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April.

This blog is getting pretty quiet.
Guess I'm at that time of the year where I don't want to Write a lot....of words.

The past few weeks.
Damn.
From finishing up term one of the studies.
To playing my/our/Balcony's first gig.
From a light anxiety attack/just a full flared body reset.
To Party too hardy.
From JHB.
To PTA.
Back.
And somewhere in between.

Oh well,
For the inbetweeners,
Check out,
Month Twice:

Open publication - Free publishing - More 500 days

Cover:
Jacques Goetz & Allstar


You Know, Do What You Will With It.
Just give it a look, yeah?

Baai for now.

Let's Do This.

-Poster by Ben Rausch-

Cover: R40 (R30 Before 21h30)

Lineup:

21:00 Balcony
21:45 Vampire 9000
22:30 Eyes Like Mirrors
23:30 Us Kids Know

Details

(500) Days.

Lift-Off!

It's been just over a month now, working on the project.
(500) Days of photography.

Shooting.
Getting 1 significant shot of the day.
Everyday.
For 500 days.

All the images you see has been accounted for one day and one day only.
Posts might be late sometime due to unseen circumstances.
But still every day has a photo of Its own.


Here's March 2011.
First Month.

Open publication - Free publishing - More 500 days

Please do enjoy.
You can scan it, download it, print it, burn it.
Whatever you want.
Just give it a look.

-Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it-
Andy

This is....

No Flash Photography Please.

Got a fat lip.
Hit in the face by a friend's head and all I got was this photo.

I like this photo.

Journalistic.
1950's-ish.

A Matter on the one hand.
And the opposite on the other.

It's been a while.

Groete aan MR. BRAND.
(on left)

Oh and these,





And a few others on Whyhelloclarice

With Love.

Hello old friends.

Long time no type.

Just "got" the new Elbow Album.
Can't wait for a special edition release.
Because if I had the money I'd buy 50 pairs of the same album.

Sick. Tired. Over Some People's shit.
Now I shall go into hiding for a while with nothing but my Ipod.
Charger.
Oh and You guessed it.
Build A Rocket Boys!

Not even food. This shall be my food.
Living off the words and memories of Mr. Guy Garvey and his Band.

Although it doesn't sound any different to what's going on these days anyway.
Oh well,

Good Night for now.

Oh Buitewyke.

Left out in the dark.
That's a good reason for Inspiration to spark.

Guilty is the good.
No sin.
Jelly bones.
Cobblestones.
Iron and Steel couldn't hold.
Cubical hearts will Inevitably fold.

_Baby Faced Angel_
_Grow a fucking heart Love_

Junior.

Going. Going. Gone.

We were able to break down our walls
But there's still something keeping us apart
You can see, smell, study and reach the other side
Through the holes of our eyes
The darkness creeps up
Always wondering if things would be different
And this is how our thoughts are torn up
Believing that there is in actuality greener grass on their side
That being,
Still it keeps us dreaming
Thriving for one of the same heart
, Hence.
This is life through the fence.

Album on this night:

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So if you missed it. Or if not. Here it is anyway.

Menu(s) and stuff.
Little updated.

Lekker.

500 Days Of This.

BBM vs INSTAGRAMS. JHB vs CPT. CONFIRM vs IGNORE. ROCKSTAR vs ANTI-ROCKSTAR. ART vs SUITS. FIGHT CLUB vs 500 DAYS OF SUMMER.

For Every action there is a Reaction.

Here's Manilla's.

Death of Manilla by Balcony

Hey. Free Stuff.

Here's some free tracks that we made.
C'mon it's free.
So take it.
Take it all in.

Great Regret by Balcony

Manilla by Balcony

And If you have that little thing called Facebook.
Head over HERE for updates and so on.

Way back then. Not so way back when.

Just an Update on last year's Italy photos.

I haven't forgotten them, but I, almost, didn't remember.

Look over HERE.

-If you haven't seen them yet-

Otherwise, If you don't want to see them at all.
This, what seems to be a Priest, would most likely be more then happy to shoot you in the face.
-No he doesn't care about the stupid "no priest with guns" rule-

That'll be all.

Oh but if you do want to see them,
Aallll righty then.
Regards and what not.

Pickin' up.

Slowly I'm starting to pick up the year's threads - Spoken words and empty promises are already not shy from over a few feet away. But hey it's a new start, new experiences, old references, old insperations, new inperations. Even Old New Ones. Whatever the turnout - Go in head swinging & Make the most out of it.

Almost Famous, Almost like a "See you on the other side" vibe.
Almost, if not yet, a Worth-Whiler.

Bennie Kruger - Sick Cindy - Rock & Roll Motherfucka.

Untitled.

Dumbstruck, nothing to say.

I needed a Holiday.
Instead I got this.

Oh, and the Elbow & The BBC Concert Orchestra Album.

Just by the way.

Spread The Love.

The black hole time laps.

The space between Christmas and New Years.
That's where we are at now.
Nothing is what it seems and no one really knows which hand is up.
For some, they'll wake up tomorrow and think, thank God it's Monday and I'm not working.
For others it's a new feeling that they'll wake up and think, Thank God my mom didn't get me another t-shirt this Christmas, instead she got me this rad guitar case...Oh fuck I need to be at work in 20 mins....
For the more unfortunate they've worked the whole weekend through and/or this is nothing new to them.
For me it's same old same old. Work or not. Guess that's just me, with dreams that one day I'll wake up in this black hole time laps and not worry about what I'm doing, just wishing that I'd rather not piss and moan, because I'm doing what I love. Be it Music, Photography, Writing up this "unasked for" opinion or anything really.

Or maybe I'm just going on because I honesty do not have anything better to do, except to go shower and lay down In front of our friendly neighbourhood mass media. Television. Soon to be 3D if you're into consumerism and all that, or if you had a lovely/lucky Christmas.

Maybe I'll listen to my shinny, not so new, with not so 5% legal music on it, Ipod. Oops. Where else am I supposed to get Elbow Orchestra tracks in SA? C'mon!

Anyways, enough about that.
I just want to wish everybody a Shinny Happy New Year and a bunch of friendly cheer.

PS. On a side note, I've noticed a lot of views out of America. Now I'm not complaining but why the sudden interest if I haven’t posted in about, oh I don't know....5 days? Weird.[I must be doing something right]. So thank you! Tell all your friends about it anyways - And let them check it out even though I don’t post for, like, 2 weeks. Yes we can! Yes we can!
Hehe
&
C'mon United Kingdom, let's get viewing.
Don't let me down now Pony-Boy...
&
-South Africa, I know you've got my back-
&
Everybody elsewhere, Germany(I'll see you soon), United Arab Emirates, Croatia, Canada, Slovenia, Russia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Mexico and anyone I've missed. Thank you.

Anywho,
HAVE A GOOD ONE.
See you in the year of next.

From me to you,
Love & Rubix cubes.

HH

Simplicity in a black whole.

Another blog. Not a prefered one, just Another one...
The current being my opinionative writer's blog.
And the other, my full photo, anytime, anywhere, anything blog.
Less Jada Jada, more snap snap.

Duffy. Is it?

Oh yeah and I/we made this....



A little video.
For Balcony.

Sleep

I need some.
It's that time of the year.




Oh, while we're on the topic, go check out Wrestlerish's new little creative project/video for their track "Sleep"....Over HERE

Sick body part.

It all started with a chair.
It's going to end with a chair.
This we all know.
But what happens in between.
That’s not our place to know.
Only our territory to explore.
After this room lies a next.
And after the next, another.
Creeping from corner to corner.
Like the darkside danger.
Shadows will always follow.
And stare while we sleep.
Love and Hate.
Give and Take.
Does it scare you?
Does it offend you?
Yes?
No?
Maybe?
I don't know.
I won't repeat the question.