So there we were, Saturday night, 11pm… my missus and I… staring blankly at the mixer.
The birthday cake for our two-year-old daughter had just come out the oven and was cooling on the counter. The day began at 5.15am (our kids don’t quite understand why that’s illegal) and we haven’t stopped since then. Ah, parenthood.
The hypnotic effect of the butter icing swirling around in the mixing bowl was enough to begin my philosophical departure: what was life like before the birth of our kids?
I honestly can’t remember. My life was probably really pathetic. Back then, if I could remember, we probably Continue reading Parenthood: The rockstar life
In our opinion, Big Beat rocks. In all aspects of the word.
The Pietermaritzburg-based production company, who stage most of the big concerts and shows in PMB and the midlands, went out on a limb to bring top South African rock act Prime Circle to perform at the Golden Horse Casino. Continue reading Rock and Big Beats with Prime Circle and people of the Burrah
I once read a statistic that looked at how fast an earthquake travels compared to how quickly news travels on Twitter. Yup, you guessed it. Twitterers within the earthquake radius would know about the oncoming earthquake before it actually reached them. The problem, however, is that they would be delayed a further few seconds from escaping the carnage because they simply had to retweet what they had just read.
In South Africa, though, we don’t have earthquakes. We have taxis with sub woofers. Problem is, Continue reading Life in South Africa: Social Networking
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… it’s clichéd, I know, but it’s true: nothing can prepare you for the birth of a child. Fatherhood second time around it’s just as exciting, just as nerve-wracking. Continue reading Father once again… trying to be cool during the time of your life
Crazy World is the oldest song on the album.
I started writing it over two years ago while on holiday in Cape Town. I remember the vast, crazy contrast while I was there: the immense opulence of Camps Bay versus the in-your-face drags of Khayelitsha. I remember how foreign both ways of life were to me. I pondered over it for weeks. In the end, Continue reading Behind the Song: Crazy World
I’m not sure if it’s like this in other countries of the world, but it’s an ongoing mystery to me how people transform into the most self-righteous bigots when they climb into a car. Continue reading Life in South Africa: Traffic
It’s not often that I get to just sit and play guitar, but on this particular Saturday afternoon, I was strumming the chords that would become this song when Tam walked into the room and started singing spontaneously.
I remember we’d both been pretty busy and it was nice to just be at home, with no agenda for the day. Tam walked in, heard the chords and said, Continue reading Behind the Song: Hide Away
Allow me to be honest: it was one of those weeks. The RCB worked, and man… did we work. It’s an emotional experience collaborating in music and putting yourself out there. All of us in the RCB feel it. The highs of the music business are exceptionally high, and the lows are laden with the smell of sulphur.
However, I am constantly amazed at who comes to watch us perform.
KZN is historically avoided Continue reading A week of shows in KZN
Rod and Karen Nichols are the owners of a venue which has recently started up in Westville, and they’ve called it Open Strings. Once a month Rod and Karen open their home and host a major South African act performing an acoustic set. On the bill thus far has been Farryl Purkiss, John Ellis, Syd Kitchen and Nibs van der Spuy. Continue reading Open Strings in Westville