Never in the history of me doing a 5, 8, 10 or 15KM have I had an asthma attack but for some odd reason, I had my first one at Nike’s Move Jozi. How unfortunate. Although, my attacks are never as dramatic as they make them seem in the movies. In fact, if you were running along me, you wouldn’t have known. But I knew.
Besides that, I enjoyed Move Jozi. The route was cool. Johannesburg is really beautiful at night. But I’m really a slow runner *Kanye shrug*
I skipped the Run Jozi (Alex) in October last year because I was having other health issues (yes, I’m issuesome). I developed a swelling right at the end of my spine that made walking and bending incredibly painful as well as caused migraines. My sister thought I had meningitis. Thank goodness I did not.
So I did the very first Run Jozi in March 2012. Where it cost R150 or less, with awesome night-worthy shirts as well as inclusive of personalisation. And this year, it was R200 with none of the above. Eek!
But I’m done ranting. I will run it again, as long it’s actually in Jozi and not Alex (ahem!).
On the topic of books, The Shining Girls. I’m reading it at the same time as Half of a Yellow Sun (yes, it’s possible).
Lauren Beukes is incredibly talented. Another African (more specifically, South African) fiction writer. Loving what’s coming out of us.
If only I could write something. I feel like there’s so much potential, I just have no idea how or where I’m going to start.
The last time I saw an international act perform in SA must have been Chris Rock, he’s not even a musician.
I didn’t go to Coldplay, Little Dragon, Lauryn Hill, Robert Glasper, Kanye (I went when he first came), Miguel, Jill Scott, Gregory Porter, Kings of Leon, Lady Gaga, 30 Seconds To Mars, R. Kelly, The Killers, John Legend. (What happened to My Coke Fest?)
In fact you could say I’ve been missing out on life. The last time I saw an international musician was in New York (threw that in there) last year. Beyonce. Free concert. Good Morning America. And I had the pleasure of taking a pic with Alicia Keys the year before for the same concert.
So NOW…I’m getting back in the game. No more FOMO. Jamiroquai and Kendrick Lamar *swoon*
Maxwell is coming to SA too but I’m not about to go to the Coca-Cola Dome. It was a nice venue when I was young teen sweating over Usher, but not anymore. And it’s Maxwell. I need to sit down but still be able to see him.
Don’t even talk to me about Rihanna.
With the heavy load of cooler boxes and camper chairs, I finally settled in a neat (shady) spot with my friends as we lamented on the extreme heat of the day. With constant rain for six days in Johannesburg, scepticism of the Campus Invasion Tour’s occurrence roamed at large. But because Goldfish was performing and I was there, the sun smiled upon us and gave us a feastful treat of Electro-Jazz at the Johannesburg Botanical Gardens.
About an hour before Goldfish were due to perform I managed to get a few words from them on how their life has spanned out thus far and how they came to being such great musicians.
As a two-man band, Dominic Peters and David Poole found each other in the lecture halls of the University of Cape Town’s Music classes and from then on became known as the band, Goldfish. It seemed quite odd for two young men to conjure such a name but Dominic elegantly put it that he has the mind of a goldfish: his memory is shocking.
The next moment he explained the twosome’s proven draw has got almost everyone owning the most popular pet, and dreamed of being as popular as Goldfish — then he gave out quick laugh and said, “I’m just kidding.”
Goldfish doesn’t dream of being a big-name commercialized band. Being as simple and as talented and as passionate as they are about the sounds they produce are more than they could ask for.
David found himself at the tip of every question, seemingly outspoken and very open about his life in the limelight and how it all began. Goldfish’s freshman album, Caught in the Loop, was self-released, without the assistance of any record label.
It took the duo five years for recording musos and producers to take them seriously playing the music from that album. David believed it had been necessary to make that move (releasing without a record label backing them) because labels tended either to turn them away as unknowns or bring them to performing music outside their style.
Meanwhile, with an album already in the wax and Goldfish having by then as many as 5,000 fans on their Facebook and MySpace pages, record executives got a chance to see them perform under their own style, and come to respect it. Naturally their plan worked — today Goldfish are signed to the international music scene label, Pacha, in Spain.
Both Dominic and David graduated UCT with degrees in Jazz Performance with “Master David” getting his Masters in it.
How do two young men come to think that Jazz would be of the slightest interest to a generation of commercialized pop, rock and hip-hop? They believe that gone are the days when the ’50s pop of The Beatles or the poetic elements of hip-hop meant something deeper and meaningful, although they have much respect for artists such as Amy Winehouse (who they believe sings the Blues). But to infuse Jazz, House and Electronica is a way of getting the young people close to acquiring a taste of jazz — they compared it to acquiring a taste for sushi.
It was at that point in the conversation, a young pregnant woman with her husband and son approached us asking for a way to the main area.
Dominic jokingly asked “Do you wanna go on stage? …The Mommas and Poppas!” referring to the popular 1960s pop group, while David began laughing and describing their dancing and way of music.
The Goldfish boys know their music very broady, checking names like Def Jam, Run DMC in addition to the Mommas and Poppas.
Dominic lent a few lines: “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it…,” referring to how they want to love their music and not get sick of a constant pop-like sound that they may have to play five or 10 years on. Dom pronounced wisely: “You gotta enjoy the music you make…”
Goldfish have much respect for and would love to work with bands such as the New Academics and 340ml, but believe they may be better suited getting the drug-ridden Amy Winehouse to add some lyrics to their powerful sounds. David described the Blues as a genre fed with pain and ache —
"The slaves began the genre," added Dominic.
— and thus conveys such trauma to music, making it that much more meaningful.
Music is surely about sound whether it be vocal or instrumental or produced in a studio. But only a rare pop act can truly call themselves musicians, because of course anyone can sing — as both me and Dom do — in the shower. But playing instruments is a magnificent skill of music production, and David made no excuse for being a good musician. Great confidence.
Between he and Dominic, they play the parts of tenor and soprano saxophone, insert samplers, effects, mixing, production, engineering, pluck the double bass, phife the flute, pound keyboards, synths, groovebox and perform all the programming…. Whew!! Quite a mouthful — and a lot of work to have it all work out together, but the guys are gifted and just make it connect.
At the Botanical Gardens, as their time came to perform as the headline act, they were drawing the biggest crowd of the day toward the stage.
A sea of pale faces could be seen from the stage moving and shaking to the magnificence called Goldfish. The duo did what they do best, which is perform to the utmost brilliance and get the crowd wanting more. With no more than their instruments, Goldfish sent the crowd into a trance of feel-good and wild dancing, under the clear Jo’burg skies.
There would be no forgetting this duo with their unique acoustic beats. Goldfish is most definitely a lasting memory.
Now Novel. A toolkit that helps with creative flair in starting the novel you promised to start 10 years ago. I promised myself to start 10 years ago and have yet to do so. The website says it’ll “help me find an idea, create structure and stay motivated.”
I thought I’d have millions of manuscripts and/or treatments of plays and novels by now. But alas, I have no idea what to write about. In my varsity years I took to writing about entertainment. Hell this blog has about two pieces on television shows and a review on a play. It also has a piece on Aids is a mass murderer, as well as my advocacy for social media (I am now a social media manager).
What I would give to have ideas oozing out of me to create all sorts of pieces that just come together and make something interesting and magical.
So as I was cleaning out my hard drive I came across two articles I wrote for the now defunct Spin Earth. And it has sparked something in me. Maybe not to be a novelist, but to be a writer. A creative writer. Not a journalist.
Journalism can be stifling with too much hard hitting and factual stuff. I want to write a narrative. I want to write for Vanity Fair.
So while I might not become a novelist, Now Novel could possibly help keep me in the path of writing.
Any way, over the next two blog posts I’ll share two articles I wrote. One about Goldfish and the other, Dear Reader.
*sigh* What have I gotten myself into? A challenge, that’s what. Inspired from a 30-day challenge fashion blogger Thithi Nteta did.
I’m a boy at heart. Everyone knows. Well, a boy that like dresses. But my colleagues Mili and Phathu have coaxed me into being a girl just this one time, and possibly transform me into a swan princess (cue Buzzfeed: Ranking 12 Iconic TV and Movie Makeovers)
Wear something different to the office every day for the next two weeks, excluding shoes (because no one is Carrie Bradshaw in real life) but including jewellery, which I don’t wear (BONUS!) Considering that I’ll be seeing my colleagues over the weekend, it counts too.
Any way, I started here. My dress was a hit *pops collar*
Okay, so I didn’t look like a boy yesterday. But I see myself regressing from this point on. You know sweatpants to work and stuff.
The competition is stiff.
On your marks. Get set. GO!
As shallow as a kiddie pool
Toure via Twitter.
This sums up The Great Gatsby in its entirety. I was sorely disappointed and feel like the book should just have never been made into movies. I haven’t seen the 20s version of the film. I don’t plan to. Ever.
It was incredibly animated. And awkward. Some of the scenes felt like I was watching an actor forget his lines on a (live) stage play.
If I was the type of person to fall asleep in movie theatres, I would have. I also would have walked out but I had to finish it so that I could have a complete opinion.
I feel sorry for the high profile actors in this film. Leonardo di Caprio. Tobey Mcguire. Carey Mulligan, etc etc…They’re good actors in general, but this was a step backwards. Sadly, still no Oscar for Leo.
I’m starting to think that there’s no way for The Great Gatsby to be a good movie. (<—possible Engrish) I mean Francis Ford Coppola wrote the screenplay for the 1974 version with Robert Redford **swoon** FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA!!! It cannot be saved.
I’m going to watch Midnight in Paris (for the second time in a week) to restore my faith in F. Scott Fitzgerald once again.
To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
I’ve recently been in the mood to watch some foreign films. So I asked my friend, Michelle, to send me a list of recommended films because I know she’s cultured like that. And so I have been participating in a private foreign film festival, with fellow eager beaver, Noluthando.
Then I got to Spanish film, La Piel Que Habito (The Skin I Live In). IMDB describes it as:
A brilliant plastic surgeon, haunted by past tragedies, creates a type of synthetic skin that withstands any kind of damage. His guinea pig: a mysterious and volatile woman who holds the key to his obsession.
I somehow feel that this description doesn’t even begin to describe what the story is really about. It’s somewhat of a second storyline that becomes non-existent thirty minutes into the movie
There’s a twist that I cannot reveal because I really need for you to watch this film.
It was a confusing and a little bit of a disturbing film.
Disturbing because a deranged “tiger” (who is really a human on the run from the law) who licks TV screens and has scars on his face that could haunt you in your sleep.
Confusing because the story jumps through time, and so much happens. Well, maybe because I didn’t really focus (because it all seemed to make perfect sense when I watched it the second time).
Any way, here is a trailer. Hopefully, it will convince you if I haven’t already. Although it’s a really bad trailer lol