OK – because of the impending Liverpool versus Chelsea game, together with a daughter that really didn’t want to go to sleep this evening, I’m left with approximately 8 minutes to blog.
Part One: Two bands pull out of Coke Zero Fest.
Bullet for my Valentine and The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, two of the headline acts for the Coca-Cola Zero Fest 2009, have pulled out at the last minute. Studio commitments to complete their new studio album and personnel changes were given as reasons for the late cancellations.
Two days notice. Utterly disgusting. Don’t bother coming back – I wasn’t looking forward to hearing your hits… erm… whatever those hits were. I can’t even be arsed to google.
If I’m honest, I was going to use your sets to queue for a burger with everyone else who was using your sets to queue for a burger.
Oh – but also thank you, because, in order to fulfill their promise of 12 hours of music on Easter Monday, the organisers have organised the real professional bands who everyone was wanting to see (Panic! at the Disco, Snow Patrol and Oasis) to deliver “extended performances”. Get in.
Part Two: Quota photo, as supplied from here, via here.
Alan Aubry – Down Memory Lane
The set features self protraits of Alan at various places (mainly) in and around Cape Town.
Very unusual and very cool. And somehow the remote cable only adds to it.
The one above is my favourite and only works because the horizon meets the frame at exactly halfway.
I’m so full of snot today that I feel it may be a case of home-bathkids-dinner-bed. Thus, noting that blogging is not included in that plan, just before I instigate part one, a quota photo.
It was two years ago to the day that we packed the car and the 10½ month old boy and headed down to Simonstown for the weekend, staying in a house with an implausibly steep driveway and a seemingly infinite number of steps up to the front door.
The weekend was spent (as I remember), poking penguins and playing football on the beach. And drinking:
Yes, it was empty*
The rest of the flickr set is here.
I have just noticed that my plan for the evening also fails to mention any red wine. It would surely be foolish to miss out on the immune-boosting benefits of vitamin C that come as a helpful by-product of fermented grapes. Especially the rather decent (and rather local) Steenberg Merlot.
I shall be sorting that out with dinner, never fear.
* once he’d finished with it, it was, anyway.
No time, no time. And off to play football, so a quick pair of South African sunsets: one from the parkade at Cape Town International Airport and the other from the veld in the Madikwe Game Reserve in the North West Province, both thinned down for your delectation (and so my sidebar doesn’t go AWOL).
Same sun, same country; but a world apart, I’m sure you’ll agree.
South West [bigger]
North West [bigger]
Ideally, I would have lined them up so that the suns were directly in line. But I didn’t. And now I don’t have time. Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. As long as you haven’t been looking directly at the sun.
Yes, another quota picture, but in fairness, one I saw in the paper last week and meant to share earlier.
This from Halden Krog, a stark contrast to his Flames of Hate pictures of the xenophobic violence in South Africa last year.
Why do I like it? It’s local, it’s in black and white – moody and atmospheric, the kid with the ball didn’t quite realise how high the dog was going to jump and there’s a sunken boat in the background.
All the boxes ticked.
When all else fails and one needs to fulfill one’s obligations to one’s readers – namely a post a day in February – one must turn to the quota photo.
I’m going back to late 2005 and early 2006 for these, either of which I would happily (and concietedly) submit to postcard manufacturers and both of which are available with added generosity in the height and width departments by clicking their descriptions.
Picture Postcard Day in Franschhoek
Hout Bay from Chapman’s Peak Drive
The reason for this lack of wordage is not laziness – it’s sheer bloody exhaustion.
Last night, child-wise, sleep-wise, was… bad. Further detail would only bring back horrid memories and tears to my eyes. I now find myself desperately playing catch up.
So, with that – and at 8:24pm – goodnight…