Ozone Nightclub in Mahalapye will this Saturday, September 20, host a music concert in memory of the late RB1 presenter, Brooks Monnaanoka.
The organiser, David Moapare, says the aim of the concert is to remember the radio veteran and appreciate the contribution he has made to the local music industry.
“He has unearthed a lot of local talent and some of our local artists have agreed to come together and say thank you,” Moapare said.
Brooks’ was one of the few recognisable voices of Radio Botswana (RB1). Many of us grew up to his voice on the only local radio station at the time.
Many a Saturday would not be complete without his Rock and Roll programme which aired between noon and 1300 hours. It is perhaps for this reason that many of us learnt with shock and utter disappointment of the news of his departure after suffering a severe stroke.
Some of the artists expected to perform at the memorial service include, Metal Orizon, Stan, T.H.A.B.O, Mosako, Dj Sly, bShaboo, and Dj Teddy. The event will start at 1400 hours.
For those who were familiar with his Rock programme the following lyrics from his Wasted Youth (Meat Loaf) introduction should evoke nostalgic memories of the legendary presenter:
I remember everything!?I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday?I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender Guitar?I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel?I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?But I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy??It required the perfect combination of the right power chords?And the precise angle from which to strike!??The guitar bled for about a week afterwords?And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berry’s?The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red?The guitar bled for about a week afterwords?But it rung out beautifully?And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before??So I took my guitar?And I smashed it against the wall?I smashed it against the floor?I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader?Smashed it against the hood of a car?Smashed it against a 1981 Harley-Davidson?The Harley howled in pain?The guitar howled in heat??And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom?Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight?Slowly I opened the door?Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed?I raised the guitar high above my head?And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed?My father woke up, screaming “Stop!”?”Wait a minute. Stop it boy. What do you think your doing?”?”That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument”?And I said, “God Damn It daddy,”?”You know I love you, But you’ve got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock n’ Roll”
Those who grew up in the 90s knew all this word for word and a Saturday afternoon would be incomplete without it.