song, the bad plus, oi

i first heard this band at the Cape Town Jazz Festival earlier this year. i had no idea who they were, but from the get go i was sold. they were playing their rendition of nirvana's "smells like teen spirit" and they gave it a decidedly mellow tinge, with a bit of a rebellious kick nonetheless, true to the original.

but it was when they performed the song "people like you" that they truly began speaking to me. it's slow, jazzy and sounds like the motif for that film you once saw about the girl leaving the guy behind, heart in hand, hope in hell. it's a beautiful song. it reminds me of everyone, ever get that feeling?

and then she was gone

"Annie and I broke up, and I still can't get my mind around that..."

beach house - teen dreams

beach house are back with a new album, "teen dream", a follow up form their 2006 album. the song "take care" is a nostalgia tinged throw-back to early fleetwood mac, coupled with the clangy, if not dreamy sounds of the memory-tapes ensambles.

find the review here

find the track here

cults, go outside

we found this band, wyling away on the free wifi at local cafe Wolves.

pitchfork describes them as ungoogable, the sparse info found on the duo is that, well they're a boy-girl duo from NYC, and are film students. no album yet, but bleeding out singles on the web intermittently


add to the summah playlist

akin to breathing

it was strange, he approached the moment with such certainty. believing with all his might that the future was theirs. that they would occupy the most vivid form of endlessness

random aimlessness

i spent the day decked out in a suit, hopping from mall to mall in the northern suburbs



it was hot, crazy hot and i had a suit on,



navy pin stripe suit with a sky blue shirt

my "asking-for-money" getup.

so i landed at three different exclusive books, picked up a self help book about winning ways

and then put it down,

i picked up the latest mandela book, "letters to myself", and found myself engrossed.



the man is who they say he is, even in most quietest of moments.

bought a schwarma and ate it sitting on a bench next to man wearing a zcc badge.

we said hello, sat for 20 min, and then said goodbye with nothing else said in between

of love of airports

i love the airport, and not for a love of travel. the airport is like sex, it serves to heighten whatever emotions one may already have, brings things into focus. so if you love someone and you two consummate that love, whatever love there is is magnified by sex. if you two suffer a chasm and you have sex, that chasm is heightened.

so the airport is similar in some sense, in that it's so full of unambiguous emotion, people tend to forget themselves in their "goodbyes" and their "hellos".

anyway. the above video is a song by dan auerbach, a song i love. love in that crazy way people love things that make them feel melancholy, if not sad. beyond that, beyond it all, i really do Just love the song

find the song here

the delfonics

this is probably the most sampled group in the nineties. the delfonics were the real OGs, everything from the fugees "ready or not" to silks, "for the love i gave to you" to "summertime" by jazzy jeff and the fresh prince.

their songs have been used extensively in film soundtracks, the most notable being Quentin Tarantino's 1997 movie Jackie Brown, in which "La-La (Means I Love You)" and "Didn't I Blow Your Mind" underscore the pivotal relationship between Pam Grier and Robert Forster. the film helped create a borderline cult following for the songs and this group.

the cure for it all

i've been listening to "Symphony Of Sorrowful Songs Symphony No. 3", Henryk Gorecki.



oi

coldplay - see you soon

memory is a bitch, she persists

for moustache lovers, who also love type

floating on the innerwebs

fonni

hipster revival

“Why should I wear a helmet? I already have my lucky flattened dead fox head sewn onto the back of my maroon tuxedo vest.”

from the website <"http://latfh.com">

Hipster Definition: “One who possesses tastes, social attitudes, and opinions deemed cool by the cool".

STRT CRD - CPT 22 September 2010

allo, FYI, supra

ms Hi:LL

Lauryn Hill X Rock The Bells from Yaya Martinez on Vimeo.

hey, it's been a while, don't know if we still have visitors, ja this world turns - busy busy. found this ms hill performance. she seemed a little rusty, but she'd need to go a long way down before we disregard her: WOWman

Tselane

i love the magic in this song, so simple so magic in its sense (overwhelmingly defined and beautiful sense) of nostalgia, cuts deep revealing memories i never knew i had... and it is one long serenade to youth and hopefulness and... the kind of melancholy that makes everything beautiful and sometimes sad, sad-because-it's-beautiful kind of beauty.

breeteeesh poltiks

and the say they british are boring. we love the above exchange between sky's politcal editor and allistar campbell, for labour spin dokter.

sorry, we've been away

We found...

ourselves...

busy...

sorry we've been away...

be back soonest...

to all three fans who are regulars.

been listening to...



been reading....



been eating lotsa...



hope to back soon.

don't touch me on my studio

wow, the circus seems to be in full swing.

scene: awb duud - in 2010? enuff said, nasal accented black woman rocking a dashiki-looking over-sized 80's faux tiger print top (who uses her hands to emphasise her multi-syllable words), and a journalist with an s-curl in 2010? enuff said. (post scripto: he went to catholic school st john bosco - go figure).

look, laugh, weep, sigh, deep sigh. i think we are currently all being disturbingly touched on our studios

twice

in so many ways, this song, this memory belongs to my friend, Her. and i didnt even know it that she was attached in both time and place to this song. infused, oness with the sadness of this song. straight out of a made-for-tv-romcom that defies the happy ending mantra and spells out its message in melancholy. we overwrite, as we tend to do, but this is huger than huge. and i trust that this goodbye cancels out all that obvious sadness one shares with ones past. if you knew her and that place when, then you'd understand. please enjoy this song and its untainted sadness

Legend

this ad, if only our president would attempt to feign to building some sort sort of legacy, sigh

he was no ordinary man, he devoured life,

swallowing large chunks of it whole - refusing to chew

no ordinary man, he lived enough life for ten people

fame stuck to him like glue,

part myth, part legend, part of us all,

and in the year 1955 - he was 24 years old

three boys at lake tanganyika

this photo, so much has been said about it. (...) we're letting it speak for itself (...)

re print, malick

this year, is dedicated to all things beautiful, we start with this malick sidibe photo, one of our favorites:

it was here, then it left

the first ten years of my life where i had my eyes firmly and roundly opened for each waking moment. the decade in which alles happended and nothing happened is gwon, nothing to deep, nothing profound profound to say about....

anyway, it's been too long, happy new brethren, and sorry for the delay, been on an unintended hiatus for the last couple of months. waiting waiting for the grand epiphany to come out come out where ever it is....


did we wish you all the happiest of new years? well happy new year, one and all, newness once more, newness can be a good thing.