The much anticipated Annual Beach Party took place at Cecil Oldridge Park, Vanderbijlpark. The dooh which was hosted by Masia Sound Productions wooed a large crowd most obviously our youth. After the Vaal Uprising Rally, we (me and the media entourage) decided to make way to the venue to see what the hype is all about.
THE ENVIRONMENT
As it is a norm that at such events stampede is expected this was no different as we struggled to find parking with fans being on their best behaviour especially up-on noticing the men in blue perhaps it was not yet 'mad' time.
Finally when we found parking, we had to walk an extra mile to the VIP entrance only to find there's one which we passed as a result of an unhelpful guard.
PERFORMANCES
The performances by All Star DJ Cleo (who earlier performed at the Vaal Uprising Rally), Wright Ngubeni and Zenzo Ngqobe (both of Rhythm City) with their groups, L-Tido, Kuli Chana, DJ Fresh, Euphonik and Ralf Gum were phenomenal. Speedy sent the crowd wild but it was sad to note that not even a single song he performed were his, how hard can it get in order to be creative? I heard one patron asking ''Are we in the States?''
The Miss Tropika Pageant was a real beauty with contestants strutting their stuff to the crowd cheers and fantasies. The friendly faces complemented everything and being served by a lady in a bikini is without a doubt enticing.
PS: Don't ask to see a journo's VIP armband when s/he orders drink that's unless you want to kiss your precious job goodbye!
DOWNWARD SPIRAL
In the evening a group of journalists and photographers had a stand-off with the securities as they forbade them access to the VVIP section citing their accreditation as being invalid and an armband required to go through. Isaac Masia, CEO Masia Sound Productions who was backstage had to be called, only to resurface an hour later demanding press cards to be presented and went further with instruction that whoever doesn't have an armband must be escorted off the section.
A lady who declined to divulge her name except that she was Isaac's PA boldly told one of the journo's companions that the drink he was sipping is strictly for the VVIP, Duh!
I was later surprised to spot strange faces in the so-called VVIP sections with media accreditations around their necks with a weed pot 'puffing and passing'. Not even one of my media colleagues could recognize or knew them. Could this be a matter of freebies to friends and family from the organiser's part or worse still municipality?
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