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Time flies and scrambled brains

3 Feb not-crazy-eggs

BTTF FlyingIt was the year twenty hundred and fourteen… And there were no flying cars. But then again, we have until 2015 for that…

Many things have changed on our planet in the last year, sometimes overwhelmingly so. One constant remains, however: Nothing changes half as much as we think it might, wish it would or hope it wouldn’t simply because of the dawn of a new year.

“Can you believe it’s February already?”… I’m sure you have heard this being said at least once in the last 3 days.
Yes. Yes I can. It is what generally tends to happen after January.
Why do people have this obsession to state the obvious? I don’t know.
I do know that I do it too, but that’s OK, I hate myself for it just as much as I hate you for doing it. We’re even.

Back to it being twenty14. I started this year with a few goals. No, not new years resolutions (those are stupid), just goals which would more easily be measurable on our beloved Gregorian calendar. One of these were that I wanted to blog more regularly.
I set out to plan a routine, a structure by which I can build more on this little bit of an online identity I have created.

I’m talking serious scheduling shit. Like more poetry, more music reviews, more band interviews and much more random writings about whatever comes to mind.

Multi focus meThen January hit me.

Now I am not one to shift blame… much. But seriously, the first month of this year has been one incredible roller-coaster of work-play-party-network-catchup-prepare-plan-write-work-work that there has been very little left to blog with. Very little time, very little energy, very little me

I am still, however, adamant about taking this blog and doing more with it.
Why?
Well, I like it… I really do.
Also because some of you have mailed, Facebooked, Tweeted and cornered me at a bar all to demand some new content. Who am I to refuse?

Some of the plans (a few mentioned above) for this blog involves:

  • Music – Reviews, features
  • Interviews – With whoever I find interesting
  • Prose & Poetry – I need to write more of that. Also, send me yours.
  • Videos – I have a few of those up my sleeves
  • Learning Stuff – Expand my horizons by educating me through experiences for my blog
  • Random shit – It’s my blog. Sue me.

If you have any ideas, or would even like to become a content contributor on my blog, get in touch.

Thanx for reading my scrambled brains post, the first of many (I hope) for 2-oh-1-4

My letter to Loyiso Nkohla (NSFW?)

30 Oct
loyiso.nkohlaYou might very well be aware of what Mr Nkohla did/said.
If you are not, take a look at the round-up on www.2oceansvibe.com
I couldn’t just sit still and do nothing. The sad part is that the only thing I could really do was to write a little letter. How pathetic am I? Probably a bit, but hey, at least I did something.
If you also want to mail him, here’s the address:  loyiso.nkohla@capetown.gov.za
So this is the mail I sent dear old Loyiso. Fair warning, if you faint at the sight of crude words, you might want to give it a skip…
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Ok, this is attempt number 3.
First I tried a polite yet sarcastic mail.
Then I deleted it and went all balls to the wall insulting.
I deleted that too.
I realised that you will probably not even bother to read this, seeing as you are such a busy man (or illiterate doos, whatever’s truer).
I still thought it good to give you a piece of my mind, and possibly even some advice.
You sir, are the reason that this country is going  to shit. YOU are the steps back when we try to move forward. You are the slap in the face of positive change. YOU are, to put it mildly, a quarter cunt.
You see, a cunt is generally speaking still good for something.
A quarter cunt, not so much.
And that is what you are. A worthless piece of country destroying, warmongering shit.
Don’t worry, you will get it.
What is IT you ask? Well, not the war you’re looking for, that’s for sure.
“It” is the day that people of South Africa, across borders, realise how they’re being duped by useless governmental arseholes like you. They will turn around, slowly, put down the banner you told them to march with, and as they get up they will give you one moerse poesklap.
You see, the people aren’t as stupid as you think they are, you bigoted racist opportunist. In spite of you and your fellow governmental arseholes’ best efforts, the truth has a way of getting through. People will learn that hate is not the only way. White is not always bad, black is not always good and opinions are allowed to differ without bloodshed.
That being said, I also believe that it’s still going to take a long, long time, especially with people like you in power.
Now, I would suggest you start owning up to what you did, acknowledge that it was wrong and that you are not fit for your post.
Resign, and fuck off to whatever hole you crawled out from.
We don’t need you.
In fact, just do the future of SA a favour, and off yourself at your earliest convenience.
Thank you for possibly reading my correspondence.
Goodbye.

Sokkie Treffers en Musiek

24 Apr Skasp Mentaliteit

Ek is lief vir musiek.

i-love-musicNee, nie soos wat elke 2de persoon op Facebook onder hul interests jou probeer wysmaak dat hul mal is oor musiek nie. Ek is actually LIEF vir musiek. Ek is in ‘n passievolle, romantiese verhouding met Musiek. Soos enige liefdes verhouding is daar ups and downs, geite waarmee mens vrede maak en elemente wat jy daagliks in die liefde van jou lewe (her)ontdek en van voor af verlief op raak.

Nou, as een of ander boelie die breker my meisie sou verkrag, sal ek bereid wees om die res van my lewe in ‘n tronksel te spandeer vir moord. Netso sterk voel ek oor sogenaamde musikante (of soos @phoenixMuso hul noem, musikonte) wat Musiek vat, dit neergooi op die vloer en vir rand en sent en persoonlike ego-boosting haar verniel.

That being said, is ek ook groot genoeg om oopkop te kyk na verskillende genres musiek, asook die besigheids/bemarkings element daar agter. Alle kommersiële musiek is nie kak nie. Inteendeel, een van die grootste leuens wat baie mense glo is dat enige Jan Rap en sy pappa se bankrekening sommer net so ‘n Afrikaanse Sokkie Treffer kan optower wat duisende copies verkoop. Ek het in my omwentelings al diep agter die skerms van Suid Afrika se pop/commercial EN rock scenes gekuier, en een ding kan ek jou van verseker: Net soos regte musikante, moet pop artists ook hul gat afwerk en talent, deursettings vermoë en goeie besigheid skills hê om famous te bly. Let wel, ek sê BLY, want om famous te word vat aansienlik minder skill.

*DISCLAIMER: Dit beteken steeds nie dat ek HOU van die doef doef stuff nie, maar ek glo wel dat mens eer gee waar eer verdien word*

Die gemors waarvoor ek wel my mes inhet is die talentlose, wannabe poppies & tjoppies en die ewe talentlose maar verveelde tannies en toppies wat dink hul kan gou R20 000 uithaal vir ‘n albumpie, en nou gaan hul famous word. Dis hulle wat Musiek vat en dit in ‘n goedkoop hoer in verander wat net daar is om rande uit te kak. Dis hulle wat Afrikaanse Musiek ‘n slegte naam gee. Dis hulle wie se ma’s hul eerder moes gesluk het.

Musiek moet in die eerste plek nie gaan oor fame and fortune nie. Dis 100% passie, en as jy goed genoeg is sal jy ‘n lewe daarvan kan maak. Wie weet, dalk selfs famous word.

Dave Grohl

As jou beste lirieke net kan rym met bokkie, sokkie en rokkie, of jou diepste verhaal gaan oor wat jy by Saterdag se braai/rugby/kuier doen, het ek slegte nuus ir jou: Jy’s ‘n rapist. As jou beste melodie om een of ander rede klink soos iets wat uit ‘n Casio keyboard se presets uitkom, raai wat: Jy’s ‘n rapist. As jy jouself voorhou as ‘n musikant, maar jy het nog nooit eers probeer om self ‘n instrument te leer speel nie, raai wat… Yup, jy weet teen die tyd wat jy is.

Maar waar lê die probleem eintlik?
Eenvoudig:

As jy geld uithaal om die gemors te ondersteun, shows by te woon en CD’s te koop, raai wat: Jy’s die rapist se maatjie wat staan en hande klap. Jy is die rede hoekom hy dit weer sal doen, en jy is net so skuldig soos hy.

cover-fullNou ek is nie Rodney Seale nie, so ek gaan jou nie vra om jou sokkie treffers te verbrand nie. Al wat ek vra is die die volgende:

  • DINK voordat jy koop.
  • Moenie uit een of ander persoonlike emosionele verbintenis ‘n kunstenaar ondersteun nie (As jou meisie nie kan sing nie, kan sy nie sing nie. Maak vrede daarmee.)
  • Expand your horizons, en jy sal verbaas wees hoeveel goeie musiek daar is wat wel ondersteuning verdien.

‘n Baie nice dude van wie se musiek ek nie hou nie (hy doen Afrikaanse club stuff… Sorry Ruan ek’s net eerlik en dis nie my styl nie) het ‘n parody tune geskryf wat ek dink nogals cool is. Dis kinda presies wat aangaan in die Afrikaanse musiek industry. Loer daarna, en laat weet my bietjie hoe jy voel oor als wat ek kwytgeraak het.

*Nog ‘n DISCLAIMER: Ek het ‘n hele aparte rant vir dumbed down commercial pop ens, so moenie my nail op bieber-technicalities ens nie*

Nou, net om jammer te sê vir die kak musiek videos wat jy hier bo gekoekeloer het, hier’s ietsie awesome:

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