Firstly, let me get it this out of the way. I was an Oppikoppi Virgin, but I’m not anymore. Yes, I have never before been to South Africa’s greatest music festival, but this does not however mean that I am a newbie in the entertainment world. I have been to more gigs, shows and festivals than I can remember.
Here are more reasons that I’m not an Oppikoppi Virgin anymore…
I’ve done the whole shebang from playing in a band myself to organising tours. Furthermore, I have roughed it in informal settlements for months in African countries. I’ve done survivor camps, rock climbing, river rafting on the Zambezi and many other extreme fun events. I’ve even gone shopping in Menlyn during the school holidays. So of course I was prepared for Oppikoppi.
Yeah right. The sheer magnitude of the festival almost overwhelmed me. To see thousands upon thousands of people from such a diverse cultural spectrum all together for one event was amazing. From the white Rasta to the black punk, the boerseun in khakis and a Fokofpolisiekar T-shirt to the poppie trading her Sandton-manicure for hippie-pants and a MK-cap… To be frank, I can go see bands any time I want, but to live the experience of Oppikoppi is, evidently, much more than just the music.
Read the rest of my review, check out BaasDeBeer’s Blog.
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