Have you heard that one? Not? Well, OK, technically 5 Ryneveld is not a bar. But last night these two musos were there. And not only were they there, they were there for free. You could walk in, park your butt down, and just watch. No ticket, no booking, nada.
So why was the venue so empty? I mean, there I had some serious talent and music history barely five metres away from me and uhm … pretty much had the venue to myself, barring a friend and a table of six okes in the corner. Yet for some obscure reason, tickets to go and see (sometimes even mediocre) international acts at stupefying prices sell like hot cakes. Oh, and did I mention that said mahala gig was also roughly two hours long?
Tangled Pretzel 