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The BedRock Diary 2002

The Lad's from BedRock would like to wish everyone a

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Thanks for all your support over the past year and we hope you have a wonderful 2003.

Saturday 5 October 2002

Today marked the occasion of one of the really big annual social events in our small haven, that of the Rugby Club's yearly Oxbraai, Beerfest and Potjiekos competition - and what a party it always turns out to be!

This year the local outfits, ourselves and Snoblind, had the daytime slots in the beer tent and, with the weather playing along sublimely and an excellent number of entrants for the potjiekos competition, the scene was set for another great day. Unsurprisingly the festive spirit had taken hold early, with the ox-braaing crew having kicked off their arduous duties at 04h00!! After a round of lively disco music from our Snoblind brothers, Bedrock kicked off the live sets and soon had people scampering for ear protection or reveling in to clear the wax from their ears. As we have always said, if we're too loud then you're way tooooo old! After a set of Bedrockin' rhythms we gave over to Snoblind for an hour of their unique sound before regaining the stage for our second, and final, set. With about half of our material being original from our forthcoming release the good folk of Oranjemund got a glimpse of what's in store for them shortly. Then it was back to packing the Combi and retreating into the Saturday afternoon sunshine to return to our studio activities. Chat again soon.

Sunday 22 September 2002

Ah, a Sunday afternoon gig at the Golf Club - what could be better? Not much I hear you say…actually, you sound like us. So there we were, setting up for a 4:00 pm start to the day's gig. The golfing asses were all there, exhausted after two days golf in the local Open championships. With prize-giving and nosh out of the way it was Bedrock's turn to putt a few numbers. Driving off with the full team playing their parts in Handle With Care and then into Rickshaw Baby Blues, the field quickly thinned as those who are too old wiltered under the aural assault of the band. As always, however, it was the survival of the fittest and, as we kicked off the second set, the fittest were coming to the fore. What a delight to see the ruling "Party Animal", Uncle Bob, leading the onslaught as his nimble footedness continued to amaze even those thirty years his junior! With such an inspiring figure present the folk had no option but to follow suit. The band took quite a few short putts of pumpelmussen and the third set really rocked with the flavours of Quo, U2, Clapton and, of course, Bedrock originals. On into the night we went until even the die-hards had run out of steam. With barman Billy looking totally "klapped" Bassman and Plonker joined in a couple of mid-evening toasts before climbing into the gigmobile and drifting off into the night. Thanks Golf Club. Thanks Nashua. Thanks Oranjemund. See you next time.

Saturday 31 August 2002

There we were having a delightfully quiet (if that’s possible with this band!), laid-back and soothing afternoon to the equally dulcet tones of the Band In The Sand when what happens? Yes, you’ve guessed it – Oranjemund’s most senior party animal gate crashes the party in the guise of none other than Prospector Bob. There’s an old adage than life begins at 40. Well, let the B.I.T.S (Clever hey? Stands for the Band In The Sand) tell you that, according to Prospector Bob, life beings, also, at 51…51...52...and so on. Once again evidence that you can’t hold a good Scotsman down! Anyway, with Prospector Bob leading the charge, ably supported by our town’s own air guitar champion, Johnny MacPlant, the whole vibe was transformed into a mega-party scene, even though the audience were but few (well, less than usual) in number. Uta and Christo Don had done their thing with the catering and, for those who were there, there was to be no holding back on festivities. And so another hugely successful Bedrock gig at The Don came to pass thanks, once again, to our wonderful group of supporters. “Party Animal Of The Day” was unanimously presented to Prospector Bob who had left all other age groups in his wake and set a standards which will not be easily matched. Take it awa, Bob…

10 August 2002 – BEDROCK Take “Silver”!!

At last, the weekend we’d been waiting for had finally arrived – time to set off for Keetmanshoop to take up the challenge of the “Battle Of The Bands” competition.
Hell, we didn’t even know if there’d be prizes but the sponsors name certainly appealed to our sense of values – South African Breweries! Friday afternoon, shortly after one, the depleted BEDROCK line-up consisting of Bassman, Leadman and Drumman all squeezed into Bassman’s beaten-up old Toyota double cab and hit the road. With the engine down on power and a headwind of some appreciation, we travelled sedately for 90 kilometres along the Orange River before negotiating Sendlingsdrif gate and “gooi-ing” a left turn past the windy and sandy wastes of Rosh Pinah and Skorpion, on and on towards that mecca of the Namid Desert – "Aus". Actually, there was some debate along the way as to whether we should take the short cut via Goageb but we don’t believe in heading for places whose names we can’t pronounce! Strangely enough, the bakkie (4 x 4 LDV vehicle for those of you who don’t know what a “bakkie” is) started to pick up speed and with the light traffic and improved road conditions steady progress was made along the 180 kilometre route from Rosh Pinah to Aus.

Upon our approach to Aus the trip’s first real bit of excitement occurred when Bassman’s foot stamped the brake pedal to the floor without any response! Undaunted our intrepid driver gooi-ed (there’s that word again!) into a neat four wheel left hand slide and managed to keep it all on the road. As we gingerly pulled into the Aus petrol station (actually, rural toilet with a petrol pump outside would be a better description!) an inspection confirmed the worst – a stone or something similar had severed the rear brake pipe and all that precious life-saving liquid had trickled away into the sand. Aus is not a great place to brake down (excuse the pun!), especially on a Friday afternoon and there was zero chance of a mechanic putting in an appearance. No matter – we’d press on with the handbrake. Carefully. And that’s what we did, reaching the venue – Lafenis Rest Camp – shortly after dark.

Our “chalet” was ready and waiting and we soon found our hostesses, Cindy and Astrid. The good folk of Keetmanshoop were already getting into party mode and Leon and Landy were doing a great job keeping the outdoor dance floor occupied with their own brand of “langarm” music. With our throats caked with the dry, dehydrating dust of the desert we forced ourselves into the bar to apply some balm to our parched throats. The balm didn’t have an immediate effect and we, unfortunately, had to keep applying it just to make sure that our throats would recover before the following day’s musical demands. Still, we eventually found our way into the restaurant for three awesome fillet steaks accompanied by a really crap bottle of red wine. Cost enuff but it wasn’t a good choice.

It was at this stage that we started to get a bit nervous about what equipment would be provided for the gig – we had, after all, been told it would all be there and we were just to bring our guitars. Our frowns quickly turned into mild panic when we realised that our “sound engineer” for the occasion thought a backline was a part of the Springbok rugby team! Backline? Eh, what’s that? Yeah, right. Okay, have you got guitar amps and drums? Blank stare. No sweat, Bedrock is, if nothing else, inventive. Fortunately, an old friend, Theo, came to the rescue and managed to scrap together the bare essentials to help it all to come together and, by the next morning, we had organised a really, ropey drum kit which resembled a health hazard and the rest…well..sorry, guys, you’ll just have to make do with what’s available.

Just after morn had broken it, was also into town for quick running repairs to the bakkie’s brakes and then back to Lafenis where, just for the fun of it, we “volunteered” to go up first. We still didn’t know how many bands were to participate as the numbers drifted from 6 to 8 and back to 7. Anyway, we got down to doing what we do best and kicked off with “Rockin’ All Over The World”, “La Grange”, Rock ‘n Roll Man”, “Nothin’ Worries Me”, “Mobile Party”, “All The Small Things” and “Babbelas Blues”. The size of the audience grew whilst we played and people were clearly enjoying the set, a mixture of originals and covers. Then the other guys followed until the rugby game between South Africa and New Zealand forced a break in proceedings. After the game, we went up again to perform another three songs in the final round of judging. This time it was “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”, “Brown Eyed Girl” and “Don’t Waste My Time”. Finally, it was time for the results. Keetmans “Just You Three” placed third, ourselves second and the Canyon Delta Blues Band, an amalgamation of Cape Town musicians (vocalist & keyboard player from the Delta Blues Band) and their Namibian host taking top spot. Well done, guys. We’ll see you in Cape Town sometime!

We were still slobbering over our N$1000 cheque and five cases of beer when we were dragged off for an “exclusive” interview with the Namibian Broadcasting Corporation’s television crew. They asked for ten minutes and we, despite all the pressures, gave them thirty. Who says that we don’t care about our image? Anyhow, it’s promised that we will appear on the NBC television programme, “Tutaleni”, on Thursday, 22 August, 2002, at 20:30 (local time). So, if you’re bored and want to get a glimpse of how bad things could get in Oranjemund, check this programme out! By now both Kenny and Eddie were ailing from oncoming influenza bouts so it was an early night for all – especially our Bassman who’d been kicked out of Mountain Man’s chalet. (He’d only gone there to help them reduce the booze load as the structure was groaning from overweight!).

Sunday morning dawned and we soon got on the road to Astrid’s marvellous roadhouse 50 klik’s outside Keetmans at the Fish River where a heart breakfast was served us. Thanks, Astrid, your hospitality’s always been the best. With a monster tailwind and some serious sandstorms blowing fiercely all the way our intrepid band were back in Oranjemund just after lunchtime ion Sunday. What an experience, and weekend, it had been. To all those folks we met and whose company we enjoyed – thanks tremendously for your hospitality and support. We look forward to doing it all again soon. And to Keetmans – keep rockin’ – it’s the only way to survive!

Friday 12 July 2002

The week started off anything but well when our intrepid Bassman was confined to bed for four days with a serious dose of 'flu and bronchitis. Four days, he figured, would be long enough to drive the dreaded "lurgy" from his tormented frame but, despite following Doctor's orders, he still didn't feel that great come the day. Nevertheless, he figured that a day at the office may settle things down. Wrong again! No matter - the show had to go on! That evening the band set up again at the local Bowling Club for the Mother of all parties - Jillie-Beans' 50th. And if there's anyone who knows how to party, it's our Jillie-Beans. This is why the gig was so important to the band - apart from the fact that it had been booked for ages and, hey, JB is one of our all-time favourite groupies. The gathering was like a mini-Woodstock, such was the variety of clans that descended on the venue. Friends and family from today and days of yore, old faces, young faces, old friends, new acquaintances - they were all there. The formalities were dealt with early and quickly, including a fine speech from the Party Girl and a bout of fantastic snacks from a spread fit for a King - or Queen! Knowing that this would be a grand party the band kicked off at full tilt - no messin' about on occasions like this! It didn't take long for the band and the guests to gather a head of steam and rock 'n roll took over. With the first set out of the way the band took a brief respite before kicking in again for the second one. By now everyone was in the party groove and, despite the cold night air outside, the temperature indoors was rising. Second set out of the way and things were looking promising - until disaster struck. I suppose it had to happen sometime after 81 uninterrupted gigs - a member of the band broke down. Yep, 'fraid so...with the dreaded influenza regaining itself within his sweating body, our Bassman surrendered to the illness which had claimed him again. Typical bass player - always looking for an early evening or attention. They're worst than bloody drummers. If that's possible. Anyway, with the midnight hour still sixty minutes off the band had to declare that their run, for that particular night, had come to an end. To all those folks who were in attendance, particularly the Birthday Girl, humble apologies for the premature ending to the evening in terms of the "live" music. You are thanked most sincerely for your understanding and patience - believe me, it had to have been pretty serious for BEDROCK not to see a night through, believe us! We'll make up for it soon - promise.

Since then Bassman has made a steady recovery and should be ready to rock again any day now. See you then!

Friday 05 July 2002

It may have been a misty and cold mid-winter's evening but there was no holding the BEDROCK three-some (remember - Mike's away studying) back on such an auspicious occasion. (Pretty big word, hey?). Anyway, the event had been arranged to mark the departure from our fair little oasis of some real BEDROCK stalwarts - Brown Man and his family. These are guys who are "Party Animals" in the fullest sense of the world with constitutions that would impress any raver. Especially at their ages!! Mike, that is. Don't worry, Jo - we know that you've still got youth on your side! We expected this gig to be memorable, not only for the departure of the Browns but, also, because the band were coming out as a trip and were also parading their new backline gear for the first time. As if that wasn't enough excitement, the "cherry on the cake" came in the form of a guest appearance by the young "Mister Saxman" himself, Dan Shout. The venue was the local Bowling Club which is always convenient, just being across the road from the vaunted Dining Room Studios site. The formalities were duly completed before the band kicked into gear and it wasn't too long before the revelers hit the dance floor. Suddenly the winter chills and stiffness were forgotten as the good folk of Oranjemund started to rock. Some of the ladies of town were gracious to come forth to offer their vocal backing talents to such standards as Mustang Sally and, of course, sax, guitar and drum solos there were aplenty. And so another noteworthy evening was chalked up in the life of the "Band In The Sand". To the Browns - go well and keep checking our website to stay current with what we're up to. And, to the rest of our Oranjemunders - thanks for the support...we're looking forward to seeing you all again soon.

Saturday 01 June 2002 - 80th GIG!!

Well, after last Saturday's confusion this, in terms of arrangements, was much safer territory to venture into - back to the good, old Don for our long-awaited 80th gig. And what an event it turned out to be. The weather was a bit patchy and a tad chilly but that didn't prevent the fan club from rolling in, even though many were suffering the effects of a late night with the Brown Man the previous night. Not only was it great to see all our usual mob but, hey, there were even a couple of unexpected surprises in the shape of Rosh Pinah's Ozzie Osbourne lookalike, Keef you-know-who. With face paint, glossed and glittered fingernails and long hair flowing freely, Ozzie really added to the atmosphere as he "moshed" the afternoon away. It was great, also, to see a few new faces to Oranjemund taking their first peak - or slightly more - at a BEDROCK gig. And, hey, even Doctor Ruth made it to her first BEDROCK showing - enjoy the CD, 'T' shirt and stickers, Ruth...your life will never be the same again! To the rest of you whom we didn't get to welcome personally - Welcome one and all - we look forward to enjoying your company for as long as we're around! Anyway, we kicked off the first set with most of our older stuff, flashback material to the sixties and seventies mainly - all the old standards like "Black Magic Woman" and "I Shot The Sheriff". Then, when it came to the second set, we really threw down the gauntlet by playing a full set of original BEDROCK songs, 9 from our forthcoming CD release and 3 from our last release, RECOVERY. Pleasingly the material was well received by the audience who should have all the songs in their ears by the time we get to release them. And, of course, what would a BEDROCK gig be without the usual shenanigans??? There were, predictably, the usually enthusiastic audience participation sequences. The adjudication of the "Party Animal Of The Day" awards were easier than had been anticipated, mainly due to the fact that many of the usual contestants were partied out from the previous night. In the end there could only be two winners - Ozzie Osbourne (who promptly downed his valuable prize of a bottle of Apple Sours) and Brown Man who didn't do quite as well although his bottle was also emptied. It just took about 10 mouths and an hour to drain it!! Glad you guys enjoyed the treat and sipped at your leisure!! Eventually it was time to "cool strings" again after a highly entertaining afternoon. We trust that you all enjoyed the music, the fun and the general atmosphere and please all come back again! 'Til then - keep on rockin'.

Saturday 25 May 2002

This must surely rate as one of our finest gigs - totally fault free. No hint even of a missed note, wrong chord or dropped drumstick. No sign of an audience beside itself with joy and admiration. No screaming chicks chasing after the bakkie, no paparazzi, no Police escorts, no souvenir vendors, no television crews...in fact, no anything! Point is, you see, we didn't even get to play! Like I said - an error-free BEDROCK gig. Problem was that, having driven ourselves through to that Wildest of Wild West towns - Rosh Pinah - we were politely informed by our local "agent" that the venue had been double-booked. Whilst we were supposed to play an evening gig there, a potjiekos competition had taken precedence during the afternoon. And those folk weren't going anywhere - in fact, they even had a one, maybe two, member "band" there getting ready to wind-up on the "langarm" music. The whole thing was nothing short of a scandal and was tantamount, we suppose, to Aerosmith being told they couldn't play a venue because Smokie were already there! But, being the good humoured band that we are, we agreed to follow our "agent" 20 kilometres north of Rosh Pinah to the Skorpion mine where we were shown a substantial air-conditioned marquee. Our "agent" told us could gig there for the mine construction workers if we wanted. This was when we decided that the goalposts had been moved a little too laterally - 20 kilometres, in fact! Sorry, Big62, there's one thing BEDROCK has always been good at and that's knowing what niche market they appeal to it and that wasn't it. Having taken the decision to withdraw from this particular campaign the BEDROCKERS headed off to the Rosh Pinah club where a couple of quick Tafels soon soften the blow of this non-gig. Actually, to tell you the truth, we all enjoyed the trip, had quite a few laughs along the way and, in the end, decided that Oranjemund would be a much better place for our 80th gig anyway. The drive from Oranjemund to Rosh Pinah is stunning as it meanders along the Namibian north bank of the Orange River. To the south the mighty, and yet tranquil, Orange River, to the north, the twisted, black, compressed and stark volcanic rocks and shapes of days gone by. Don't worry Big62, you can carry on being our Rosh Pinah agent and as soon as you can organise a big enough venue give us a call - maybe move the big marquee into town!! For those of you at Rosh Pinah and Skorpion who were hoping to see us...sorry, folks, we were hoping to see us too but it was not to be. Just hang in there for next time - it will definitely happen soon!

Saturday 04 May 2002

Well, we knew that our first time back at The Don this year wouldn't drew a huge crowd for the fact that it was a Namibian public holiday, however, we didn't know that those that did attend would be in quite the paper mood that they were! The weather was really as good as it could have been with gray skies dominating the day. On the other hand, it was fairly warm playing so it was a total dampener. As often happens, matters started off fairly slowly and quietly as folk trickled into the venue. There were some old faces amongst the early arrivals, folk we haven't seen at our gigs for a while do that was pleasing to see. More and more of the party crowd arrived although they claimed to be subdued due to the previous night's excesses. That story certainly didn't last too long as soon Tamara and "Sorry Mom" started to make their presence felt. Their rapidly developing party mood quickly started to rub off on those in their company and the "jol" was soon in full swing. It wasn't long before we all realised how good it was to be back at The Don again. There were the usual audience participation gimmicks with some horrendous singing, including a rare rendition in German from The Don's proprietor. General high-jinks were much in evidence as mischievous members of the audience indulged in various antics, including "stealing" the band's suitcase of merchandise! Fortunately they make better party animals than villains so the "crime" was quickly, and easily, solved. When it came to awarding the "Party Animal Of The Say Award" the decision was so tough that a joint award was deemed to be the fairest. This went to those two hooligans already mentioned, Tamara Sylvia and "Sorry Mom". Don't worry, Pop, I don't think Mom would have wanted to miss your antics for anything!

Saturday 27 April 2002

Well, this was a gig with a bit of a difference. It was, you see, a surprise farewell party for an extremely loyal supporter of the band's over the years. Name? Let's just call him GK. Anyway, GK is on transfer from this piece of paradise to that far less attractive urban settlement known as Cape Town. Still, his luck as far as transfers may not be with him but the fact that BEDROCK saw him off witnessed a change in his fortunes! GK, who never sniffed the "rat" in these plans, was lured to the venue of the farewell on the nebulous grounds that he was attending the wedding anniversary of some close friends. As the unsuspecting GK entered the club premises BEDROCK broke into his favourite tune, "Locomotive Breath". With the smoke machine working overtime the room quickly clouded up, beams of coloured light penetrating the white cloud as a disorientated GK tried to take it all in. If GK hadn't realised by then what was up, then he certainly didn't need any more "clues". To say he was overwhelmed (I mean, who wouldn't be...with the biggest band this side of the Orange River serenading one on one's way?) would have been an understanding. Anyhow, the booze was flowing and the dance floor writhed with sweaty shapes and forms with, as usual, the plus-40's showing the younger generations how it's done. (Really, the youth today really seem to be lacking in energy - must be all the "health food" that's consumed these days...so much for healthy living!). BEDROCK worked their way through a full repertoire of songs, even dragging some old - and fairly rusty - tunes out of the past to mark the occasion. New material from our forthcoming CD release was aired for the first time in Oranjemund and was well received. As Kenny kept reminding the audience, "You heard it here first". Finally, as 01:00 on Sunday morn arrived, GK's big moment had arrived - his chance to do the lead vocals on "Locomotive Breath". Duly fortified with some confidence boosting brown liquid, GK stepped into the role with aplomb and conducted himself like a true professional. Really, when one sees such unbridled talent one is tempted to wonder, given a few more years of youth, how quickly GK would have scythed his way to the winning position in Idols or its local version, Pop Idols. Eat your hearts out Will and Gareth - let's see if you can sing "Locomotive Breath" when you're sixty!! Well...actually...GK's not quite sixty but he's certainly on his way there!! Anyway, Sylvia, thanks for a great party and GK - go well down in the Cape lad and keep spreading the BEDROCK credo.

Next Saturday we're back at our old haunt - The Don. We look forward to seeing you all there.

Saturday 13 April 2002

Well, we all know that gigs - like everything else in life - can go one of a number of ways. Sometimes they're outstanding, sometimes quite good...then there's mediocre and then there's below par and, finally, there's crap! This gig was somewhere between mediocre and below par. Not that BEDROCK played badly - but, as can occasionally happen, this particular audience were not really up for an evening of rock 'n roll. On the other hand, those that were - and, let's be fair, they were in the minority - had themselves a bit of a party. Still, it's all part of the world of entertainment and certainly aids character building! The whole evening, playing-wise, got off to a very late start. The event was the grand finale to a full weekend's inter-mines sports competition. The evening's attendees, therefore, had had a full day's sports participation followed by the prize-giving and slap-up meal. The result was that the band only broke into song at about 21:30. Quite late for us to start at our ages!! Nah, only joking! Crazy thing was that our merchandise sold well and we parted with a number of 'T' shirts and CD's. Oh yeah, the CD's are sported the latest updated covers and sleeve notes and are looking rather spunky. Anyway, to those god folk who did hang in and enjoyed themselves, thanks, as always, from the Band In The Sand. We will be doing it all again in the near future.

Sunday 31 March 2002

Ah, what a night last night was - the BEDROCK show definitely came, saw and conquered as they rocked Luderitz' "Rumours" pub to its foundations. It was a great occasion - our first visit to Luderitz for some time and a crowd who were really "up" for the occasion. Some of the crowd were the most flamboyant characters we've ever seen at a gig before. Why, we even had Big Chief Sitting Bull there - before he was "reclassified" Running Bear later in the evening. There were folk from all over the countryside present - Luderitz, Skorpion, Rosh Pinah and, hey, even some sailors from China...okay, maybe it was Taiwan or Japan...and - believe it or not - there was even a true blue Texan there. He did have a beard although not quite the proportions of Billy Gibbons but he's moving in the right direction! Big Chief Sitting Bull and his braves were in situ when we arrived for our soundcheck and "Rockin' All Over The World" really served to fire them up. Actually, they are the only "tribe" we've ever spent a whole night with and haven't been able to play one song they requested - I mean, can you imagine BEDROCK lowering themselves to perform Aerosmith, Guns 'n Roses, Beach Boys or Bee Gees covers - come now, be serious! The beers and pumpelmussen - as well as the occasional tequila - kept flowing thanks to the incredibly efficient bar staff led by the energetic young Michelle. Publican and hotelier, Pete, kept a watchful eye from a respectful distance making sure that al the wheels remained well oiled. During the course of the evening some of the crowd decided to liven proceedings up with a bit of a play on the World Wrestling Federation - before they were distracted by the band singing "Happy Birthday" which immediately turned their blazing fists into warm, congratulatory kisses for each other as they tried to identify the birthday beneficiary through this touching bonding process. Actually, the good folk of Luderitz were spoilt for choice on the night as Windhoek's "CHICKEN" were playing a couple of hundred metres up the road at the German Club. I tell you, it never rains but it certainly pours in that quaint little hamlet. Bedrocker Mike has, as usual, excelled himself by bringing fans from Cape Town to soak up the joy of being at a BEDROCK gig. Well done, Mike - it's absolutely flattering to know that there are people (besides us) who are prepared to give up an Easter weekend and drives thousands of kilometres just to hear us.

Saturday 09 March 2002

Well, the Band In The Sand have been keeping extremely busy writing and practicing since our last entry on 17 February. As to the original stuff, Kenny's pen has been at its most prolific and the "hit" formula is working overtime. I'm sure you'll all really dig the new material when you get to hear it our forthcoming "live" gigs. Mike, meanwhile, has also turned up a gem of a song - no doubt there're many more swirling around in his head, waiting to come bursting out. Actually, Mike's incredibly lucky because, being a geologist, he gets to spend most of the week out in the far-flung corners of the desert in conditions dreamily conducive to being creative. One can only ask whether a masterpiece such as "Vision" could ever have been given life in the drudgery of urban living...doubt it. It grieves your scribe to report, however, that Bassman has hit a serious wall of "writer's block" so he's trailing badly in the composition stakes at present. Still, once he gets a few Tafels down his throat one of these evenings no doubt the sterile mist in front of his eyes will clear.

It's been confirmed that we will be in Luderitz for an Easter Saturday gig at Rumours Pub & Restaurant. The occasion has all the promise of one HUGE party so, if you're going to be anywhere near that little haven, join us at Rumours where we'll be raising the roof! There'll be plenty of BEDROCK CD's and merchandise on sale so you'll be able to acquire those "assets" - if you aren't already a proud owner of any of them.

Apart from our Luderitz sojourn, we are discussing a number of gigs in and around Oranjemund over the next couple of months. We'll be leading the celebrations when the Bowling Club formerly open their outdoor entertainment area, once a final date has been settled upon. There's also the annual Inter-Mines Sports Weekend ahead of us and we'll be making sure all the sportsfolk have themselves a party on the Saturday night. Then, naturally, we will be appearing at our old haunt, the Don, at some stage. Oh yes, and there's the small matter of making our mark at Rosh Pinah where the folk from Skorpion Mine are desperate for us to be disturbing their peace. Hang on folks - we're on our way - Just watch this space!

Don't forget that you can subscribe to the regular BEDROCK newsletter on the front page of this site - it doesn't cost a cent but should keep you amused for a few minutes whenever it lands in your mailbox.

Sunday 17 February 2002

Great news, folks, BEDROCK are back on line. Drummer Eddie has staged a great recovery from his operation and our first practice of the year, conducted this morning, confirmed that the band are ready to "rock 'n roll" again. We've got quite a few gigs lined up so watch this space for news of our forthcoming activities. Thanks, also, to our supporters for their support and patience over this period - we'll soon be repaying your patience with some BIG TIME parties!!

We are, of course, working on a fair bit of new material for this year's CD release. It is pleasing to be able to tell you that our 'RECOVERY' CD is continuing to sell steadily and we will shortly be ordering a re-issue.

We will also be receiving in the near future new BEDROCK 'T' shirts, caps and bumper stickers so keep an eye out for them - they'll definitely be something to own!!

Will chat again soon.

01 January 2002

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL! MAY 2002 BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU WISH FOR YOURSELVES.

Our year has started off with the introduction of the Bedrock Newsletter which we hope you'll (well, those that have subscribed to it!) enjoy. If you're not on the subscribers' list and are missing out, please e-mail us your details.

For those of you in Southern Africa who still not own a copy of Bedrock's RECOVERY you might also like to think about that. We all know what has happened to the rand's exchange rate of late and, for some mystifying treason, CD prices are roaring upwards so local music such as ours is starting to look incredibly cheap. Really, at R70.00 a CD how can you go wrong? (This price applies to CD's ordered directly from out website - the cost will be more from retail outlets or via music cyber stores). So, if you want to discover the delights of our sound place your order now via our website!

Our immediate plans for the New Year include:

Aiding Eddie's recovery by paying him lots of attention and making sure he's got plenty of music videos to watch and music publications to read.
Being highly productive in the writing of material for our new CD which should be an absolute cracker.
Re-stocking our storeroom with BEDROCK 'T' shirts, CD stands and BEDROCK memorabilia - visit our "shop" to see what's available.
Planning what our year will look like after Eddie's full recovery.

So, lots to look forward to. Just keep watching this space or, better still, subscribe to our Newsletter.

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