the South African artists are. World class.  

So I concentrate. I rehearse. I focus.    You may ask yourself why after twenty years is any of this a surprise to me. It isn’t. But success is to be savoured like  failure.  I write here in this blog   testament to the power of art to transform. I am no fool. I am not blinded by the lights of the stage like a rabbit in the headlights.  I am a working writer and performer.   The stage is the end game of the most incredible and life affirming process. I must take Something Dark to New York.

Life affirmed and outside the theatre under a  full moon the audience pour  out.  A woman
came to me –  a writer of many books  – her eyes filled with tears. “may I hug you”   she said  and then with her hand on my shoulder  “I am writing my own story.  At last.” She said wiping tears away.   “it is called Swallowing Thunder.”  

6 thoughts on “The Market Theatre and The Jazz of Thunder

  1. amazing blogs from SA, I can almost feel the sweat of Kippies.
    keep making us proud braatha
    habesha woman

  2. Lemn, I love your description, the way you capture the energy of that night, goosebumpy, ahh, the Market Theatre…electric, sweet memories. Makes me want to return speedily and hug the country of my birth, place of eternal hope…

  3. Dear Lemn
    Uyayishaya intoyakho…Well done. i am not sure if you remember the couple that came to ask for your autograph after your show at The market theatre, we then told you that we are getting married in November and you wished us well and told us to read Invisible kisses. We both loved it and we would like to ask for your permission to print it for our invited guests as a thank you gesture?

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