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This is a little Femme Fetale song called Lady Luck. Can you see it? I am dressed in a bitching gown….strutting around in a casino with my cigaro and whiskey dishing out warnings to silly men! HAHA. It was written years ago with Andre Scheepers. This needs to be re-worked but I still dig the energy […]
Small little nothings jotted in my notebooks. I am always writing and sometimes the words or phrases written down find their way into my music. ** I know the shape of my lover’s ears, the curl of his lips, the feel of his skin and his many faces. First he came to me as a […]
As far as I can tell – every piece of music was a snap shot of my life. A sneak peak, experiences condensed and set to music. Sometimes too revealing or more so by what was absent. My existential crisis gave me a great deal to think about. Why and how did I create meaning […]
I often run out of notebooks. I am always jotting down phrases or small insights. I return to my books when I need to write music and am in need of a phrase. Or I write letters to people I love… * The revolution is female he said, pumping his fist in the air. Love […]
I will be honest with you people – falling madly in love has turned my world upside down. Just what am I supposed to do about this stupid smile that won’t leave my face? And let me not get started on the warm sensation that erupts like one of those creatures from Aliens when my […]
Imagine being stuck under a foreign sky with forty unknown people and one objective – to leave the world a better place for our youth. Now imagine those forty people divided into three delegations – Zambian, French and South African – and all the barriers that needed to be crossed. I am reminded of Maria […]
“The only thing life will do is refine who you already are,” a friend once said. Meaning that if you are an asshole now, chances are with either fame, time or more money you might end up a bigger asshole. This I must confess is not very encouraging. Humans are meant to evolve. Yet how […]
Most of us find it terribly hard to leave our past in our past. Especially when it comes to love. This bit of writing was inspired by my Gilda. It’s her voice I hear clearly when I write. And luckily she approved…hehe! Do note – no one was killed….except on paper and perhaps in song! […]
My Mother often told me to take note of who I spend time with. Being headstrong I ignored her. I was determined to do things my way and on my terms. When I reflect on my life thus far I must concede – Mummy was right….about almost everything. Birds of a feather flock together after […]
Very honoured to be part of an international creative exchange program involving Artscape, Barefeet Theatre in Zambia and Samba Résille in France. I am looking forward to everything! And the South African delegation are a bunch of inspired, mad creatives….we might just start a new band of our own! In July we are in Zambia! […]