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

paul smith, rachel comey

checked out paul smiths new collexion at a small and intimate holborn men's boutique. as usual he meshes up styles with arb-like finishes (ala green utility belt with an otherwise very clean cut suit). but hey that's why we love paul



"business up top, party down below" (ref http://men.style.com/). rachel comey introduced her new fall footwear range. this is a very nostaligc range, rachel brings back the walabee half cut farmer's boot, that transcended itself into a loafer somewhere during the 1980s. we like, casual, everyday, comfortable - nice to look at.

pharrell in l-town

doing it live and in full effect


super kool wrist wear


too kool for skool




pharrell of n.e.r.d fame, (or is that n.e.r.d of pharrell fame? or or or is it pharrell of nonhle thema fame?), was in london town, mini gig here mini gig there and i believe he came to town to record his new album. got these snaps from his official(?) blog (http://blog.honeyee.com/pharrell). rumour has it that the album contains two super-smacked michael jackson tracks. can't wait for the album to drop

summer:prelude

this kaleidoscopic beatmix of them one two-one twos had me mixing me own one two-one twos in a dizzy haze of yester-decade funk (err wtf?!?). bright sounds in bright neon hues delight me ears and keep me flipping this track on its head...play.stop.repeat.play.stop.repeat.play.stop.repeat...and so it goes - summer for the south! imminent & inevitable - drug-like induced happiness is on the cards once again. stand on your head while listening to this:



check out their myspace page:

http://www.myspace.com/neonindian

sue

this song simply reminds me of sue...she never did look back

slow dance, slower dance, slowest dance

long drawn out falsetto, accapella soft and very easy on the ears...i enjoyed the soft soft soft intensity of this song (make sense? maybe not). had me slow dancing all by myself in my living room, desperately trying to remember who or what this song reminds me of...how sad, how lovely. here she is live, somewhere, sometime, enjoy:

lolo veleko

a friend of a friend of friend was feeling nostalgic and googy gah gahhed about home and so decided to host a dinner and exhibition set in her very spacious (by london town standards) living room. she had all the walls decked up with famous south african fotographers, lolo included (http://www.artthrob.co.za/07feb/artbio.html). lolo's wall was the one that left the mostest impression on me. wow wow wow! instant hyperbole, full blown, overexposed photolithogrpahs on cotton rag paper. this optical - colour inspired intrusion formed the highlight of my evening. and once again i was introduced and reminded of how deep & layered we can all be in sa. i love it, next time around, i want to see the real type exhibition. there was also really cool music playing in the background, softening the mood into this mellow haze. all in all a very cool evening.

one of the songs (bugge wesseltoft, existence) i heard and i made point of googling, very jazzy, very compatible with the dooby dazed haze that rounded off the night, enjoy:



*sigh...missing home is becoming tiring

musical osmosis

....this song does magic for my insides, and thom yorke carries it. his voice floats and permeates mah flat LCD screen - musical osmosis via audiophones. such a raw raw raw rawness in the yearning, pining, torture modulated yorke voice, making his sadness my sadness. the song is pregnantlly full of angst and thom delivers each word with considered poise. this song is power power power. the song's ending is like that musical score you find playing at the end of a really sad movie, one you wish would never end:

neo-faux fluff

the book outliers is about the obvious. gladwell tries his damnest to pretend that the bane-fully obvious is actually complex and ahem, deep. the book was very easy to get into, and yes, even easier to abandon. gladwell has the world hoodwinked on his faux religion, platitude-riddled one ones. his energies seem off, and they affected mine as i read outliers. i don't think he believes what he writes, too easy too clean and his message tries too hard to be applicable to almost everybody. yawn

and, furthermore

she was a lover of gaugin; bright coloured, femme subjects of the native type, bordered the boundary of art and caricature. there is nothing subtle about this style, some say the style offends - depictions of the human form in an almost primitive sense - an exaggerated otherness, human looking but strangely akin to beast and not kin. gaugin's sense of tahiti (read: black) women sits nicely with the views of the creators of alek wek, standards standards, we all have 'em. i told her my style - dare i say - is perhaps more understated (understated in the "less is more tradition"), she understood

do you carry the moon in your womb...

i rediscovered a song i abandoned years ago, porcelain, not the moby track, but the red hot chilli peppers number number. reloaded it onto my ipod and re-lived the memories of my teen angst period. my mind cluttered with visions of party of five dawson's creek felicity and yes all of the above. funny how so many of my defining points of references are queezy, cheesey, mono-dimensional americana teen dramas - living in one's head has its side effects. anyway, porcelain is deeply deep, in the suicidal sense. very unlike the other rhcp songs on any of their albums. i think it's significant that the song is tucked away quietly at the end of carlifonication, something about that song disrupts the flow of that album. it feels like it doesn't belong there. super song though, feet to the stars kind of super. please sample and be edified:

koop

the standard format on this one two one two beat session is slightly off-key {translation: the timing on the drums is slightly off...}, but i get the sense that this was deliberate. koop is yet another nordic country uber-to-cool-for-skool band set. saw them in the east, singapore to be precise...i must say it wasn't love at first bite, but this jazzy, fuzzy and yes sometimes saccharine swedish version of jazz can hit the spot sometimes. i like the way it begins and then how it continues to tie itself up in looping bass guitar riffs. koop has collaborated with almost everybody, from gilles to bjork. we like our jazz with some street cred, we're no fascists.sample and love.

intense fragility

this madness, this elaborate force of the unreal, this unreality that leaves me undone, where does it come from? What measure, what dimensions, what force of nature is this that leaves me all together untogether? yes this song had us getting carried away for moment, we got poetic and called ourselves poets, even if it was for a minute long moment. {aside} the girl and the song share the same sameness of intense fragility {/aside}. song below is a cover of the joy division track, susanna and her magical orchestra lifted it to a far more sublime level:



here is the joy division link compare, decide:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ii8m1jgn_M&feature=related

interregnum

the movie disgrace is about to hit the circuit. based on the book of the same name, by the now former south african authour, jm coetzee. by all accounts the movie marries itself well to the esence of the book. if that is true then i for one am looking forward to it. the book was extremely well written, nuanced when it needed to be, deliberate & obvious when otherwise. coetzee managed to both offend and reveal interesting insights about the interregnum: ala apartheid to happy ever after. anyway read/see the whole thing for yourselves and determine its worth. the already evident cringe-factor is that the casting is all americana. nothing, absolutely nothing was foriegn about the book and its narrative.

kith & kin

the black & white snaps of santu mofokeng were on display in london. it was cold, snowy, rainy and moody - london style. a friend and i hauled oursleves over to rivingtons palace for the opening night of santu's exhibition. wow wow wow. all of it so intensely familiar. one of my favourite pics describes a landscape so vast and yes, familiar, grey scale printed on bryth paper. it shows the tale end of a funeral procession, one with more people than cars. a man or at least his outline faintly dominates the foreground with the center of the pic containing a single deck municipal bus, following solemnly behind the rest of the procession. kith and kin motion on in stillness to bury their dead (the eternal rest of those who have gone before us cannot steady the unrest of those of us to follow). for all our shortcomings, we bury our dead in the most beautiful way, this picture - from a grey soaked london - reminded me of that small fact, reminded me of home

back to the future, and then some

bubble jackets and michael jackson, clangy rap sounds and geri-curl perms - billy ocean style. tear gas and mellow yellows - nothing mellow about those yellow casspirs of fright. the 80's are back sans the whole apartheid vibe, tah dah, tah dum! all of this to-ing and fro-ing down memory lane had me remembering my absolute fave fave song from the american quasi 80's outfit, TV On the Radio (what a cool name!), "dancing choose". this song has me doing somersaults in every direction. the neo-80s synthesized drum-beats get me going from the words, "He's what, he's what" - i am all about first impressions...

bon (h)iver

bon iver; indie/folk/rock/alternative music guy, with magic in his mouth. said man-Gik eloquently masquerading as words, dancing for all to see. did i mention that i love love the way this song begins, straight to the point. it makes a commitment to its message and sentiment from the first bar, i like that, i wish it were the broadest of metaphors as to how the boy-meets-girl dynamic should begin. begin with the fullest display of intent, no mess, no fuss, blissfilled certitude. did i mention that the girl and the song are one?

songfullblissfullness

the most beautiful song i heard earlier this evening, in all its simplicity and wonderful wonder, it allowed my mind to wander and heal itseslf into yet another absolute sense of hopefull-ness. i love this song (and barely nothing else on this album, if anybody wants the cd let me know, i'll give it away, i have all i need from it now),especially the way it ends, sad and melancholy and yet, riddled with a dawson leary (or at least a drug induced, same diff) type of optimism:

selfportrait

when you look into this darkness, praygod that the image you see remains unfamiliar