Farewell to Kitchener’s
cultural landscape?
“As significant as it could be,” Clements says emphatically. “Over the last 15 years 100% of the cultural landscape in Joburg was built on Kitchener’s. Before there was Tokyo Star, there was 206. But for the last 15 years it’s been Kitchener’s.”
So, what is next?
“We’re still running the Irish Club, which is great. I’m just going to do that for a while and we’re looking around for something new.”
I’m about to hang up but Clements has remembered something: “I want that record, by the way.”
He has been on my case for a while because I once told him that I had an extra copy of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin’s notorious 1969 hit Je T’aime … Moi Non Plus.
“Je T’aime?”
By the time Maria Mccloy’s DJ set starts at 10pm on Saturday, entering the compact dance floor at Kitchener’s is like walking into a preheated oven set at 250 degrees.
That’s is no deterrent as more and more people stream onto the floor. A staffer is trying to manoeuvre his way towards the back entrance of the bar through this multi-limbed human dancing machine with a trolley stacked with packs of ice.
A skinny drunken guy in a Manchester City replica shirt tries to jump on top of the ice bags — he gets removed swiftly by dancers, without them skipping a beat.
He stumbles away back towards the bar, where patrons stand 10 deep for liquid replenishments.
Back in the so-called second Summer of Love of 1988, English author Rose Boyt wrote a piece for the London Review of Books on an E’d-up dance session she went to: “Happiness is in fashion. I am embraced by several people I do not know. I am smiling and waving my arms about because the music makes me happy. There is nothing inside my head but happiness.”
In Kitchener’s tonight I see similarly happy faces across the dance floor. Mccloy is feeding off the love and happiness with a generous set. But there is undoubtedly a tinge of melancholy, like in an autumn of love.
“It was a joyful and emotional night for the crowd of friends, familiar faces on that packed dance floor,” she tells me the next day. “A mix of happiness and despair that our home of so many years was closing and our Kitchener’s closing.”
Saturday night was “beautifully sad and a bit dreamlike too because it’s unbelievable the version of Kitchener’s created by Andrew Clements and his team 15 years ago is over.
“Sad to say, nowhere else in Joburg has such musical diversity and openness or such a sense of community.
“Clubbing nowadays is more about looking rich, being fancy, expensive liquor, the same ol’ tracks by the same ol’ DJS and the VIP section — not about great music, great sound and an actual dance floor, platforming and developing fresh talent … Kitchener’s was that.
“So, the loss isn’t just about a good time gone or nowhere to hear fresh sounds and be free as a patron or DJ, but also the impact this will have on cultural creation.”
This was made possible, she says, because Kitchener’s was “a place that was not sexist, transphobic or homophobic or classist, [it was] to be surprised by unknown sounds by great DJS on a random Wednesday, to tumble into the party of your life after arriving from elsewhere at 1am…”
Mccloy was a Kitchener’s regular when, one day in 2016, Colleen Balchin of Pussy Party (an incubator for women and queer DJS who are excluded because of clubbing’s sexism) said to her, “Your music taste is interesting, come DJ.”
She was scared and avoided Balchin until she was told: “Right, your name is on the flyer for a Pussy Party in two weeks’ time, so you have to come for lessons!”
Mccloy recalls: “My first gig was in August 2016 and I guess people liked the mix of African, South African, vintage and modern sounds across all genres, so I kept getting booked.”
Tonight, her last Kitchener’s session is a typical Mccloy set: a bit of 80s bubblegum, Afrobeat (Fela Kuti himself), a big dose of nineties kwaito sounds and a little early 2000s Mugwanti that sets off a collective roar of approval.
What was the highlight of Saturday?
“How full it was, the energy and love of the crowd who came to say bye to an era of Braam that’ll remain unmatched; how awesome and so very different from each other, yet so very Kitchener’s, all the DJS were — people danced till they sweated.” What made you sad?
“A memorial, wake, funeral and ‘after tears’, and then the contemplation of how to now move on, making use of the memories, and honouring the spirit is always sad.”
In the early 1990s, the Tories went after ravers in the UK. John Major’s government passed the Criminal Justice and Public Order Act 1994 which gave police the power to shut down any nocturnal party where amplified music was played, described particularly as “sounds wholly or predominantly characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats” — clearly a legal definition of acid house.
I was reminded of this by a recent podcast I listened to and I’m thinking about it again dancing and sweating on the congested, heaving Kitchener’s dance floor on Saturday night just after 9pm.
“Ag shame,” as we Saffas love to say. It would have been tough if, for some reason, those UK cops had to break up this session — it is Mpumelelo Mcata behind the decks and it is most certainly not acid house he is playing.
Dj-ing as BLK JKS Sound System (Mcata is the guitarist of BLK JKS, one of South Africa’s finest rock bands), he is taking us on a completely different musical route after the previous DJS, who were throwing banger upon hip-hop banger.
This what has made Kitchener’s so predictably good — its DJS’ unpredictability. Mcata, naughty grin on his face, hits play with a most leftfield take on the post-punk band Joy Division’s dark hit Love Will Tear Us Apart — a euphoric version by the Hot 8 Brass Band, famous for blending hip-hop, jazz and funk with traditional New Orleans brass sounds.
No “succession of repetitive beats” but, my goodness, is it making us dance.
His eclectic hour, into which a lot of thought clearly went, is flying past too soon to his final track of his set: I Wanna Be Adored (My Bloody Valentine Remix) by the Stone Roses.
I ask him the following day in an interview why he chose that song.
Mcata says: “For many reasons but mainly for the lyrics — ‘I don’t need to sell my soul / He’s already in me’ … as capitalism is often what pushes us out of these spaces I felt they were fitting.”
I ask him for his highlight of Saturday evening.
“The music and the people, seriously, if the walls at Kitchener’s could talk, they would sing.
“As my wife and I left the club, the legendary Thandiswa Mazwai, Nosisi Ngakane and Masello Motana — three women who are among SA’S greatest living voices in my view, and I say that not just because I’m a biased friend —led an impromptu chorus of traditional wedding songs for us, I mean how incredible is that for a uniquely Kitchener’s moment?”
Saturday and Sunday nights were not only about having enough booze for the thousands (it felt like there were that many) of thirsty patrons or making sure people had entrance tags.
A lot of planning also went into those farewell nights, even though part of the bar/club’s appeal over the past 15 years has always been it seeming like it was always hovering on the edge of chaos.
It was also about the line-ups of DJS across the two days and nights.
“Ri, Andrew and I have tackled so many line-up curations together over the years and I have to say this weekend was some of our finest work,” Balchin says in an interview on Monday.
They were the main moving force behind getting women and queer DJS in the booth at Kitchener’s through the Pussy Party sessions.
Their highlight: “Personally, seeing DJS who first learnt with Pussy Party holding the floor with such grace and power.”
What was the significance of Kitchener’s on Joburg’s cultural landscape?
“With Pussy Party we made a permanent impact on how women and queer people see themselves in club culture locally.
“We are all DJS and music lovers and catering to our artists’ comfort and excellence was a priority. Especially for artists exploring new and more obscure sounds, a quality sound system and in-house gear gives your audience a chance to really hear you and experience your energy. I hope we gave artists a place to soar from.”
Kitchener’s was profoundly political. “The dance floor, nightlife, club culture — these spaces are political,” says Balchin. “I’m grateful that with Pussy Party and my work on the door we were able to make outright statements and real physical changes to say that we will not tolerate bigotry and bullying in our space.”
In the mid-2010s, Braamfontein, which houses Wits University, felt the impact of the student uprisings, especially when police suppressed the protests.
“I think of the student leaders of the Fees Must Fall movement who would gather at Kitchener’s and the huge impact and the terrible emotional scars of that time,” says Balchin. “Kids running from rubber bullets to take refuge in a pub. What dystopia is this?”
What makes you sad about Kitchener’s coming to an end?
“I’m worried about all the staff finding new jobs. I’m worried about the car guards who relied on the regularity of Kitchener’s to make their living. Unlike staff who can move to new jobs, their work is very tightly tied to this specific corner.
“Something just personally sad for me is all the ghosts I will no longer be able to visit from that dance floor.
“We lost too many soldiers along the way.
“Of course, the closing of another small-scale, grassroots, musically adventurous cultural space in a global climate of such closures is tragic. It’s sad that the space was understood more as a bar than a cultural institution.”
Balchin played the last set on Saturday night’s final session, one that Mccloy says had her in tears.
“I was grateful to play last on Saturday and wrap the night up on an emotional note. Andrew lent me his James Blake record and our final track for the morning at 4am was Limit to Your Love — one of those Kitchener’s classics.”
In our interview, Mcata compared Kitchener’s to the fictional bar in the TV series Cheers, “where everyone knows your name”.
He isn’t alone feeling like that. On social media there has been an outpouring of sadness over Kitchener’s closure. For regulars, this is genuinely the end of an era. For them, it is rest in peace, Kitchener’s — rest the beats, but keep the memory alive.