Parlotones at Kirstenbosch

As promised (although I’m not sure by whom, to whom), we headed out into the blisteringly hot February sunshine to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens to see the ever-popular and completely sold-out Parlotones.

I was disappointed. They weren’t up to their usual standard and they were much, much smaller than I remember them. This could have been because we were sat so far back with a million* people and a small forest between us and them. Or it could have been because they had shrunk and weren’t as good as before.
Thanks to several beers and a mild case of heatstroke, the  jury is still out on that one. 

Thankfully, as ever, it was less about the music and more about the idle chatter, the free-flowing alcohol and the people watching. And so we chatted, drank and people watched, including Faceless pandas, Camps Bay queens, Posing dudes and Schalk Burger and Andries Bekker.
And I couldn’t resist one more quick shot for my Sunsets and Skyscapes set.

More pictures in the Parlotones – Feb 09 flickr set.

 Next week, Arno Carstens. Bigger, better and something else beginning with B.

 * teeny exaggeration.

5 thoughts on “Parlotones at Kirstenbosch

  1. I honestly do not see the appeal of that band.
    But yeah, the best part about Kirstenbosch is that the bands don’t really matter, they’re just the background accompaniment to the fun.

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  2. Goblin > I think they’re a very good band. It’s just that they weren’t very good yesterday.
    But, as you point out, that’s not really a problem.

  3. I saw them in London in a tiny venue and it rocked. Literally. The floor was bouncing up and down. They don’t really seem like the chilled out Kirstenbosch sundowner type band to me though.

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  4. Po > Kirstenbosch isn’t as chilled out as it was. My wedding put paid to that.
    No, there’s young, bouncy, shouty types down the front, bouncing and shouting.
    And me at the back, grumbling cos I can’t hear.

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