A while ago, in July 2007, we decided to fly up to Durban for our first official Captain Stu tour – we stayed there for about a week, had 6 crazy shows and met more awesome people than we knew what to do with. Scratch that. The people we met were so awesome that they made our home town look like a den of spiteful rapists and it wasn’t long before our hearts were pining over the glory of the 031, Stone City. We’ve since had to make many a return trip to quell our fiery thirst for all that Durban has to offer.
In July 2011, almost exactly 4 years later, we decided to make the latest of such pilgrimages, leaving Cape Town on Friday afternoon for one hell of a weekend. First off, we did a DJ set at a new place called Vibe Bar, which was pretty cool – especially after they gave us a bottle of Jonny Walker, a few beers and a little green stuff for our troubles. Our troubles (for Friday night at least) didn’t end with the DJ set, of course. Once we’d finished up, half the band headed to a City Bowl Mizers show while the other half headed to The Pub (The Winston, for the uninitiated) to continue an epic, epic, epic party. We left the Winston at around 6 and carried on partying at Sweet Lu’s place till around 10. Those at the City Bowl gig didn’t fare much better, apparently Ryan spent the night/morning passed out under a tree in the middle of a field… but nevermind that.
Saturday afternoon saw us doing a short rehearsal at the Smelly Orange studio (thanks Steve and Skeg!), rocking a massive steak braai and then heading to Unit 11 to do soundcheck for our show. And what a show it was. We had 3 absolutely CLASS acts opening for us (Bad Murphy, Black Math and of course, Fruits and Veggies) who slapped the crowd around good and proper before we had a chance to pick up an instrument! By the time we got on stage, there was drool and sweat pretty much all over the dancefloor – and we did our best to add to the mess with a long and tiring set including one or two new songs we’ve been working on. Once we were done, we headed BACK to the Winston to go through the official lockdown afterparty which ended at around 9:30 the next morning. I wish the story ended here, of course, but it didn’t. The rest of Sunday was filled with more beer, a few arrests for “Breach of the Peach” and “Swimming in a restricted area” (pronounce in Afrikaans and Indian accent respectively) a few bunny chows, another City Bowl Mizers show, this time with our friends from Good Luck and, to cap it all off in proper style, a night at Madame Zingara’s (Thanks Olivia!) followed by a skate competition on the beachfront which started just after midnight and ended at around 3. By the time we got to the airport at 6:30 Monday morning, we were worn and tired, but happier than we’ve been in a long time. Thanks to everyone who made this weekend such a bad-ass extravaganza: Taryn, Marty, Meaty 1, Lu, Matt, Steve, Skeg, Olivia, Purity, Gay Ray, Loopy, Bali Mike – the list is endless, so if we left you out… DEAL WITH IT!
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