Master Blaster

Back to schooldays. Another song, another memory.

‘Master Blaster’ was a song by Stevie Wonder from the album ‘Hotter than July’. According to Wikipedia it was released in September 1980 and by my recall, it was a massive hit in S.A.

Wikipedia lists it in the reggae genre, but for me it was just a great pop record. The only ‘reggae’ thing about it is the album cover. In fact, one of the tracks on the record, ‘I Ain’t Gonna Stand For It’, can only be described as a country song (give it a listen if you don’t believe me).

Back then I had the album and although I loved ‘Master Blaster’ (the clever little drum intro puts the hook in your cheek and reels you in), the real masterpiece is ‘Lately’, and a close second is ’All I Do’. Both are exquisite.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a very astute political analyst – a lyric from ‘Master Blaster’:

Peace has come to Zimbabwe, Third World’s right on the one,

Now’s the time for celebration, ‘cause we’ve only just begun.”         

A musical genius maybe, but you dropped a bollock there Stevie.

On to the memory attached –

This song was a huge hit and I’ve listened to the album across the years, so it actually evokes multiple memories. The one memory that makes me smile though, involves an old school friend of mine named Lajos (pronounced lie-yosh).

If ‘Hotter than July’ was released in late 1980, we were probably listening to it in 1981. That would put us in (the former) Standard 8, which would mean we were about 16 years old. Lajos was nuts about ‘Master Blaster’ and the album.

He was originally from Cape Town, his family was Hungarian. He was a tall, blond, good-looking surfer dude. For me, he was a great example of the idiom, ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’. Based on his appearance, I assumed we had little in common, but after a while we were fast friends. He had a cracking sense of humor and like me, he was a big Monty Python fan. We’d entertain each other by quoting Python sketches with the original accents and crazy voices, – “He’s not the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy”, and, “Is this a piece of your brain?”.

The important thing to take from the description above, is that he was good-looking. I mean really good-looking. Not quite Brad Pitt but if you take Brad Pitt and dial it back a scooch…you’d get Lajos.

Here’s how good looking he was; – the school term was already in progress when he first arrived. We were in class, halfway through a lesson when the classroom door swung open and Lajos walked in. As he crossed the room to hand his paperwork to the teacher, there were audible gasps and whimpers from the young ladies (or ‘slappers’ if you prefer) in the class. I’d never heard such barely restrained primal, urgent groans before that day and sadly, I haven’t heard any since. The only person more excited than those hormonal teenage girls, was our history teacher, Mr. Dormehl (little inside joke there – you’d giggle if you knew him).

As it turned out, it wasn’t only the teenage girls who started vibrating around Lajos. At that time there probably three or four youngish (probably around 25 or so) female teachers at the school.

One day, shortly after Lajos arrived, we were in one of their classrooms. The teacher in question was a husky, heavy-set lady. Not quite in Obeseville at that point, but she was on the outskirts of town, approaching at speed.

We were all seated in the class when she stomped in. She got halfway across the room when her female radar kicked on and she stopped and turned to scan the room, curious like she’d smelled a pie in the corner.

When she noticed Lajos, the transformation was remarkable. Suddenly coquettish and cute, she went from Little Lotta to Jessica Rabbit in an instant.

“Hellooo, and what’s your name?” She sang as she sashayed toward Lajos.

“Lajos ma’am.” He replied respectfully.

“Ooh, that’s an interesting name. How exactly do you spell that?” She purred with a never-before-seen smile on her face.

“L…A…J…” Lajos started spelling out his name, but by this time she’d reached him, and flirting outrageously, had propped one of her considerable butt cheeks on to the edge of his desk.

As she attempted to sit, the eccentric load applied to the desk exceeded its design limits and it shot sideways and flew across the classroom like furniture in a bar brawl. Amidst the clatter of steel and wood, students ducked for cover. Fearing for his life, Lajos jumped up and retreated as gravity took over and the teacher hit the deck in front of him. For me, the adrenaline had kicked in and I was seeing everything in slow motion. She went down like the South Tower on 911. The ground shook, windows rattled, it was carnage. Some of the more timid kids wept openly.

OK, I’m exaggerating now but you catch my drift…it was a bad scene.

At some point she got back to her feet and stomping again, returned to the front of the class.

I don’t recall the rest of the lesson, I doubt any of us do. We were too busy biting into our cheeks trying to suppress the laughter.

Like most of my school friends, I lost track of Lajos after school.

20 years later, I was in Cape Town for the Two Oceans marathon. On the way to my starting pen, in a group of about 20 000 people, he walked past me. I stopped him and we spoke briefly, but the race was about to start and there was no time.  

Another friend of mine, Craig (who was actually closer to Lajos than I was) was riding along the route on his bicycle that year. Running down the hill on the other side of Ou Kaapse Weg, I saw Craig and I told him about Lajos. Craig found him on the road and they exchanged phone numbers.

The bicycle in the background, that’s Craig setting off to track down Lajos

I was with Craig for the couple of days that followed. When we tried to call him it just rang out and he never phoned Craig.

Fair enough…some people don’t like to look in the rear view mirror.

4 thoughts on “Master Blaster

  1. Brilliantly written Jimmy! Congrats man. Firstly Stevie Wonder … a guy I know is good but haven’t really dipped my toe in properly yet. I of course know a few of his hits and I hate to admit this but even liked his duet with Sir Paul! I hesitate to search him out on Apple Music or something. Mp3’s never do anything justice although they are very handy. If I come across him in a trade-in shop I’ll definitely scoop him up. So funny you mention his ridiculous lyrics on the fuzzy wuzzy happiness concerning Zimbabwean independence. That shit always makes me laugh and sad and angry all at the same time. Amazing how many people do eulogize in song about crap like that. Then finally … Lajos … f++k me I’d totally forgotten about that guy. He is exactly as you wrote. Wonderful stuff and the story to accompany him seriously funny. I do recall those events although I think I was in a different class … or maybe not? maybe I was there? F++k knows anymore but a great tale indeed. Lajos was seriously good looking but also a very, very nice person. He kind of had a way of making you feel special in his company. It’s amazing in fact that he isn’t super famous or something. I hope he made a success of his life … anyway we may never know … cheers Jim .. looking forward to your next one

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  2. Hey Jimmy.
    Fantastic read mate. Cant wait for the next installment. Between you and Mr Wilson, you chaps are certainly dusting out the memory chests. Love it. Keep going my China.

    Slim.

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