Ons-Is-Befok

Here are some of the photos that made it.
{Go back to them HERE}

If you don't know what I'm talking about.
Read the post before this one.

Goodnight Clarice.

Why, Hello Clarice.

It's so good to see you again.

This is most probably the last thing I remember I said sober....way back when it was still Thursday, before all the "party hardy" shenanigans.
After that it was just an all out anarchy ball of fire straight out of P-town all the way down the hill off a cliff into the ocean. Where it all began. From the conspiracies brewing in my head and some hectic Steven Hawking shit going down to the half naked man guy jumping and screaming, long drives, blood, sweat, JHB, PTA, JHB, too much beer, Vodka in the one hand and Jagermeister in the other, no food at all, pills (good ones, like for actual medical use), black-outs, mooi meisies, strangers, punks, drunks, Jamie T, pushing cars, resolving fights, petrol & a bonfire, oh and music - like in the olden days where we had no MK or MTV and we actually had to organize the party ourselves, get cheap sound, play live loud music and just not giving two cents of a flying fuck if the cops drove by...suspiciously slow. Where people rocked up whom you don't know from either side of this lovely planet of ours. Later you find yourself hugging and dancing with these mentioned people, after you pushed them off a chair and got beer or something like it thrown out all over your shiny new Wolfgang shirt, which you also made yourself...and didn't buy it for a way over-the-top-expensive price that means nothing to you and you end up giving it to a friend because he puked all over his that looked exactly the same. And If you're thinking of trying to make same-shirt dress-codes fashionable or "bring it back" if it was ever there. Don't do it, weird Identical twin paedophiles do that, or people who didn't have anything else to do but play doll with their kids. It's not cool. But by typing this on this here blog. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be proven wrong and by the middle/end of December you'll see a Two-of-the-same-shirt-special-for-the-same-price sale at your nearest Jay Jays or Mr. Price.
Lekker.

Anyways. To bring us back to our original topic. The weekend was hectic. Like not Hangover(The Movie) hectic. More like Zombie Apocalypse Hectic. After we did the DIY gig event that was planned in like a stretch of two days. Back to JHB it was. Now it's time for your friendly neighbourhood 21st. So this is where the list continues. Remember? Up top...the one with the vodka, pills, spills, Chinese food, and mentions of the word....piel...and all that. Yes. Now we move on to puking off the Balcony and cup-cakes. Not me though. Not this time. But wait there's more! There's also puking in the parking lot, the garden, a pedestal, somewhat on a dog, the list goes on, everything except out of a really fast moving car, we've done that one already. Well you know, same old same old. But on this Saturday evening I find myself still pretty badly hung-over....and what’s the best cure for a Hangover? You guessed it....Drink more....at least two solid bottles of Jagermeister more, excluding tax(beer), now it's conversations of boats and teen spirit, Captains rocking your boat and shit like that. After that I went to another party down the road where I found 5 of my very good Friends, not looking all that good, well 4, the other one' passed out and wasn't very impressed when I tried to hip eagle thrust him on the side of his face. Because their night was filled with drunk pool jumps, plain jumping, jumping over a dog, jumping coins into a glass, jumping over other people, just a lot of jumping really, a lot of booze jumping down their throat actually. After a nice glass of "brannas en kouk" I finally headed back home, At least I went to bed early. Like 3/4 AM, but only the big Man knows how I was still standing after what I take to be a total of 3 hours sleep after the DIY gig.
And just to put the icing on the lovely weekend, what do I do?...Yes, I wake up at 6:30 in the AM to go to a nice little bachelors party. You can figure the rest out for yourself. Lovely. FML.

But this is a short version of the transpired events . There`s too much detail and way too much beer involved to remember everything anyways.
[And if you have any {bad} comments on our drinking habits. Please feel free to not really say anything at all. We are young. Dumb. And on the run.]
Have a good one.
Link to the Photo's will follow soon.

Ps. Ja Tanya. Ek het.

Sunday Sessions.

Well.
About the previous post...
I Lied.
Here you go.
Some new School-yard shit.

-This is what all the "indie-scene-kids" are doing now, right?-

In The Meantime...

Here's a few/very little new tastes of Italy, be it the rain, sunshine, lonely hearts, old friendships and/or love...errr, like and lost, there's a lot more waiting. At the moment I'm getting involved and trying to sort out some stuff in both music and film, and somewhat my own branding ability, so I feel bad not throwing you with constant new material, so as an alternative please do enjoy....

Murder of Birds.

So I wanted to post this VIDEO on Sunday.

But I kindof got strung-up in some STUFF.

It's beautiful. It's a MUSIC VIDEO.

(It's folk-ish, it's got Guy Garvey singing in it. From Elbow. With a very talented Jesca Hoop)

It was probably a LOW BUDGET VIDEO.

But GREAT, -QUALITY-

Yes this is a HINT for some things going down.

In BALCONY.

Wolfgang.

We love Fashion.

Some Days.

These are the good days, as day's sometimes are.

The Planktowa Suns

Some friends of mine.
Go check them (and their Garage Cult Rock & Roll) out over here.


Fucking A

Dreams.

It is what life is made of.

Bitter Begin.

Die Stad het my verloor by geboorte.
Vir die donker hardloop ek al ewig weg,
maar ek loop eintlik net in sirkels.
Want hierdie tafel is seker myne om te dek.