Tuesday, September 28, 2010

New Lyrics.

Got to writing in the quiet. Wrote the first verse and a little chorus of a new song last night.

Darren & Tim came over for coffee and we listened to some powerful mess by Florence and the Machine and it set me on fire. The look on Darren's face just said it all. So the composition session starts tonight.

Oh I can not wait. and to top it all off… my office is quiet today. Conducive to tea drinking, writing, banana bread eating and some music editing.

Lily by Cassandra Leigh Johnsson

Picture 4, originally uploaded by lolabythesea.

There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. — Martha Graham

in Africa...

Every day in Africa a gazelle wakes up.
It must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up and knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle … when the sun comes up you better be running.

- Anonymous

Im moving back.

So I tried and I still love Blogger. So I'm moving back. Lets see how it goes.

Monday, July 05, 2010

Sunday 04 July 2010

Wake up late to find V&L in my bed. I tell them a long in depth story about 'James and Klara's Cake Baking Expedition'. They are quiet, still and mesmerised allowing me to enjoy the warmth my bed is oozing. As long as I keep talking, they refrain from shouting or kicking me in the gut.

The rush to get them dressed and fed results in bad outfit decision on my part.
The pencil skirt makes it difficult to walk as fast as I would like. We arrive at the CTICC and go up to the 1st floor after the fight in the elevator about who is going to push the button. Drop L&V off at Kids Church and speed-walk to Audi 2. Nicky and Eddie are at the resource desk where I pay for my parking ticket.

I sit alone near the back. Jon Norman speaks about his dad's death. The title of his word is 'Peace in The Storm'. The way he speaks challenges me... Send Judah first, stay where you are, drop your anchor down deep... don't loose your sense of humor. Don't freak out.. Jesus didn't freak out... he was taking a nap! The storm will pass. Gets me amped for the coming week at work.

Cant see Christen, FJ, Evette, Michelle, Elwin, Kyle or any of my other mates... so I head up the red carpeted stairs...

On the way out I bump into lovely Gillian and we half arrange to meet up later for coffee but are both rushing in opposite directions. Walking into the Kids Church area I pass gorgeous guy, whose name I can't pronounce. He raises his eyebrows in recognition and greets me. I recall meeting him a few weeks ago and return the greeting.

L&V are thrilled to see me. L has a lumo orange star on her cheek and I look up to see Chantal's face is covered in them. Talia and L say goodbye and we leave.
Bump into Justin 'the stylist' on the stairs. His beanie is super-royal blue and the rest of his outfit is so colorful it puts me in a good mood. We also mumble about meeting up but L is halfway down the next flight of stairs and gunning it towards the downstairs parking lot. I chase after her with V in tow.

The drive is quick and painless except for the usual screams of 'Cherry Pickers' or remarks on the lack of the latter. V moans about wanting to go on the ferris wheel and I feel a pang of guilt , but we just don't have time... have to get to Granny Sue's.

With L&V dispatched, I spend the rest of the afternoon with my folks, doing my budget for next year... If they stick to their guns, I'll be running Charnwood by January... or as soon as my car is paid off and they move out. Can't wait to have the house to myself. Hopefully Smash will move in and we can make it comfortable.
With Hutch and Darren living close by its bound to be interesting.

Clean out the Wendy House and then head to Kk & Matt J's new flat in Anfield Park. We make Milo and stare at the golfers on the green below. At least there's a nice view of the mountain. Kk has done a superb job with the decor... black, black and more black with vintage the 8mm cameras displayed and the typewriter next to the record player. We talk about my budget and boys and growing up. Faye arrives and KK makes coffee and we smoke incessantly and jabber about how stupid people can be in our industry and how much Nick had stolen at the soccer. Sucks to be him.

Home by 6:30 and my Cass comes over to get some series... after settling on '30Rock' we start watching 'Up' on Mnet while it copies to her iPod. L&V arrive home and we all hop into bed and begin another installment of 'James and Klara's Cake Baking Expedition'. Cass joins us after a phone call to Gabi and once she is gone the twins bumble into bed.

I collapse on the couch.  An sms confirms Tim isn't coming over so i hunker down for some series and then hit the sack around 12 after a lonely smoke and a chat with Jesus.

Friday 02 July 2010

Its about 6:30 and Simon Key hops in my car. We head off to the Parade Fanpark to watch the Ghana vs. Uruguay game. I can tell he is as amped for the vibe as I am. He's playing a set @ Bang Bang later so we park right outside and walk down through Greenmarket Square to the Parade. First time there and I'm astounded at the size of the place. The long entrance barriers remind me of last years Synergy. I thought ahead and left my bag in the car and made sure all my pockets had zippers on them. No camera tonight... Smash had her Lomo though so expecting some flicks from that.

Simon took me to the coffee bar where I met his buddy Storm. He seemed really cool and laid back. Little did I know that he is as young as Simon.
I start to feel old. So I leave they boys and head through the throng of South Africa/Ghana/Uruguay supporters. I stand alone for a while smoking and wondering where Smash is. I turn around and see her standing by the bar with Daz and the Waldburgers. We watch the game and Daz gets a little chipper after about 4 draughts. He gives me the giggles and I get more and more worked up as the game goes on. It was uber fun and I laughed more than I have in ages. Daz has the knack and a smile to match. Some excellent goal attempts from both teams!

Simon resurfaces and we share a bottle of water. No dop before the gig. As the match turns to a penalty shoot-out we get ready to leave the fan park. My lips are bleeding from blowing the vuvuzela. I see Therese from Sweden and her foreign friends having a coffee, so I go and chat to them and in the process obstruct people's view of the screen. Some angry man taps me on the bum with his vuvuzela. I grab it and blow it in his face. Walked away without saying goodbye to Therese. She has the most hilarious laugh.

Walked to Bang Bang. I was definitely the oldest person there other than the bouncer. All these kids were still in school and mostly from Reddam. Got asked numerous times what school I went to, which caused a lot of snorting and chuckling from Simon and Storm. Simon  played like a champ and all the little girls screamed and waved their hands in the air... a few came over and asked me how old he was... like I was his keeper. I was having a jolly old time dancing and Si called me into the DJbox for a little chat and laugh. Storm took me on a little trip to the downstairs bar. Half way, confused, I asked him where we were going... I had to stop him in his tracks and break it to him that I don't drink. He seemed disappointed yet amused and we raced back up to the dancefloor.

After Simon's set we went upstairs to the VIP area only to be stalked by his admirers. Rather taken aback by their insistence I flopped down in a booth with another DJ friend of Si's (who was about a whole head shorter than me) and some a silly little brunette who seemed thicker than two short planks. I lost interest in the bunch and was lighting a menthol when some other toss sat down next to me asking me questions about my 'school'. I choked on my cigarette smoke and told him that I had been out of school for longer than he had been in. Perplexed, he mumbled something about nothing and left. I could hear my bed calling me so I gathered my jacket, kissed the boys goodbye and left.

Not sure if having a club full of 17year olds is legal... and now that I am older and wiser I know how dangerous it can be for club owners... but that is exactly what i was doing at their age.

Over all the night was a roaring success. Good fun with the kids and in bed by 2am.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

2010 - my year of 'making'

making music
making t-shirts
making friends
making faces
making noise
making jewelry
making films
making cakes
making out

making memories