Welcome to the Clubhouse
Zodwa Kumalo-Valentine takes us down the audio rabbit hole that is Clubhouse
The other night I wandered into a room — its Japanese title intrigued me. I entered and waited for one of the many people on stage to speak. But after a few seconds of silence nothing happened, no-one spoke. A few more people entered the room and joined the audience; some were moved up onto the stage. Still silence. The room size continued to grow — close to 1,000 people and not a word spoken. After giving it a few more minutes, and now feeling slightly spooked by the silence, I left the room — definitely more confused than when I’d entered.
Next, I chose a room called What the Hell Happened Last Night. It was a little more interactive — people were talking heatedly — but there I was sitting silently in the audience trying to figure out what had happened last night. “One mic! One mic please!” a moderator insisted, trying to maintain order.
A bit triggered by all the shouting, I exited and wandered down the hallway, reading out the various room topics: Shoot Yah Shot After Dark; NFT and the Future of Art; Content Marketing Growth Masterclass and Q&A; Would Orwell’s 1984 be cancelled if published in 2021; Drinks with Arts Peeps; Influencer Marketing: Standardising Rates... and many, many more.....