Mesmerising Music

Illustration by Zoe-Emma

Listening to this song on repeat...

"Mesmerizing"

You said things I wouldn't say

Straight to my face, boy

You tossed the egg up

And I found my hands in place, boy

After backing up as far as you could get

Don't you know nobody parts two rivers met?

Don't you know I'm very happy?

You know me well

I'm even happier

I like it

I like it

With all of the time in the world to spend it

Wild and unwise, I wanna be mesmerizing too

Mesmerizing too

Mesmerizing to you

With all of the time in the world to spend it

Wild and unwise, I wanna be mesmerizing too

Mesmerizing too

Mesmerizing to you

xx

My Monday Musing

Let’s talk about postmodernism, the subjectivism of the world today. Let’s discuss our truths that lead us to believe in our facts. There is more than one way of knowing, and knowledge is expressed from our own perspective – let’s agree that this world, our knowledge, and to a large degree, even facts all come with a degree of uncertainty.

Let’s explore art galleries the world over. I want you to tell me how you really feel when you look at Matisse’s Yellow Curtain. Let’s debate the influence of van Gogh’s mental illness on his paintings. Did his art console him, as he intended art to console those who are broken by life?
Let’s compare Klimt’s Golden Phase to the changing leaves on an autumn afternoon.

Let’s talk about the way you can hear Yo Yo Ma’s discipline in the way he plays the cello. Let’s compare that to the fluidity and passion I can hear when Jacqueline du Pré plays the same piece of music. Encourage me to play the cello. Let’s discuss the lyrics of all our favourite songs, and what they mean to us.

Tell me how you carry my heart with you, that you carry it in your heart. Let’s talk about the controversial poetry of E.E. Cummings, let’s talk about prejudice. Let us not judge. I want you to notice how, like Maya Angelou, I rise. I want you to know that my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. Let’s remind each other that the Earth and everything that's in it, is ours.

Let’s talk about Mikhail Baryshnikov, Vaslav Nijinsky and Rudolf Nureyev. Tell me who the Critics Circle National Dance Awards has cited as the greatest names in contemporary ballet. Let’s watch and afterwards discuss Marianela Nuñez’s performance as the Black Swan.

But let’s never talk about me being unable to discuss anything real. These things are as real to me as the Rose Quarts and Serenity colours of the sunset.

xx

A Country Kinda Tuesday

Johnny Cash & June Carter - It Ain't Me, Babe

I hope you have a Happy Tuesday, friends!

xx

For the Love of Fiona

I am literally listening to this song on repeat...

Always fun rediscovering the love of an old favourite.

You didn't see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watchin' someone else
I stared at you and cut myself

Its all I'll do 'cause I'm not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I'm amorous but out of reach
A still life drawing of a peach

I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I've made my peace I'm dead I'm done
I watched you live to have my fun

I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you.

I made it to a dinner date
My tear drops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance but lost my nerve
I cramped up in the learning curve

I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I'm resigned to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you

I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.

xxx

This Song

I think this may be my favourite song ever - I never get tired of hearing it...

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.

All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything

Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything.

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinning, oh,

I'm spinning, how quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,

But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

xxx

Festival Fashion

With excitement building for the upcoming Oppikoppi in August I thought I would post some outfit inspiration taken from the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival - These people get it so right.

Just add a dust mask...

All images Style.com 

xxx

Weekend in Clarens

In March 2011, my lovely friend, Carla, got married in Clarens (see post here). From the moment I arrived for the wedding, I fell in love. In the foothills of the Maluti Mountains, it is honestly one of the prettiest places in South Africa.

So when Josh invited me to come with him, on what was essentially a family holiday, I was super excited…

We arrived at Clarens Inn and Backpackers in the evening, on the weekend of JAMBOREE, an annual music fest. Greeted by the smiles of joyful family and friends united. A bonfire burning in front of the stage was surrounded by people drinking, laughing and enjoying the spirit of togetherness.

Various bands played long into the night – including Folk Rock band, Rooibaardt, who seemed to be the favourite, and understandably so, with their fun sound, wide array of instruments, and satirical lyrics.

I stayed in the girl’s dorm – Wall to wall bunk beds, with bright pink linen, and floral curtains. Ruffled covers on bottom bunks gave me the impression that there were only top bunks available – An exciting prospect for a 12 year old, but rather intimidating when considering the amount of gymnastics that was necessary to heave myself into bed. Throughout the night creaking springs could be heard under thin foam mattresses.

I was up early the next morning, dreading the use of the communal bathroom – public bathrooms being one of my biggest phobias.  With rubber flip flops firmly on my feet; I closed the shower curtain, turned on the water, and braced myself for a cold shower and was pleasantly surprised by the steady flow of hot water.

After a very necessary cappuccino, we piled into the mom wagon, and deployed into town for breakfast at The Post House – no doubt one of the most popular breakfast spots in the town – and after eating the breakfast tramezzini I completely understand why.

The weather was miserable, but the bonfire and a steady flow of alcohol kept everyone warm. People danced barefoot in muddy puddles to the eclectic mix of musicians.

On Sunday afternoon, we once again piled into the mom wagon, and headed to the Golden Gate National Park. The sun was shining, and we enjoyed a large part of the afternoon talking nonsense and laughing on a rock overlooking the most beautiful valley.

Sunday night was our last night in Clarens - it is always sad when such a wonderful time comes to an end - especially for those saying goodbye to family who stay far away. I was reminded that rather than focusing on the sadness, we need to remember the good times that were had, and the memories that were made.

I had the best time, listening to awesome music, sleeping in a creaky bunk bed, learning new words and phrases, singing songs with made-up lyrics and mostly just laughing loads.

Thank you my Joshua for sharing such a special weekend with me – So much of lesbians for you guy xxx

Bad Fortune

Threw my bad fortune
Off the top of
A tall building
But I'd rather have done it with you

Your boy's smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love

In Chinatown
Hungover
You showed me
Just what I could do

Talking about
Time travel
And the meaning
And just what it was worth

And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody's got something good to say

Things I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken place

When we walked through
Little Italy
I saw my reflection
Come right off your face

I paint pictures
To remember
You're too beautiful
To put into words

Like a gypsy
You dance in circles
All around me
And all over the world

And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody's got something good to say

So I take my
Good fortune
And I fantasize
Of our leaving
Like some modern-day
Gypsy landslide

Like some modern-day
Bonnie and Clyde
On the run again

Walk on the Wild Side

Wiseuella

Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.

Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her legs and then he was a she

She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

He said, "Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side"

Candy came from out on the island

In the backroom she was everybody's darlin'

But she never lost her head

Even when she was giving head

She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

He said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

And the coloured girls go

Doo do doo, doo do doo, doo do doo

Little Joe never once gave it away

Everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there

New York City's the place where they said

"Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side"

Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets

Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the Apollo, you should've seen 'em go go go

They said, "Hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

Alright, huh

Jackie is just speeding away

Thought she was James Dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash

Valium would have helped that bash

She said, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side"

And the coloured girls say

Doo do doo, doo do doo, doo do doo

- Lou Reed, Walk on the Wild Side\

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ88oTITMoM

Happy Weekend Friends!

xxx

Without You

Observando

It's a motherfucker

Being here without you

Thinking 'bout the good times

Thinking 'bout the bad

And I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker

Getting through a Sunday

Talking to the walls

Just me again

But I won't ever be the same

I won't ever be the same

It's a motherfucker

How much I understand

The feeling that you need someone

To take you by the hand

And you won't ever be the same

You won't ever be the same

- Eels

 xxx

Shots Fired

Super amped for this weekend!

Shots Fired two nights in a row...

...Always nice to have an excuse to dress up...

This evenings show offers discounted entrance for those who dress up.

CCHQ, filled with nic 'n nac and bric 'n brac, is one of my absolute favourite places!