Guest Post: Bruce Du Bourg Bruce and I became family when he married my sister-in-law Katherines sister. Scattered around the world, I havent got to see him that much but do receive his annual update letter which he and Caroline send to friends and family. Their daughter is the proud owner of one of the most infectious smiles ever to have graced the planet. He is a happy guy and has an interesting perspective on things. We both ended up up going down the financial and business route in our studies, overlapping a little in one of the courses. Bruces guest post looks into and out of that world. A young man named Simon plays diligently on his mbira near the parking lot machine of an upmarket shopping centre in Northern Johannesburg. From what I can tell, hes quite skillful, as his fingers dance magically between the rigid wires to generate the musical notes that reverberate inside the belly of the instrument. To me, the only problem is that an mbira is about as musical as the sound made by a rusty tin cup that is being rattle against the bars of a cold prison cell gate. Somehow, Simon does not share the same opinion as me as he watches the numerous other shoppers that scuttle guiltily passed Simons decidedly empty hat. Every day, Simon works tirelessly at trying to become the best mbira player in the district, while the only members of the public that seem to care are those that drop money into his hat as a donation of pity. While Simon may be incredibly talented, I fear that he may have chosen to play most of his golf from under the lip of fairway bunkers, setting up with leafy trees between him and the target, while his only club is an old fashioned gooseneck putter that his uncle used to chase away snakes... swartdonkey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/simon-mbira-player-by-bruce-du-bourg.html
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 09:25:46 +0000
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