Dear Blogger; By the time you read this, I'll be gone. You were good, and then we had bad sex, I broke up with you, then we had make up sex and it sucked, and now we don't talk any more. It's so funny how we don't talk, anymore. I've moved my stuff out and what I've left behind, you can keep, burn or give to charity. I don't care. I'm off with my new love, her name is WordPress. So long and take care, Hedmekanik p.s: [...]
Ladies and gents, we apologise for the interruption in service. We have our best technicians working on the problem. Please talk amongst yourselves for a moment... To be honest, the Blogger platform sucks, and I think it's high time I migrated this blog to WordPress, which I've realised is a much tighter package. And who doesn't like a tight package, hmmm? Therefore, consider this one of the last posts at this URL, with info to be posted shortly as to where you will find The Voodoo Kitchen v.2. Bear in mind I'm moving to Cape Town, so the [...]
As stated above, snowed under with year-end stuff, so I'll keep it short and sweet. Tis the season to get so motherlessly wrecked up that you forget your own name, your dog's name, your mother's name, where you live, where you left your car/girlfriend/boyfriend/moral s and how you got home. Traditional stuff, then. Thus and therefore, you should get your ass to the two events represented in flyer form above, where you will find yourself in very good company. If I post nothing before the festive season truly hits, please accept my humble merry wishes in advance. [...]
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"Money often costs too much." - Ralph Waldo Emerson 'One for the money', that's what we call it. And considering the looks of this joint, they have a lot of it to splash around. In this, the time of the financial house of cards, it seems this bunch of product pimps are doing a roaring trade. All the signs are there: parking lot crammed with all the right insignia, rows of shiny new models, winking away as the dirt poor shuffle past the electrified fence. Labels and egos in all [...]
Supersonic Sound Systems...Or Silence? So we're off to AfrikaBurn again in six(ish) weeks, and once again we members of Camp AmaDeadly Disco will be hauling a van packed with all the stuff needed to create our dancefloor and chill area: speakers, amps, DJ booth, scanners, fairy lights, CDJ's, mixers, carpet, dust covers, fabric, inflatable furniture, 10x20m stretch tent, poles and...all the rest. It'll take us a day and half to get there - the Tankwa Karoo is pretty much all the way across the country from where we're situated on the Panga Coast. Once [...]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of steel. Holy flaming shitburgers, Batman, but I believe we have reached a new pinnacle in bad taste. Stopped in my tracks like a newborn duiker in the blitzkrieg hunting spots of a Land Cruiser, I was bedazzled into next month. From the dazzlingly sterile plains of the stainless steel door panels to the unfinished symphony of the triumphant doorside pillars with their aerial roots hinting at further shininess yet to come, all was full of bling. Cosmonauts on the International Space Station have [...]
Burn, baby. Burn. You're standing in the middle of a wide, flat plain of baking hot red rock. Next to you is The Wish, a three-storey-high dome constructed out of circles of white-painted marine plywood. A little further off stands a multi-headed effigy, the San Clan, which stands a little higher than The Wish. In the distance you can make out the blue silhouettes of the Cedarberg. It's midday and 40 degrees in the shade, and. There. Is. No. Shade. [...]
There they go, through rain and sleet and snow, bitching as they go... "The toilets were sif. They were long-drops. They were plastic portable toilets. The toilets were just a hole in the ground surrounded by a grass screen you could drive a bus through. There weren't any toilets. There wasn't any toilet paper. There weren't any showers. The showers were too cold. The showers were too busy. They charged a fee to use the toilets, and another to use the showers. The bar was too far. The bar was too close [...]
Tell me sumting, Mr Government Man... Standing at the bar at Saturday night's LKJ gig, and along came Neil Comfort, veteran promoter on the Durban music scene from way back since the bad old days and present owner of legendary venue The Rainbow in Pinetown. His muttered comment on the organisation of the gig? 'Fly by night operators.' Turns out the organisers – Purple Haze Productions – had to change the Cape Town venue three times (on the day of the gig) because – get this – they [...]
See Spooky Panda. See Spooky Panda dance. Dance, Panda, dance! The wife says I'm getting soft in my old age, and classifies some of the stuff I now DJ as 'house'. Now, I mighta taken exception to such barefaced cheek a few years ago, but I've realised that 'house music' probably reflects the spirit of some of the stuff best. Why? Because all the truly dire crap drivel coming outta speakers at a club near you is no longer called house - it's called by [...]
Photo: Roger Jardine / shot on Hasselblad Always wondered what all the fuss was about, this whole thing about weddings. The stress, the bickering, the family members meddling, the fussing and minor meltdowns. You always hear about 'Christ, was I nervous' and 'It just gets too much' and all that. Had always thought people were overreacting and just being, well, useless. And now I know. It's a helluva thing. You walk down that aisle and all eyes are you and...you kinda have a minor out of [...]
Going down like a lead Zeppelin News of a new Prodigy release always provokes a fresh outbreak of moonfaced anticipation from diehard fans of 'Experience' and 'Music For The Jilted Generation', who hold out for a return to the warped Korg synths and acid house stabs of those seminal albums. And, after the commercial success of 'Fat Of The Land' with its MTV-rotation-heavy hits 'Breathe' and 'Firestarter' and the overblown, critically panned disco punk extravagance of 'Always Outnumbered Never Outgunned', you could hardly blame them. After all, quo vadis Prodigy, after the [...]
"Blogger has been notified, according to the terms of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), that certain content in your blog infringes upon the copyrights of others." Hmmm.
OK, Chuck, just look into the camera. 'Yeah, I am.' Oh... So there I was, minding my own business, in the smoking section at the Wimpy, that haven of sanity in an otherwise hectic Hypermarket By The Sea. It's a trade-off with my dearest wife; she does the shopping and, as I'm too busy eating grease and reading the Sunday papers, I can't distract her from the all-important administration of domestic supplies. Well, it wasn't a haven of sanity for long. As the wife disappeared into the realm of frantic retail horror, a [...]
For chrissakes, George, would you forget about the sitar and hurry up, we've girls waiting... Once more a rare as rocking horse shit studio outtake has roared across the interweb and I was caught napping. But oh - sometimes it's best to take it slow, as can be witnessed by the many blogs the web over which have had their postings whipped right out from under their keyboards faster than you can say 'copyright infringement'. Which is admittedly not that fast. In any case, in the spirit of musically-inclined blogs [...]
No, Mr Sutcliffe, it wasn't us, but yes, we like it. The wife and I went to see Pieter Dirk-Uys' 'Elections and Erections' at the Elizabeth Sneddon theatre last night, and what a great show it was. PDU had the audience in stitches, he had us wide-eyed and thoughful, he had us howling like banshees. Oh yes, he had us, alright, for the man is a consummate observer of South Africa's social and political foibles, and has a uncanny knack for shining a light on the sheer lunacy [...]
Pretoria's finest, rocking at (sweaty) sea level... (Photo: Marcello Maffeis) Having previously played Durban twice, to what could optimistically called sparse crowds due to a lack of exposure (which is odd, considering kidofdoom are shit-hot, as in 'Jesus Christ, call the fuckin' fire department, these dudes are flaming!'), it was encouraging to see a packed-out Willowvale Hotel play host at the band's third Durban appearance. It seems that a support slot played by the perennially cheerful The Arrows, who move with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed fanbase that would [...]
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