Rodney Seale won't approve

In retrospective anticipation of Krizz's post on Die Taaldebat, I needed to stay with the theme and share another playlist of mine. My apologies (not really). If you want a true assessment of Afrikaans music, go read this excellent snotstorie on watkykjy... it summarises the nauseating pain I experience every time I inadvertently switch on the TV and some CD entitled "Kielie My Mielie" or "Boks Is Bok Ou Bal" is being advertised. When that happens, even if it's only a glance, it's usually too late and the goatse effect takes hold. You cannot shake it, and you're worse for it.

The traumatising effect of these ads made me realise I need to find an outlet to deal with the agony, before it consumes me. So I created a playlist, call it an Anti-Sokkie playlist, which follows the same format: the bad puns, the chauvinist sexual innuendos, the promise that you'll really like dancing to this, and turns it inwards. I needed to find the yin to the yang, the Darth to the Anakin, the Wings of Desire to the City of Angels, to re-establish balance. I needed a serum to apply when Such a Thing appeared. I needed something to listen to, to exorcise the voices in my head.

I was further inspired by a story Thespian once told me about his ex-boss who holds dinner parties with very important guests and then puts on grating, discomforting music in the background to watch their reactions while he's happily chatting away. My hero.

I had one very important criterion for the playlist: I had to choose songs I really like; music I find beautiful. Otherwise there would be no redeeming effect to cleanse the filth.

As the seal, the final talisman, I made the CD cover below. Just in case I need to give it to someone as a present...


PS: Most excellent albums of the week:

• Balkan Beat Box - Balkan Beat Box
• Explosions in the Sky - How Strange, Innocence