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This was my bladdy jam. However, I need to set the scene. Cape Town had a very small and tight hip hop community.  There was a club we all frequented called The Base and the music was straight up militant, mixed with b boys flipping out on the dance floor and rap battles – mostly […]

I can hear the hip hop song sounding in my ears…you can get with this or you can get with that. And I can see the entire club exploding as they play Black Sheep. Booya! Those were good times. This blog post will deal with bits and bobs of crazy thought. First, guess who rocked […]

I read this book in one sitting. The writer was a famed journalist as South Africa became a democracy and she shares her experiences of that time along with her link to her ancestors who kept the stories of her people safe. Stories she is now tasked with sharing. A book to read and own. […]

Oh….I had a huge belly full of baby when I watched this movie and read the book. I recall how hard my belly became, how I worried about the kid I was about to bring into this world before watching and how much more afterwards. Sweet lawdy lawd… That reminds me I wrote a slave […]

Walking does wonders, especially where we live. Everything is so beautiful and people are nicer. The air is more relaxed and since Covid hit people are friendlier to each other. We greet, smile and I get dressed up every time I leave the house. On my walk today I decided to run an idea by […]

Finding Joy in the midst of chaos is what we are all being called on to do. That’s rather funny as Joy is my second name. I need to find my damn self, the true essence of who I am bladdy hell! Hey man, I am a musician – uncertainty is all I have ever […]

Now whether this goes on the new album, I am not too sure of. But when I gave Rodney a choice of songs to work on – he opted for this one. I had to change a few things here and there. Not mixed or mastered. This is in essence a scratch track. The last […]

I wrote this song for my Father, a year or so before he passed. I was once told that to the Mexican people butterflies are the souls of warriors dancing and singing. So I used this metaphor throughout the song. I cried when I wrote this song and I cried again I heard the arrangement […]

Just some random thoughts on my notebook. * Dear Daddy When I miss you I will write instead, so I hope you are listening. I never understood what Aunty Sonny meant when she said my heart will become heavy with the loss of you. Until now. I am sitting in my white chair, next to […]

This was a painful song to write, I admitted this before. The good ole days when I could smoke cigarettes of my choice and drink whiskey – at normal prices! At my side is Yvan Potts, another wonderful pianist.