All Sorted!

Well, things work out as they should and they have been easily solved.  It’s amazing how ridiculously simple things can be, even when you’re embroiled in it and up to the neck. 

The choppy waters of friendship are smoothed again.  We are moving out of a period of intense conflict towards some resolution and it’s all good.  It hopefully mirrors a coming up, a straightening out, and a new chapter!  Rock on!

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Cowabunga, dude!

There have been many great rips of the ANC’s election poster that just asks for trouble with it’s slogan “Working together we can do more”.  So of course we’ve had “Working together we can do more CRIME” and a short hop and a jump to “Working together we can do more TIME” to the slightly more disturbing one from drug-gang-riddled Uitsig, “Working together we can do more DAMAGE”.

It was just a matter of time before people started messing about with the image, and so we get:

Jacob Zuma

Rockin’!

Why no one has drawn a shower head a la Zapiro I dunno.  So keep an eye out…

Do you take it?

Watching Angels on Horseback on Friday, we laughed our asses off at their cover of The Wet SpotsTexas Annie.  Misioning around trying to find a copy of their song, I stumbled over this, which is also flippen funny.  Do you take it? manages to be cute, gawky, slightly smutty, and overall very funny, inclusing the great line: “You’re beautiful and curvy, but unless you’re kinda pervy, there’s no way you and me are going to last…”

Crutchmaster

Just been turned onto this – Bill Shannon, what a guy!  Born with a degenerative hip condition, he developed a way to express himself through dance and skateboarding on crutches. And it rocks.  And is smooth.

Flippen hell…we’ve done a lot of work with disabled and non-disabled performers in our career, and I’m always blown away by overcoming challenges and how individual artists rise against that which would keep them down.  So this is mindblowing.  Check it out…(ja ja ja…ees not a visa plug, mmkay?)

Friend

friends-band-standingJa…feelin’ a leetle blue.  We having a moment with a very good friend of ours who seems to be wanting to push out in their own direction and, for some reason, is terrifically angry with us.  I say “some reason” cos they ain’t talking so well with us.  Comms have really broken down for various reasons.  It’s pretty kak.  And I don’t imagine they’re feeling any better.

There’s anger, confusion, love, worry, stress, disappointment, and pride all jammed together in life’s beeg cement mixer and Satan’s hitting frappé.

So for today a dedication of a lyric by Mr Malcontent himself, Lloyd Cole:

walking in the rain walking with jesus and jane
jane was in her turtle neck i was much happier then
am i asking oh for so much
you could do anything you wanted to
am i asking oh for so much
no just something that i can hold down
because it`s all downhill now
so let me count the times that we swore and lied
that we`d tie ourselves to the railway line
let me count the times when of course we lied
well we know no better it was no crime
let me count the times
i well i don’t know when i when i`ll be content
but i do know i need a brand new friend

It’s not literally saying go fuck yourself we don’t wanna see you no more.  Mebbe it’s not understanding and not wanting to be friends with you like this.  But a commitment to repair what’s in sy moer in.  Y’know?

It’s time basically – to heal all wounds and wound all heels.