1968. Kempton Park, East Rand, Movie Theatre. They showed it. Villa Rides. Why? Why did it hit me in my midriff, perhaps my feeble heart? Why did it, decided to keep me company through decades? Yes, I think, this song was a metaphor. To carry them all, with the complexities of their own historic fields of existence, into the present. Into my bracketed field of longing and desolateness.

Villa Rides. And yes, my soul accompanies the sway of the sad sound. It being a slow rhythm. Very sad, very slow. Very jailed to a soul.