another one (sound) bites the dust

the weekender died this past weekedend. and me and all my wildly intellectual friends couldn't quite figure out if its faliure is purely and exclusively 'credit crisis' related. or rather, and perhaps more disturbing to our delicate elitist sensibilities, the weekender's demise is symptomatic of of this new age of counter-intellectualism that seems to be grabbing hold, at least in our public discourse.

our collective appetite for sane-ness and wonderment in our public discourse is slowly and canceroulsy giving way to the easy sound-bite, which never takes any prisoners.

we are all lazy now, malema-fied and fatigued. it's easier to report and comment on julius' musings then it is not to.

we think the juxtaposition fits.

aside and ps: the only silver lining is that there is now one less platform for xolela mangcu in this universe

gypsy woman with baby

fyi, this is one of my favourite favourite art pics. reminds me of art school, when it was still so easy to learn and even easier to get inspired. it also, strangely enough, reminds of a lady from limpopo called moshale - i've always like that name, moshale.

the guy who taught us fine arts passed on, cancer. he liked modigilini, alot. he also liked water colours. okay.

the sexual diaries

new york magazine, the illest intellectual read powering through the innernets, began running the most interesting series a couple of years ago about the sexual pathology (?)of six individuals over a seven day period. they called it the sexual diaries. the brief to the participants was "to track every sexual encounter, thought, and arousal for a week". almost three years later this is still one of the most popular series of the nymag. here is an excerpt of one of the original six participants - a young female college graduate living with her roommate:


DAY 1

7:30 P.M. Best friend calls and recounts the “out-of-body experience” of her wedding-dress fitting. I am simultaneously jealous and totally grossed out.
7:50 Sister calls and makes excuses for her husband’s weirdness at dinner last night. I don’t want to have to make excuses for anyone else.
10:58 Roommate finally comes home from last night’s date. Hate her. Can’t even look at her.
11:20 Roommate catalogues every second in hot and heavy detail. Hate her more. Go to my room.
11:45 Details of roommate’s date find their way into my fantasy. Is stealing other people’s sex lives wrong? Decide it’s no worse than porn. Proceed.

DAY 2

7:15 A.M. Wonder if roommate can hear vibrator through thin wall. I can’t hear hers. Guess not.
7:35 Shower, dress. Party tonight after work. Woke up too late for cuteness.
10:08 Sister calls, gushes about some new guy to set me up with. Experience with sister tells me that a ton of compliments equals ugly.
6:00 P.M. Babysitting. Seven-year-old: “Are you married?” Jesus Christ.
7:45 Meet friend and brother. Cute brother.
8:15 I have this problem: I meet a guy and instantly gauge our potential sex life. All signs with cute brother point to a decidedly vanilla future.
9:02 Begin to drink too much.

this excerpt is from a 27 yr old student teacher, single and not getting any:




DAY 2

7:00 A.M. Try to think of the last time I had sex. Am sad when I have to use my fingers to count the months.
11:30 Read People magazine on break. Fantasize about Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
3:00 P.M. Spot hot man outside.
3:02 Abort! Man is completely unattractive up close.
5:00 Whistle “Love in an Elevator,” by Aerosmith.
9:00 Browse through personals on Craigslist and am disappointed that all of the men seem either old or disgusting.

DAY 3

8:30 A.M. Have long, inappropriate conversation with male colleague. Am proud of myself for doing as magazines say and practicing flirting on a less attractive man.
NOON Construction worker screams a comment about my ass. I yell obscenities.
2:30 P.M. Read e-mail from a one-night stand from the U.K. Is coming for a visit in May. Put in saved-box.
3:45 Who am I kidding? I respond that I would be happy to “meet up.”
6:00–11:00 Grade papers

DAY 6

1:30 P.M. Wake up.
9:00 Go to friend’s birthday dinner. Am introduced to countless friends’ new significant others.
9:03 Sit on the side with one other single girl.
10:00 Am tipsy. Begin listing reasons why I am single to a friend’s boyfriend. He sits and listens, obviously afraid to answer.
11:00 Eat my food. Ogle the waiter. Some girl I don’t know tells me that he is too blue-collar. Decide I don’t like her and think bad thoughts.


and so it continues. here's the link

this piece was as interesting as it was fonni

the super prof

it is as yogi berra said, "it's dejevu, all over again". the middle aged prof and new Principal of the university of free state swooped upon his self-identified moment of history with vigour and single-mindedness, using his immense powers of empathy, immense, he wiped the slate clean for the so-called reitz four. in doing so, super prof spat and re-spat in the faces of the victims. four women and a man, who really could have been anybody's mother or auntie sophie or malome jonas. super prof, says legal semantics prevented him from addressing the victims about his intentions. crazy, crazier. we can imagine him (super prof - he with mandelaesque powers of empathy, yes him), on the eve of his great act of magnanimity, sitting on the edge of his bed, his wife gazing at him with immense pride and admiration. super prof on his cell phone, sending out a group sms to all and sundry; "tommorrow, make sure you read the koerant, jislaaik, it will be big, huge, they will say i am like mandela, you will see. i'm going to forgive those white boys, those cleaners AND the country will be so proud of me, yo! it will be HUGE. anyways, buy the paper tomorrow." and so it went. super prof, got on stage, all decked out in ufs' finest, and announced the extent of his super powers. in one fell swoop, he interposed himself in the shoes of the victims AND the victimisers and brokered an apology to the victims made ostensibly by victimisers. super man that prof.

the irony here, is that in his zest for his very own mandela moment, super prof has indeed, inadvertently stumbled upon this much sought after moment. all he needs to do now is introduce himself and his intentions properly to the people most concerned in this whole affair. look them in the eyes and say, ladies and gentleman, i am truly sorry, i erred immensely in not consulting you, next time, i will do better.

FELA LIVES

last week, 15 oct, fela would've turned 71 had lived, lived lived.

nice beginning, if you can get one

i stilled (yes that's a word, one i just made up) myself, on the false pretext that if it doesn't move then it can't be seen, (there are worse things in this life than being at the end of the line). perhaps i wont be the one to capture that ever elusive south african zeitgeist, perhaps ordinary is what ordinary does and perhaps even that is okay. she sees the beyond within me and smiles everytime it appears as the wryest form of awkwardness, a loving smiling, a loving awkwardness. i i i i tend to smile back, un-awkward only perplexed at how much i've actually thought this through and yet, we are blissfully blind in all of this. how lovely. anyway(s), says the sailor whose lost his taste for the profane, after all is said and done we are not said and done and this is the loveliest of beginnings. amen, said she

cheerleader

i like, nay love this sexually agnostic love song (!), and now, it means a little more now that i know that she's partial to it too - we both dont know what the song is about

download here

archie, betty, veronica sitting in a tree...

so archie seems to have finally made his choice. in issue 600 of the latest Archie Comic installment archie marries veronica. he chooses her, she always chose him. betty is left out in the cold it seems. but but but that's not all, in issue 603, titled "archie marries betty" archie has a glimpse moment, he sees his life with betty as his wife. very confusing? no? okay, maybe archie the bigamist is a stretch, but this particular run of the 70 yr old strip is the best selling in a long time. we all love a good love three-way. we love archie even more, it appeals to the inner geek within. personally we have always rooted for betty the blonde underdog

bitte orca - fluoroscent half dome - follow up

source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/neate_photos/3407351899/

here's the thing, we think that to fully appreciate this song in particular and the DPs in general, one has to understand that here's a band riddled with a saudade sense of nostalgia, the type of people who believe that pain and suffering are the necessary preludes to love and happiness, those who believe that suffering or its likes provide the most reliable basis of integrity for all good (read "real") artforms. it's important to note that this album was released in tape form over and above the usual modes. nothing is more personal if not more torturous than music on tape; the non-loop, non- shuffle nature of tapes makes it impossible for one to have a merely passing fling with an album. if you wanted to hear a song you HAD to apply both time and effort to seek it out...(cast your mind back to your first ever mixTAPE, it was a labour of love). we love this song, it reminds us of all those soft contradictions that all unusually beautiful things seem to possess. it fails the straight line test, veering off into different genres styles and beats. but after all is said and done, we just think that this is simply a beautiful love song, albeit not in your usual threads. we found ourselves immersed in this drumbeatted ode to all things melancolique and sentimental. violin concerto sounds sit ably and comfortably with the continuous drumbeat riff(?), dave longstreath and amber coffman's half-falsetto voice accompaniments provide the tail-end to the sometimes awfully intense overdubs that can make the DPs inaccessible. to some, the song may even sound choppy, with too many competing segments, all of them desperately trying to weave themselves into a coherent musical narrative. but we like that about this song, we love that about the DPs.

download here

read culture bully's review here

good idea at the time

explaining the cold front hitting the cape. vannilla ice flew into town yesterday to shoot a beer ad. apparently he is working on a 6th album (?!? wtf? when did v ice produce 5 albums?). v ice is a married father of two now (we can hear all those broken hearts tumbling tumbling towards the ground). oh well, for ol' times sake we posted ICE ICE BABY, the only song we know really.

"alright stop, collaborate and listen...."

post scriptum: v ice looks like dolph lundgren, duud from rocky 4 (circa 1993).

...at least i have chicken

okay we know this is old but its still fonni



droon: all these guys, wow. we'll be in real trouble if we don't take 'em down real quick
what do you think Billet, you wanna give us a number crunch real quick?

Billet: uhhm,yeah, give me a sec. i'm coming up with uhh 32.33, repeat of course, percantage of survival

bitte orca introduction

album cover: bitte orca


Track listing

1. Cannibal Resource" - 3:55
2. Temecula Sunrise" - 5:05
3. The Bride" - 2:49
4. Stillness Is the Move" - 5:14
5. Two Doves" - 3:42
6. Useful Chamber" - 6:28
7. No Intention" - 4:17
8. Remade Horizon" - 3:55
9. Fluorescent Half Dome" - 5:45

okie, so we like this album, the latest installment from the dirty projectors. "bitte orca" named randomly it seems (bitte is the german word for "please" and orcas are killah whales, go figure, we didn't). this nine track release is album number ("nine") 9 for this new york outfit. the whole album works for us, really works. its really difficult to pin down what genre this is.

in an interview on pitchfork, ed drotse (grizzly bear) said the following:

"Someone was asking me about what I was listening to and I was saying "Oh, Dirty Projectors, I love the new album," and they were like, "Well what kind of music is it?" and I just stopped dead in my tracks and literally didn't know how to describe it.
At first I was embarrassed because I didn't know how to describe it, but then I was like, this is what's so amazing about a lot of music now. There are so many different things and there's so much going on and Bitte Orca is so distinctly Dirty Projectors that I didn't even know how to begin to describe what genre it is, you know? What would one categorize it as? So I find it hard lately to label things as indie or pop or folk or give it some sort of categorization."

we also find it difficult to adequately catergorise this outfit, they defy all forms of known nomencleture. but that's not necessarily a bad thing. our track, if you were to push us (hard) for a favourite is "fluoroscent half domes" and maybe maybe "two doves" coming in at a close second. we'll give a further write up on thsese songs shortly.

fonni haha #2

okay, this website is killing us.

(617): i would really appreciate it if you would stop texting my girlfriend.
(508): i would really appreciate it if you would stop cock blocking me.


(http://www.textsfromlastnight.com)

the purple shall govern

"What about the purple people?" a reader asked the Cape Times' Teleletters. "Not only has the government messed up with the tricameral system, now their police have created another problem. They, the government, have made 'provision' for the so-called coloureds and Indians -- how are they going to accommodate the 'purple people? Perhaps the next time they use their water cannon, they would like to consult with their voters as to which colour is fashionable."

ten years ago, on the second of septemeber 1989, cape town was immersed in a purpple revolution. a police water cannon, tinged with purple dye, was directed towards protesters that had descended on the city to march against the impending faux multi-racial tricameral elections. coloureds, indians and whites were eligable to vote in these elections and blacks still had no representation.

a protester managed to take hold of the police water cannon and redirect it away from the crowd, directing it towards the national party headquaters, a white walled building called the "old town house". the entire building was consequently painted purple.

the next day a graffitti artist painted the words, "the purple shall govern" on the walls of cape town station and a slogan became etched in south african anti apartheid lore.

disrgrace: in more ways than one - UPDATE

*sigh, here we go again, mangled saffrican accents, foreign filmmakers who've convinced themselves that they're ooh so plugged into the south african zeitgeist. all of which yields the mess that is "disgrace". the screenwriters even had the odasity to change the ending of the book to suit a movie audience. kak kak and kak again. the film is ostensibly set in eastern cape, err err bar the fucking view of table mountain and surrounds, clearly this movie wasn't made with locals in mind. clearly. we here at absoulute always get nervous when we hear of these semi-big-budget Hollywood flicks with their household name big amerikana movie stars. we know two things for sure, they'll sound more welsh than they do saffarican and the producers are cowards.
there is something fundamentally, let's repeat that, fundamentally inauthentic about this flick, as we said, it tries to pass of eastern cape as the western cape, it has john malkovich really trying is damnest to pull of the wretched sounds of the saffrican white middle class post apartheid experience (err err...don't where going with that description but it fits). he tries, lawd knows he tries and i guess if you're from mars you might even find him convincing.
this was always going to be a difficult movie to pull off, very. the book had this steady pace that never let up, never too fast but nonetheless quick enough for you to want to put it down and catch your breath. this movie is too deliberate, it tries too hard to consider all the important narratives, too busy making sure that the audience d.o.e.s n.o.t m.i.s.s all the all too important social commentary. for all its faults district 9 got one thing right, at certain fundamental glimpses it was unmistakenbly south african. detail was afforded to that small fact, that d9 was set in south africa with an overwhelmingly south african narrative. disgrace on the hand didnt even bother, detail? what detail? coetzee should be ashamed that he gave his blessings for this movie. it foks up the idea we have of coetzee as this genius recluse, intolerant of all things bullshit. he might as well have let the screenwriters, the casting director and director all have their way with his wife, his second wife at that. in case its not clear from the above, we were not impressed

district 9: more light less heat please

we don't know what version of history - past and present - neil blomkamp and his team of writers feed on. clearly its the same acid laced cat-food contraband their alien creations in district 9 seem to love. district 9, aka the current #1 box office hit in the us, is a nearly 2 hour flick which preaches well but forgets to feed us the sermon. okay quickly, there are these aliens, who become marooned above the joburg skyline, and they cant make their way home. these cats are filthy, and they get high off cat food, seriously. they are dirty, like the nigerians (more on that later...) and really nobody wants them around. so yes, the film oozes with reliable and easy metaphors and perhaps yes, the joburg setting was relevant in that respect.


the film is technically superb, the documentary shooting style and narrative allows the film to get away with more self consciousness than would be ordinarily allowed. the narrative on the other hand seems dishonest, insincere...it FEELS like it was written by a white guy with more middle class white guilt than he knows what to do with (apologies to km, i know you're a regular reader, thanks for use of your words here..). the writers try to cover all their bases on the major social issues of our time, for instance, the combining of the apartheid narrative and the xenophobic narrative was quite frankly lazy, dishonest. i understand the need to make the story accessible, and to package it into neatly outlined, morally unambiguous boxes, but really?!!? now about the nigerians, well they do what nigerians do, right? right? errr, right? they trade in contraband, sell sex and guns on the side, and display a fucked up version of cannibalism...jahwellnofine. this movie will clearly work for some, it didn't work for us, too easy, too easy, if you're going to raise an argument and get all deep and philosophical, make sure there's a punchline at least

redbull sound clash

okay, summer for the south! the muze fests are coming in thick and thin this side of the equator....good to be back home...rocking the daisies is around the corner, oct 5 (jhb) and oct 11 (cpt)...but more on that later. red bull is having its clash fest thing next week (aug 22). the fest is being held at the carlton skyrink - i remember starting my very first teen love affair there...long story that ended, eventually. anyway, we'll be there, definately, hear some tumi and not the volume, but rather tumi and the dirty skirts, with some tiagao (340ml) and so on. kewl setup and concept, not only will the various performers collaboarate but they will also "battle" (yeah in the MCing sense) and he crowd will deh-tah-mine the ultimate kewlest band.

checkout website for more details

www.redbull.co.za/soundclash

new publication: Joe Bubble

ooh, spring begets new things. our friends from one small seed launched a new ezine, "Joe Bubble" www.joebubble.com. we love this mag - if you're cape tonean we think you'll love it more. this mag feels like a more accessible "one small seed" www.onesmallseed.com(we love one small seed, but we all know how parochial and geographically biased OSS can get - word up Cape Town!). Joe Bubble, covers local (SA) fashion fotography, art & kulture etc.

the accidental minimalist

on saturday, a friend took me to the constitutional court hill gallery in braamfontein, johannesburg. it was my first time there. the large concrete construct leaves no doubt as to the austere nature of the business there, but the place didn't have that drab feel of yester-century apartheid architecture. none of the overt phallisism and grey drabness of say the unisa building in pretoria. there was something instantly warm and welcoming about the constitutional court building, warm but serious i guess. i'm not sure how many court houses around the world can boast the vast array of artworks we saw on saturday. the court is better stocked than most galleries i've been to. i discovered a new artist on sat, a chap i had never heard of until then. dumile feni was born in worscter in the western cape. the pieces we saw on saturday provided a 20th century narrative of apartheid south africa, without necessarily making or stressing (with heightened hyperbole) any huge political statement. they just were, but somehow the historical narrative remains clean and unambiguous. he draws on paper - often note pad paper - and does so using pen. very simple, some may call it minimalism. i remember reading an article where gerald sekoto was being interviewed, he said that whenever he was broke he used to draw with materials that were most readily available to him; pens and note pad paper. so maybe the same applies to dumile feni. maybe he is the accidental minimalist, his pieces are so drenched in message and innuendo that i couldn't help but get the sense that had the time allowed, he would have had so much more to say.

fonni haha

source: http://ilovehotdogs.tumblr.com/

atlas sounds

today, i felt as if i missed EVERYone and EVERYthing. everyone i've ever said goodbye to and everything i've ever walked away from

{soundtrack}
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcMGACqsg5A

coming of age article

i'm guest editing a series of articles for a local publication. the brief to this particular writer was to write a personal narrative on getting older and how one manages their identity through both their successes and failures..errr...the publication is a men's only publication that focuses on successful living etc. anyway, i thought this particular piece was interesting, funny and a little sad. i attach (with the author's (belated) permission) the beginning of the (VERY ROUGH 1st DRAFT)article:

To see the article properly, click on the scanned articles

spoek mathambo

so the Fader recent blogged about "spoek mathambo" - HIVIP united states of ayobaness



this afro-dance release has super suped DHANS music (ala, thebe i wanna DHANS for you). it mixes distinctly local sounds with a very very berlin-esqu trance vibe. but at the same time, you could easily hear some of these sounds in a lagos discotheque and it wouldn't sound unfamiliar. so there's something for dance fans of all ilks. there's a track by kasi house mafias called "bitch made", the riff there reminds me of the (late great) paul ndlovu track ndi "famba emoyeni". in the very same breath the album contains a track caled "i'mma tell your momma" by red the homeless gfunk beatbox. this song sounds like a lil' wayne mix, but nonetheless still very cool. we downloaded here...{http://www.mediafire.com/?dlzntuq3zx1} and we liked this very much. nthato and mark made it onto the fader, we thought that was worth a punt.

bobby hughes combination

if there's anything the world wide web keeps teaching me it's that there is so much undiscovered music out there. i've been really getting into bobby hughes - nu-jazz, soulfunk white-middle-aged guy(!!! ed note: listen to the song and let us know if there's anything mildly white and middle aged about this song). this song, nattergalen is one of the newest things on my ipod. good song for road tripping, good background music to good convo and equally good company and some red vino, good song to listen to alone while reading something interesting about the latest danish trends in furniture...good song all round we thinks. the song can be found on the st germain album, "Saint-Germain des Prés Café 4: The Finest Electro-Jazz Compilation". cool beans, listen and love.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edJaYhEUPCM

boy meets girl: the narrative on "nice"

she said: we kiss, we drink red wine, we kiss and then we kiss some more

he said: and i like your kissing, it's nice

{soundtrack in his head}::

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nTFjVm9sTQ

my standard 3 teacher, mrs leon, always objected to the use of the adjective "nice". from a very early age we are taught to use more colorful language to describe the feeling of niceness, in that lesson we are perhaps unwittingly un-taught to see and appreciate things we enjoy, merely because they are nice. there has to be more, they say. sad. i think "nice" is a good starting point, long live "nice", its so underrated.

narrative: boy meets girl

he said: relax

she said: i'm ready to burst M@#cker%^$

he thought: strange, i like kissing that potty mouth

{soundtrack to the narrative}:

last number lover's song: melancholy

memory tapes have this tendency to reveal themselves to me in the most stunning contradictions...on the one hand, i love their various and many collaboration projects but on the other and perhaps more fundamental hand, their standalone stuff is always hard to swallow for this limpopo native. too prissy, too clingy and clangy, too too something. that aside, "watching the waves" (song by Taken by trees, this is the memory tapes version, the better version) is so many things, so many feelings, i listen to it and instantly feel like i should be missing someone or something terribly. and perhaps i do, i do. this is a great song, great in all the rounded up ways of all great love song traditions...err...errr...i really love this song, so soft, makes me feel alles:

download:
http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?lz2tlgfioi4

checkout the web page of taken by trees: http://www.takenbytrees.com

winter's love

the best advice i received on this delicate matter, "have tons of fun. be more crazy with her. crazy is good!". on balance not a bad winter so far.



ps: i really loved the animation in this video, it somehow fits the song perfectly. i like it when things fit like that, so perfectly.

what did he say?

ramona gonzalez aka nite jewel is the latest installment of this breezy bedroom indie pop that we've found ourselves getting into. alles from neon indian, reverie sound revue and yes, even air france. all of this music has one thing in common, we thinks, we not sure what that is, we'll get back to you on that... what we do know is that this musiek manages to successfully negotiate that often very fine line between cheesy and and and...errr....FEEL GOOD. we encountered nite jewel off a very cool site for all things musically hip: href="http://www.humanearmusic.com/artists/nite-jewel">

there's an album, "Good Evening" almost impossible to get anywhere other than on the net (and the cape tonean store we got it from). the song "What did he say" reminds me of her, only because she claimed it so viciously as her own....story story.... (note to her: send me that link to your blog). anyway very cool song.

an anniversary away

she likes run-on sentences, and yes, so do i.

i think she would like this, i already do.

credit crisis cool, lofi indie pop

easy on the ears, cheezey, poppy with some street-like cred.

i think she'd learn the words and sing-along

i think you'd like it too:

of swines and flu

make sure you have adequate protection, swine flu cometh

to whom it may concern

no-one writes letters anymore, and that is a shame. letters are by far the best gift anyone can receive. the letter below remained unsent - which is very sad - until recently. the said couple were divorced, and he had just heard that she was about to re-marry. the two of them had known one another since they were 15. upon hearing of her engagement he wrote to her what seemed like a goodbye letter. true story, i swear. there's a program on tv chronicling the best love stories and the narratives behind them. even the most hardened cynics amongst us were moved by the missive below.




dear so and so

i write this letter with both hope and hesitation. hope, that it will be recieved well and will find you well, hesitation, knowing that i attempt to reconnect when we have suffered the most severe of discconects over the last while. i rue the time we've lost, all those unspoken words, having not written to you for so long - too long. i felt slightly embarrassed this morning as i began to write this. the truth is i didn't know whether i was ready to try and negotiate these many nuances or examine these boundaries of all of this newness and surrounds.

i'm different from you in that I am never able to really forget someone. Their memory stays with me and the remembering, eventually, just stops being such a nuisance. It reminds me of one of my favorite James Baldwin quotes from "Giovanni's Room". A good book, if you ever have the chance to read it. It goes:

"Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare."

in the above sense, and perhaps embarrassingly so, in all senses, i am still mad for you. when I heard you were getting married, I once again became plagued, by a strange and perhaps cursed sense of trepidation. My heart broke. I knew that the long awaited end was now putting itself into proper effect. In this world we barley began let alone ended buffer buffer stream stream

all my love and then some,

yours

heads up: ebony bones

her heavily south london accent aside, ebony bones is arguably the biggest find we made last year, at least as far the london music set goes. she bursts with energy, reminding me of a 1000 versions of my four year old niece and her barney videos (she GOES BUCKWILD AT "i love you..."...but that IS another story entirely). ebony performs and performs, and she is hectic about it. in fact at first glance, first sample, she can overwhelm even the most dedicated of hippies. but once you modulate the kollorful propaganda she seems to so carefully push-sell and you settle her sound into the much kooler form of regard it really is, then you'll see her for what she is: genius....
las number-girl ebony bones gave a killah performance extraordinaire at the annual wicker park summer fest. kolorrrr and hype and all things dope rolled into one performance. but the dooby, dazed americana crowd meandered in and out of mild curiosity and disregard for the better part of her concert. none of that fazed her however, she belted it and belted it some more. check out the vid below and get addicted. speaking of wicker, we doing some nice research on the major cities' summer fests, it was my first time at wicker last year (2007), plenty of photos and videos and etc. btw barack gave one his bestest speeches here...


(source:guardian.co.uk)

SOS - for meredith and all her drama

what the lyrics really sound like:
save me save me save me save me save me,
love me love me love me love me
love me love me love me
love me love me
love me
yawn

rainbow fantasy (something about us)

artist: antonis 10yrs old (2006/09/15) {http://www.tuxpaint.org/gallery/?cur_pict=382}

funksoul mix for the weekend...and and and, we (the royal "We") (re)found just the song. eclectic rainbow sounds of every lover's delight.. this song makes me feel like getting high! and it is the weekend and so we are all allowed to be a little daft with love, life, noise and all of the above etcetera etcetera... anyway enjoy this soft casual throwback to all things nice. more sugar less spice! makes the world a better spot