Warning …5 ruthless social species…identified and explained…

After much research done; by the observation of members in
our social ecosystem; in both natural and foreign surroundings; i was able to
classify 5 new ruthless species that dwell in our social realm.                                                                                                                                                     These predators often operate under the radar…their form attack, blind to the naked
eye…yet, extremely efficient. Camouflaged under different rouges…we often
overlook the danger that poses behind dazzling exteriors…seemingly likeable characteristics…and
soft spoken gestures…

Here is a depiction of 5 of the species i have observed…the
dangers they pose…and possible (if there is any) defence mechanisms…
Identicus
Parasiticus                                                                                                                                         Here I am referring
to parasitic type species, lacking in bone marrow, resulting in the absence of
personal identity. These parasites feed of their victim’s energy…following
their trends…styles they adapt to…recreational activities they partake
in…mimicking their food consumption…even relating to possible mates/suitors
victims are interested in….                                                                                                                                                          They operate like a type of social chameleon….mimicking
or taking on the color shades the victim occupies…making it difficult to tell
victim from parasite…
Sly little devils…they are not to be taken lightly…or handled
without the proper protection. Their greatest danger is taking on the full identity
of its victim…leaving the victim paralysed…unsure…and severely
confused.
If not handled at an early stage…they will most certainly take over
the identity of the victim…leaving the victim in an almost state of
amnesia…
The best defence mechanism would be exposure of the parasite…stating
in the open when personal attributes; whether it be physical or personal; is
being taken on by the parasite…or mimicked. Public exposure is the only way
of posing a form of defence…

Obsessive
Competicus

This ruthless specie is no new kid on the block, and has been around for
years…lurking in dark corners…ambushing their victims, before their
intensions are made clear. Due to the evolution of society they have moved out
of the shadows…now…preferring to tackle their victims in a public
domain…attention and preying eyes, fuelling their competitive hunger. They
are camouflaged as close mates, allowing the victim to take them into their own
personal realm…quietly observing their way of life. They function on a primal
level…with basic dominance being key, and submission…what is sought after most.
This specie feeds of all forms of competition and is ruthless in its approach.
It will not stop until dominance is solidified…whether it be on a physical,
emotional or economical level. Their approach is primal… victims are chosen
that will provide “the path of least resistance” in the serge towards ultimate dominance.                                                                                                                                               A good defence mechanism would be ignorance…complete and utter ignorance. Competition is only competition
when the outcome asserts the clear domination of one individual…above another.
When a victim is completely ignorant towards the competitive nature of members of
this specie…no dominance will be asserted…thus any form of competition will be
futile. This is the best and only defence mechanism. By engaging in competition
with members of these species…you will only fuel their egos and their hunger…
Patheticus Sly-octas                        
The name may refer to a specie that may not be seen  as a 9 or 10…on the threat  of danger list, but these cunning con-artists
are extremely dangerous…manipulation being the core strength in their method
of attack. They are excellent profilers…reading the emotions and reactions of
possible victims like a book. They quickly learn where the pressure points are
located within victims, knowing what action will result in the
desired…reaction. They excel at mimicking a sense of patheticness…toiling
with the emotions of their victims. They are MASTERS OF Manipulation. For
instance…when going out…prowling for possible suitors…the
Patheticus…will go into a state of self-destructive criticism…focussing the
attention on how pathetic they feel and look…resulting in  victims going as far as to sub-consciously change
their appearance…as to better the self-image of the Patheticus…thus
resulting in the Patheticus gaining physical dominance.                                                                                                                                       What makes the behaviour of the Patheticus so ruthless…is the fact that manipulation is done on such an emotional sub-conscious level…the victims are unaware that their
good nature…and emotional availability is used to their own detriment.  The Patheticus, will choose their victims on an emotion level…thus…the more emotions are displayed in a visible way…the more susceptible the victim is to the Patheticus’s method of attack.
Proper management of own emotions analysis and filtering of the true
emotional behaviour of surrounding individuals is a key defence.
Territorial Domaniticas                                                                                                     
Deadly deadly…deadly.
Members of this specie, like the obsessive
competicus…function on a primal level. They function territorially, with
their territory, not only including living space and personal effects, but also
members of their family and social realm. They do not deal well with any form
of interference or intrusion in any of these fields that fall part of; what
they assume; is their territory.
Intruders in their social realm, threatening to draw attention away from
them…moving into a comfortable relationship with members of their family or
social circle…will be dealt with by any means possible . This makes them
unpredictable and extremely dangerous. Their method of attack will depend on
how deeply their territorial border is set…sometimes…reactions will be
primly based…resulting in the making of loud aggressive noises and even
physical violence…other times…intruders will be dealt with on a subtle
psychological level…in extreme cases, some intruders are dealt with via
deception…deceit…and manipulation…using the emotions of the victims to
destroy any threads of comradery. A good defence mechanism in the handling of
members of these species would be to assert your own personal territory…not
allowing the Domaniticus to absorb you into their territory…but making own
personal territorial borders very clear.
Peacoctus Selfobsorticus                                                                                                                                      
The dangers members of these species pose…are clear as daylight. They
are continuously aware of their physical attributes…missing no chance to
“peacock”. Members of these species spend much time during the day…gazing at
their own personal reflections…assuring themselves of their physical
superiority. When they are not gazing at their own personal appearance…they
verbally paint a picture of their own physical superiority…for all available ears.
When they are not asserting their physical superiority…they verbally
“assure”…those in their immediate circle…of superior physical dominance that
will be achieved in the near future. They choose to surround themselves with
members of a “less attractive species”…or whom they presume…physically…don’t
pose an immediate threat. They use these “less appealing” victims to boost
their own egos. Another reason for choosing comradery from “whom they perceive”
to be less appealing, is the simple fact of…standing out…getting the most
attention…being the centre of the universe they choose.
When a member of their comradery…start to show signs of physical
betterment…these ruthless predators…will choose a
dignified…yet…destructive form of attack, breaking down any growth of
confidence, that would go hand in hand with the signs of physical betterment.
For example…if the victims show signs of weight loss…the peacoctus…would
target the confidence of victims…by manipulating them into thinking that they
are still physically big. This can be done by using them as part and parcel of
a description of another individual. The peacoctus would pose the argument
that…”she measures the same in height as Anna…but Anna is half her size…”
Another smart way of attack would be to point out that certain garments are not
suitable for wear by the victim…as they make certain pinnacle points of the victim’s
body shape…stand out…and not in a good way. This is a smart way of
attack…the poison well hidden behind…”a true and honest opinion for the own
personal sake of the victim”. The damage members of these species can
cause…can be ereprable.                                                                                                                Members of these species do not just toil with emotions…they obliterate any form of
confidence the victim may have. They use the Victims own physical
appearance…as a weapon…painting a skewered picture in a public
domain…thus manipulating the victim into seeing what the peacoctus wants them
to see. A form of defence against these ruthless creatures…I’m afraid…there
is none. Comradery with species like these are to be avoided at all times. Even
the strongest amongst us…will fall victim to their charismatic approach…                                                                                                                                                       The damage the peacotus will cause…will be long lasting…at times irreparable…

That concludes the introduction to the 5 species i have newly
classified, prowling our social ecosystem. Readers of this blog would be wise
to keep an eye open. Members of these species operate at such precision…we
often don’t see them…nor the danger they pose…until it is too late, and we
fall victim to their malicious attacks.                                                                                                  It would also be wise to continuously
evaluate own personal behaviour for signs of possible character traits
mirroring the above mentioned species. Evolution of personal characteristics
happens on a daily basis. When we regularly come into contact with members of
these species…some behavioural patterns can rub off…and before you know
it…you might have evolved into a peacocktus
selfobsorticus…

Heel Te MAL…te dankbaar vir goeie lirieke…

Sune...Professional Music Listner

Na ‘n lekker strickly PG13 aandjie uit, kom ek
en my huister tuis. Nog nie helemal moeg genoeg vir inkeer nie, besluit ons om ‘n hublytjie te geniet…met die klanke van MK, wat in die agtergrond blêr.

Na ‘n halfuur of wat, se diep en  insigegewende gesprekke…besluit my huister…te veel opwinding vir een aand…dis tyd om in te keer. Ek bly
nog ‘n paar minute agter en geniet die nuwe musiek videos wat Kraakvars op MK bekendstel.

So spring ‘n video, waarna ek …Heel te Mal…teveel na uitgesien het, op die kassie uit. Ek forseer my vaak ogies oop, en maak gereed om die nuwe Heuwel Fantasties, video; Heel te Mal; in te neem (‘n natuurlike reaksie aangesien ek n reuse ondersteuner van hulle musiek is).                                        
Die video deel hulle ervaring in New Zeeland, as die Bokke se amptelike
kuns ambassadeurs mee.                                                                                                                  Skielik is ek wawyd wakker, en kyk ek  grootoog na die”homemade video effek”…wat hulle toer in NZ uitbeeld.

Soos n opgewonde kiddie, wat nou net die grootse nickerball…IN DIE WERELD gewaar het…staar ek na die blerende kassie! Dis nie die beelde van gemaklike
menswees…of die sights…of die normaliteit van ‘n opgewonde groep vriende, in ‘n
vreemde land, wat my aangryp nie. Dis die lirieke …die woorde agter die
video…wat my betrap…en vasvang.
Dis asof die natuurlike beelde my fokus opnuut op die woorde van daardie spesifieke
liedjie plaas.

Ek het nog altyd gebrag…dat die musikale gebreklike muso binne my, die fokus altyd EERSTE op die woorde en betekenis agter lirieke plaas…sien, wanneer dit by musiek kom, is ek relatief emosioneel ingestel.                                                                                                    Iets kan nie vir my van waarde wees…as daar nie n duidelike boodskap…of ervaring oorkom nie…dis juis een van die groot redes hoekom ek so n
reuse ondersteuner van groepe en muso’s; wat hulle EIE oorspronklike
material skryf; is.
Gisteraand…was dit asof ek vir die eerste keer werklik geluister het na wat
hierdie dinamiese groep besig was om te sê, in daardie spesifieke liedjie.

“Heel te mal anders as ander dae…heel te mal…voel ek die nag se kloue kom vir my…                                                                                                                                                                                 “Al wou mens al sou mens…is daar altyd iets wat in die pad kom staan…reg in die middel van die pad kom staan…”                                                                                                                                                                     “Kraakvars…jou das is jou harnas…dis die dat…jy saggies moet stap…                                                                                                                                                                                                  En wees net waar jy is…onder daai harde vel…sal jou mense jou mis…                                                                                                                                                                              En al wou ek..al sou ek..is daar altyd iets wat in die pad kom staan…dis altyd ek wat in my eie pad kom staan…”                                                                                                                                                                               “al die mense wat hier uithang maak my bang…”    

Hunter Kennedy...bekend vir sy diep treffende dodelike lirieke

Ek gryp selfsugtig na elke woord…en maak dit dadelik van toepassing op waar ek my tans op my lewensreis bevind…

Hee te mal anders as ander dae…heel te mal…voel ek die nag se kloue…voel ek die nag se kloue kom vir my…                                                                                                         
Mmm…som min of meer my current state of mind op…
Ek vat my nuwe ideal en droom om vir n sekere musiek kanaal te
werk…alles ek wat ek tans in die stryd gooi om daardie droom na te jaag…en ek kom tot die ontnugtering…dat…
ja…as ek mooi daaroor na dink…voel ek… Heel te MAL…Heel te MAL anders as ander
dae…come to think about it…is ek heel waarskynlik…Heel Te MAL…

Ek vat 5 en dink na oor die persepsies van baie van die siele in my lewe (sommige upfront, sommige geslote…agter gebakte hande) oor die verregaande dogter en haar verregaande drome…en dit voel vir my asof ek die nag in gegooi word…die gevaar van skerp gepunte kloue, wat my wil kom haal…altyd dreigend.                                                                               Kloue van twyfel; Twyfel in my eie vermoëns…die gevaar van teleurstelling…en die alomteenwoordigheid van glimlaggende gesigte, weggesteek agter simpatieke wenkbroue…wat hard probeer om nie te sê…I told you so…

Al wou mens al sou mens…is daar altyd iets wat
in die pad kom staan…reg in die middle van die pad kom staan…                                                                                                                                                        Relatief self explanatory…
Eks ‘n navorser in Bloemfontein…met n 9-5 job…wat dag in en dag uit, vasgenaal sit voor ‘n rekenaar. Ek tik…lees…analiseer…verslae…op n daaglikse basis…statistieke my gevaarlikste wapen…die gekleurde voorblad bo-op die verslag…die ligpunt in n dag.                                                                                                                                                       Waar op moeder aarde, staan ek ‘n kwart kans om by ‘n industrie; waarvoor
ek so lief is, in te breek…                                                                                                                    Ek beskik oor die nodige dryf…passie en deurvoer vermoë, maar soms…net soms…voel dit asof daar altyd iets is wat in my pad kom staan…slap bang in die middel…en my visie en ideale kamofleer…

Kraakvars…jou das is jou harnas…dis die dat…jy saggies moet stap…En wees net waar jy is…onder daai harde vel…sal jou mense jou
mis…                                                                                                                                                      Story of my current state of affairs…dis egter nie ‘n das nie, (mind you, soms…dis immers n bold fashion statement), maar my perfekte hare en hake…clean cut navorser for
government, voorkoms wat my dag in en dag uit verwurg…wat my op n warm sink dak
plaas, waar ek ongesiens, saggies die brandende
gloed op my voete moet igroneer…om effektief en professioneel ;soos
betaam word van iemand in my posisie; op te tree.                                                                     Die gevaar IS daar…dat mens so vasgevang kan word in die realiteit van
jou omstandighede…die grootmens…werkende speletjie…dat jy jouself onder n harde vel kan verloor…dat ek die ware blomme, kunsinnige dogter…en alles wat my..SUNE maak kan misplaas en van vergeet.                                                                                                                 Wat n tragedie sal dit net nie wees nie…want… let me tell you…navorser
Sune…ernstige…professionele Sune…realistiese en logiese Sune…swart op wit…zero
grys Sune…sy’s nie veel pret om meet te hang nie…                                                                                                                                                                           Om die griekse trgadedie te vermy…vind ek graag ontvlugting in my musiek…en socials waar ek die blommekind met al haar vraagtekens…isues…snaakse opinies en weird siening vrye teels kan gee…

En al wou ek..al sou ek..is daar altyd iets wat in die pad kom staan…dis altyd ek wat in my eie pad kom staan…                                                                                                                                                                Coming full circle…en dalk die belangrikste deel van die liedjie vir my op ‘n persoonlike vlak.                                                                                                                                                          As mens eers begin twyfel en wonder oor die normaliteit van jou lewe…die realiteit van
jou ideale…die potensiaal waaroor jy beskik…is dit wanneer JY in jou EIE pad
kom staan, en die moontlikhede van JOU bestaan verbloem. ’                                                   n  Mens is meer dikwels as nooit…SELF…die grootste hindernis in die skattejag na geluk.                                                                                                                                                       Ek weet dat ek al vir n groot deel van my eie jongmens lewe…daai groot hindernis op die brug tot eie geluk was…

Al die mense wat hier uithang maak my bang…                                                                                                                                                         Daar is min goed in die lewe wat my so bang maak…en uiters verwar…as stuksinnige mense om jou, wat vasgevang is in hulle tonnelvisie wêreld. Mense wat met toegeplakte oë deur die lewe gaan…te bang om hulleself oop te maak en bloot te stel vir nuwe ervarings…groter drome…veranderende ideale en ideologieë verandeing..PUNT…
Dis so maklik om in so wêreld vasgevang te word…dit trek jou in soos ’n
magneet…en word die norm…die maatstaf, waarmee jy jouself begin meet…alles wat
anders is as n bepaalde way of life…manier van dink…is taboe…vir die voëls…en
van die bose…

Ek sit tevrede op my bank…en skud my eie blad
vir die goeie persoonlike uitleg van iemand anders se lewenservaring…iemand
anders se woorde…wat ek sopas in durasie van n enkele musiek video gedoen
het…                                                                                                                                                                 And there it is…anders as normal mense…wat net tevrede kan gan slaap…begin ek nog verder dink…

Hierdie wonderlike ervaring wat ek sopas in 5 minute gehad het, en selfsugtig van toepassing op myself gemaak het…is die worstellende kwessies van iemand anders…die ouens in die groep verantwoordelik vir die skryf van hierdie lirieke. Die persoonlike betekenis  wat ek sopas aan die lirieke van hierdie
liedjie geheg het…is heel moontlik glad nie so bedoel…of persoonlik ervaar deur
die manne wat dit geskryf het nie.
Ek kry opnuut n oorweldigende gevoel van respek…dankbaarheid en
simpatie…vir die mense verantwoordelik vir die skryf van die liedjie…wat ek
soos n vinnige terapie sessie op myself toegepas het.                                                                                                                                                           Om jou eie persoonlike kwessies te neem…mooi te vewoord…en oop te maak aan n publiek; om self te interpreteer…is uiters UITERS braaf. Die gevaar van misinterpretasie,
van dit wat jy eindlik bedoel, is nie die enigste kwessie nie.                                               Hoeveel mense verloor hulleself in die verslawende ritme van die melodie…en die opwinding van die optredes van n ikoniese groep…waarop driekwart van die vroulike spesie hulle harte verloor het…met die betekenis van die woorde wat HeelTeMal by die venster uit val.
Met live shows …sing duisende mense soos een koor agter jou na…oor
JOU gevoelens en ervarings…JOU issues en demone, sonder om werklik vir n
oomblik te gaan nadink oor die boodskap wat JY uitstuur.

Terwyl ek die laatse sinnetjie wat ek sopas getik het binne myself debateer, dink ek
terug aan ‘n geprek wat ek onlangs met n vriendin gehad het oor n liedjie
waaroor beide van ons gaande was. Sy’t aangegaan oor die beat
en die ritme…die kitaar solo ens…toe ek begin uitbrei  oor hoe mooi die woorde vir my was, en wat dit vir op n persoonlike vlak beteken het.
Haar reaksie het dit wat ek…nou; in ‘n paar sinnetjies boontoe kwyt
geraak het…gesolidify;
“Haai weet jy…ekt nog nooit regtig so intens na die woorde geluister
nie…maar ek gaan dit sommer nou Google en lees…”

So…in hierdie post, wil ek Die Heuwels spesifiek
bedank…vir die eerlike opregte lirieke waarmee hulle ons bedien. Lirieke wat
baie vir enige luisteraar kan beteken…MITS ons, ons ore oopmaak…en verby die
melodie kyk, om na die woorde te luister. Dankie vir die vinnige terapie sessie
wat ek na afloop van elke Heuwels sessie kan meemaak…dit spaar mens
tonne…sielkundiges is immers overpriced…

Ekt onlangs n tweet op Twitter raak gelees, van n siel wat afpak oor die commercial paadjie wat  die Heuwels ;volgens hom; gekies het. Hy brandmerk hulle ook; onder andere as; “sell outs”.  
Vir knape soos die, wil ek graag se…gaan spuit jou ore uit…en skaf
vir jou n bril aan…want die manne pen steeds die eerlike opregte…soms rou en
penetrerende woorde neer…wat ons van dag een via  pille vir kersfees,
aangegryp het. Hulle roem en massa optredes…pryse wat ontvang is…tydskrif
artikels…en koerant berigte…beteken nie dat hulle commercial gegaan het nie…dit beteken slegs…dat hulle eindelik die lof toekom wat hulle verdien…gun dit vir hulle.

Die Heuwels...absoluut Fantasties...tydens Aardklop 2011

Aan my mede musiek aanhangers wat hierdie post lees…wil ek vra:                                           Wanneer laas het jy werklik gaan sit en luister na die musiek wat oor jou ipod blêr?                                                                                                                                               Wanneer laas het jy die lirieke agter n mooi melodie…werklik  ingeneem, en nagedink oor dit wat deur die bepaalde skrywer bedoel en ervaar is. (Bygesê…hier praat ek nie van die
belaglike true commercial snert…wat ons oordromme verstop agter doef doefs en
goed gerehearsde pelvis thrust dans bewegins nie….ek praat van die materiaal
wat die ware muso’s in ons industrie produce.)

Voor jy volgende keer  instinktief die woorde van n liedjie begin
na-sing…doen jouself…en die kunstenaar verantwoordelik vir die skryf daarvan,
die guns…om te LUISTER…na dit wat gesing word.                                                                                                                                                                Dit kan werklik soos ‘n vinnige
free terapie sessie wees…en dit kan jou, soos vir my, die inspirasie gee,
om iets nuuts aan te pak…’n kopskuif te maak…perskeptief te kry…’n verandering
te kontempleer…

(Hierdie post handel oor n spesifieke ervaring wat ek gehad het, na afloop van die heuwels se video…wat letterlik my hare terug geblaas het…dis om hierdie rede dat die post spesifiek op hulle gemik is. Hulle is egter nie die enigste band wie se self-gebaseerde lirieke ons lewens verryk nie…en my dank…en respek…gaan ook aan al die ander bands en kunstenaars…wat hulle blootstel en oop maak …om sodoende ons lewens op n spesiale manier  aanraak)

Goeie week en all around good vibes vir almal…

Certifiably committable dreamer…

Insprired @ Aardklop...

A couple of weeks ago…I had an epiphany…
I want to work for MK…really really bad.
I was sitting on the grass at the cricket oval in Potch…soaking up some awesome sounds of top notch bands performing at the Bultfantasties show at this year’s Aardklop…when it suddenly hit so hard…it felt as if my skull had just cracked open.
Seeing the bands…taking my absolute addiction towards the local music scene into consideration…envying the job the MC was doing…thinking of how PERFECT I would be at doing that same job…this time taking my love of any stage or platform…where I could possibly entertain a group/crowd…adding my brilliant public speaking capabilities and all around good vibe…
…like I said…it cracked my skull…

the stage was set...for my dream to be followed...Aardklop 2011

Driving back from Potch I was bolted into an alternate universe. As crazy and insane as it may sound…but it felt as if I was standing at the edge of a new dawn…a new horizon…I had this insane surge inside of me…grabbing hold of my gut…and telling me that this was it…this is what I could be doing…this is what I should be doing…
As I composed myself…and quietly again settled on the mother planet…reality sunk in…Its one thing having a mind-blowing…skull cracking …epiphany…but how exactly does a researcher for government…currently living in Bloemfontein…start working on the realization of this dream…this vision I know have for the future. Man…reality sucks…I hate how it just tugs you of your fluffy white cloud and forces you to think.                 Consequences…and disappointed…two evil unsettling little words…crept in…and played dodgeball with my wonderful epiphany…you see …the danger with experiences…feelings…surges of inspirations…thoughts and ideas…DREAMS…is that they so often…well…stay there…locked in the folder…”I wish I could”…hidden in the far east corner of our minds.  Sometimes…it might be best to leave them there…logically speaking…                                                                                                                                                Its sometimes better toooo… not dream too big…reach too high…you know, rather be satisfied with the norm…the standard deck of cards you were dealt with. Having high hopes and aspirations…means that the shadowy monster that is disappointment…stalks you as you walk along your path…looming…looking for a chance to pounce…and murder the optimistic dreamer inside of you…thus… logically it would be best to be satisfied with what you have and where you are…

But then again…believing in logic…conformity…mediocrity…set norms and standards…yeah…that’s not words I choose to put in my tiny dictionary of life.
So it was decided…I would embark on this great mission…to give my epiphany…my dream…the future vision I now had of myself…a fighting chance.

Where to start…
mmm…

Well I obviously needed to inform MK of my existence…being their future employee and all…
I immediately started thinking of exactly how I was to do that.
I thought of sending an email…attaching a cv …giving a beautifully written heartfelt plea as to why they MUST hire me…and give me a chance…highlighting the benefits I could offer the station etc…
yeah…scrap that idea…
Seriously…even if you add some stellar pics taken by professionals…the chances of getting a reaction on that pathetic attempt…well…P Divvy had a better chance in wining IRB coach of the year…
No…I needed something good…something innovative…different…something that would give me some sort of edge…
So I bounced a few ideas of some of my close comrades…having an understanding and appreciation for the…”girl…your mad…but we’ll still support you… disillusioned and all”…glint in their eyes.
Finally my plan of action…my modus operandi was decided on…I would shoot a video!
I would hire a professional…do it…well…professionally…nothing amateurish…and I would sniff out people…who were people…who  knew the right people…to submit my plea to. As I presented my cunning and masterful plan to my comrades I again…I saw the familiar…”you are of course…adding evidence to your certifiably committable status…but we’ll …yet again support you until the straightjacket is on…” glint in their eyes…but I at least had their support…even if they thought I was going completely off grid.
For fear of the brainwave…idea…and courage to follow through…escaping the closet in my mind…I immediately started planning and organizing…and planning some more…
• Step 1: Production….procure the services of someone who could shoot and professionally edit the video…without paying for it with both kidneys…I was willing to sell one…but seriously…there are limits….                                                                                              Completed: I had gotten a fabulous reference from a friend…The guy was willing to help…would provide me with everything I could possibly need…and I I could keep at least one kidney…
• Step 2: Venue…I needed a place that was visually striking…different…that had some significance to me…
Completed: I decided on the Mystic Boer…Not only was this my favourite place to hang out and have a drink, its interior was mind blowing…(something you don’t always realise during the night…seriously…I almost got lost during the day)…but it was also a popular place for bands and top notch artist to perform at…call it an almost cultural rock beacon. So… I made the phone call and got the permission needed shoot my project there.
• Step 3: My edge…I didn’t just want to film myself talking…boosting my own personal ego and attributes…I wanted to produce a complete segment, showcasing mystic in all its glory…giving a short background…having a chat with one of the barman about the vibe mystic has…the people that hang there etc. I also wanted to include interviews with two local bands in mystic…showcasing the local talent Bloemfontein has to offer.                                                                                                                                                                                                    Completed: I dug around…got the info needed for my mystic segment. I also organised two bands who had have been featured on MK…                                                                                                                                                                                                                               These bands were musically in two different worlds…the one being an “Afrikaans volk rock” band; Oros in n lang glas…and the other being a “hard rock metal” band; All Will Fall. These bands had also recently won awards at the Free State Music Awards; Oros – best video for their song “skelm”, and All Will Fall- Best Rock Album. Luckily I knew guys in each band…so making the phone call to get them to help me with my little project went down smoothly, and both bands eagerly agreed to help.
Everything was set…and on Monday the 17th of October, I shot my video in Mystic.                                                                                                                                                                                        It was one of the best experiences I have ever had. It was as if I was not even aware of what I was doing. Everything came relatively easy. The interviews with the bands were a highlight. I had done proper research on both bands beforehand, so i new in what direction I wanted the questions to flow in. Big ups to both bands. They were so easy to work with…so helpful…I had a blast! The shots that we got from mystic was perfect…the interview with the barman was a welcome chilled out session…and I’m sure it’ll give it a nice comic twist to my little production…
(The proper low down of what exactly went down in mystic…including the interviews with both All Will Fall and Oros in n Lang glas, will be the subject of my next blog)
So the first major step was taken on the path to making my dream a reality. I’m getting my footage back tomorrow…and my nerves…are pretty much shot…                                                                                                                                                                                              You see…that ugly monster called disappointment can surprise me…catch me off guard and end my journey before I had even properly started it… Being visually recorded is like being photogenic…it either works…or it doesn’t. You may have the abilities to talk well…interact well…facilitate conversations perfectly…but if the camera does not like you…it does not like you…end of discussion…end of dream…

Soooooo…me righting this specific blog is kind of therapeutic…                                                                                                                                                       I’m reminding myself  why I did this…how badly I want this…I’m reliving that overwhelming sense of purpose I experienced that day at Aardklop…a feeling I have never before felt…                                                                                                                                                                                                  I’m reminding myself that some of the greatest ideas and inventions started off as people with visions and dreams…often mocked by those who did not have the courage to follow their own dreams…
People love preaching; that certain dreams …certain realities…are only meant for a select few…what they forget…is that before the fame… before the success…before everything…our brightest minds…best bands…favourite actors…started out as “certifiably committable dreamers”… with crazy over the top dreams and visions.                                                                                                                                                                                      The difference between them…and other closet dreamers…was the will to follow through…work hard…dream even harder…
So I’m taking a page from their stories…hoping to prove…alongside the UPCOMING Bloemfontein talent…that you have the power to  follow through any vision and dream you have…with hard work…determination…crazy over the top ideas…support from your closest comrades…ignorance of fear…and acceptance of disappointment…anything is possible…I’m hoping that in playing therapist to myself…by penning down my journey and experience…I could maybe also have helped a closet dreamer reading this blog…afraid to dare…afraid to dream…afraid to try…

Soooooooo….watch this space …
I’m about to throw everything in the mix to make this work…and if it doesn’t…then at least ill know that I tried…

Certifiably committable dreamer…

A couple of weeks ago…I had an epiphany…
I want to work for MK…really really bad.
I was sitting on the grass at the cricket oval in Potch…soaking up some awesome sounds of top notch bands performing at the Bultfantasties show at this year’s Aardklop…when it suddenly hit so hard…it felt as if my skull had just cracked open.
Seeing the bands…taking my absolute addiction towards the local music scene into consideration…envying the job the MC was doing…thinking of how PERFECT I would be at doing that same job…this time taking my love of any stage or platform…where I could possibly entertain a group/crowd…adding my brilliant public speaking capabilities and all around good vibe…
…like I said…it cracked my skull…
Driving back from Potch I was bolted into an alternate universe. As crazy and insane as it may sound…but it felt as if I was standing at the edge of a new dawn…a new horizon…I had this insane surge inside of me…grabbing hold of my gut…and telling me that this was it…this is what I could be doing…this is what I should be doing…
As I composed myself…and quietly again settled on the mother planet…reality sunk in…Its one thing having a mind-blowing…skull cracking …epiphany…but how exactly does a researcher for government…currently living in Bloemfontein…start working on the realization of this dream…this vision I know have for the future. Man…reality sucks…I hate how it just tugs you of your fluffy white cloud and forces you to think. Consequences…and disappointed…two evil unsettling little words…crept in…and played dodgeball with my wonderful epiphany…you see …the danger with experiences…feelings…surges of inspirations…thoughts and ideas…DREAMS…is that they so often…well…stay there…locked in the folder…”I wish I could”…hidden in the far east corner of our minds. Sometimes…it might be best to leave them there…logically speaking… Its sometimes better toooo… not dream too big…reach too high…you know, rather be satisfied with the norm…the standard deck of cards you were dealt with. Having high hopes and aspirations…means that the shadowy monster that is disappointment…stalks you as you walk along your path…looming…looking for a chance to pounce…and murder the optimistic dreamer inside of you…thus… logically it would be best to be satisfied with what you have and where you are…
But then again…believing in logic…conformity…mediocrity…set norms and standards…yeah…that’s not words I choose to put in my tiny dictionary of life.
So it was decided…I would embark on this great mission…to give my epiphany…my dream…the future vision I now had of myself…a fighting chance.
Where to start…
mmm…
Well I obviously needed to inform MK of my existence…being their future employee and all…
I immediately started thinking of exactly how I was to do that.
I thought of sending an email…attaching a cv …giving a beautifully written heartfelt plea as to why they MUST hire me…and give me a chance…highlighting the benefits I could offer the station etc…
yeah…scrap that idea…
Seriously…even if you add some stellar pics taken by professionals…the chances of getting a reaction on that pathetic attempt…well…P Divvy had a better chance in wining IRB coach of the year…
No…I needed something good…something innovative…different…something that would give me some sort of edge…
So I bounced a few ideas of some of my close comrades…having an understanding and appreciation for the…”girl…your mad…but we’ll still support you… disillusioned and all”…glint in their eyes.
Finally my plan of action…my modus operandi was decided on…I would shoot a video!
I would hire a professional…do it…well…professionally…nothing amateurish…and I would sniff out people…who were people…who knew the right people…to submit my plea to. As I presented my cunning and masterful plan to my comrades I again…I saw the familiar…”you are of course…adding evidence to your certifiably committable status…but we’ll …yet again support you until the straightjacket is on…” glint in their eyes…but I at least had their support…even if they thought I was going completely off grid.
For fear of the brainwave…idea…and courage to follow through…escaping the closet in my mind…I immediately started planning and organizing…and planning some more…
• Step 1: Production….procure the services of someone who could shoot and professionally edit the video…without paying for it with both kidneys…I was willing to sell one…but seriously…there are limits…. Completed: I had gotten a fabulous reference from a friend…The guy was willing to help…would provide me with everything I could possibly need…and I I could keep at least one kidney…
• Step 2: Venue…I needed a place that was visually striking…different…that had some significance to me…
Completed: I decided on the Mystic Boer…Not only was this my favourite place to hang out and have a drink, its interior was mind blowing…(something you don’t always realise during the night…seriously…I almost got lost during the day)…but it was also a popular place for bands and top notch artist to perform at…call it an almost cultural rock beacon. So… I made the phone call and got the permission needed shoot my project there.
• Step 3: My edge…I didn’t just want to film myself talking…boosting my own personal ego and attributes…I wanted to produce a complete segment, showcasing mystic in all its glory…giving a short background…having a chat with one of the barman about the vibe mystic has…the people that hang there etc. I also wanted to include interviews with two local bands in mystic…showcasing the local talent Bloemfontein has to offer. Completed: I dug around…got the info needed for my mystic segment. I also organised two bands who had have been featured on MK… These bands were musically in two different worlds…the one being an “Afrikaans volk rock” band; Oros in n lang glas…and the other being a “hard rock metal” band; All Will Fall. These bands had also recently won awards at the Free State Music Awards; Oros – best video for their song “skelm”, and All Will Fall- Best Rock Album. Luckily I knew guys in each band…so making the phone call to get them to help me with my little project went down smoothly, and both bands eagerly agreed to help.
Everything was set…and on Monday the 17th of October, I shot my video in Mystic. It was one of the best experiences I have ever had. It was as if I was not even aware of what I was doing. Everything came relatively easy. The interviews with the bands were a highlight. I had done proper research on both bands beforehand, so i new in what direction I wanted the questions to flow in. Big ups to both bands. They were so easy to work with…so helpful…I had a blast! The shots that we got from mystic was perfect…the interview with the barman was a welcome chilled out session…and I’m sure it’ll give it a nice comic twist to my little production…
(The proper low down of what exactly went down in mystic…including the interviews with both All Will Fall and Oros in n Lang glas, will be the subject of my next blog)
So the first major step was taken on the path to making my dream a reality. I’m getting my footage back tomorrow…and my nerves…are pretty much shot… You see…that ugly monster called disappointment can surprise me…catch me off guard and end my journey before I had even properly started it… Being visually recorded is like being photogenic…it either works…or it doesn’t. You may have the abilities to talk well…interact well…facilitate conversations perfectly…but if the camera does not like you…it does not like you…end of discussion…end of dream…
Soooooo…me righting this specific blog is kind of therapeutic… I’m reminding myself why I did this…how badly I want this…I’m reliving that overwhelming sense of purpose I experienced that day at Aardklop…a feeling I have never before felt… I’m reminding myself that some of the greatest ideas and inventions started off as people with visions and dreams…often mocked by those who did not have the courage to follow their own dreams…
People love preaching; that certain dreams …certain realities…are only meant for a select few…what they forget…is that before the fame… before the success…before everything…our brightest minds…best bands…favourite actors…started out as “certifiably committable dreamers”… with crazy over the top dreams and visions. The difference between them…and other closet dreamers…was the will to follow through…work hard…dream even harder…
So I’m taking a page from their stories…hoping to prove…alongside the UPCOMING Bloemfontein talent…that you have the power to follow through any vision and dream you have…with hard work…determination…crazy over the top ideas…support from your closest comrades…ignorance of fear…and acceptance of disappointment…anything is possible…I’m hoping that in playing therapist to myself…by penning down my journey and experience…I could maybe also have helped a closet dreamer reading this blog…afraid to dare…afraid to dream…afraid to try…
Soooooooo….watch this space …
I’m about to throw everything in the mix to make this work…and if it doesn’t…then at least ill know that I tried…

Vanfokkentasties….just Vanfokkentasties…

 

Sune; Professional Music Listner

A few years ago a few mates from Bellville
got the brainwave to start a band…not just any band…an Afrikaans Rockband.

It was a major gamble…as Afrikaans Rock music was pretty non-existent at the time.
Never the less…they pushed on and shocked the whole of South- Africa into a
music revolution with the start of their controversially named
band…Fokofpolisiekar.

The name was as controversial as
the music that was produced. They questioned most things regarding the conformity
of society…especially the Afrikaans society. Righting their own music; hardships,
internal turmoil’s and difficult personal experiences and challenges were
penned down.

The parental population of
South-Africa’s worst nightmare had become a reality…the youth were taught to
think for themselves and question and rebel against the norms and standards of
society through the angry rebellious sound that was Fokofpolisiekar.

A few years on…”and these evil
children of the corn from Bellville…infecting and polluting young minds with
messages that would become their downfall”…are household names…adored by
thousands…still hated by a few…but respected by all.

Their Biography; written by Annie
Kloppers; showcased the journey these friends undertook to make a name for
themselves…doing what they love. The brutal honesty with which the book is
written still gives me chills just thinking about it. Your eyes are not only
opened to the determination of the band as a whole…never selling out…choosing
to do things their own way…but you also get to know the individuals…becoming
witness to their own personal turmoil’s and demons they faced on a daily basis.
This gives you such a clearer picture of the music they made… the songs written,
not only get a deeper meaning…but also gets your heartfelt respect.

Today the music revolution these
guys and their Bellville comrades kick-started still ripples through our
country with every new band finding their own feet creatively…and finding their
own piece of turf under the South-African sun. These guys didn’t just open the
door for new acts streaming into the industry on a daily basis…they created the
door…

Together with the birth of the MK
music channel, our eyes were opened to a whole new world…musically. The stigma
surrounding Afrikaans music was obliterated…before Fokofpolisiekar…youngens in
SA would not be caught dead listening to Afrikaans music…it was all about the
international scene. Everyone had a picture in the mind regarding what
Afrikaans music was…bum fluff lyrics that did not always make sense…3 key
changes …at the most…and a lot of doef doef doef….

Today the standard of Afrikaans
musicians are insane…their lyrics are beautifully written and have profound
meaning…the bands are musically brilliant…with individual band members playing
up to 3 different instruments at any given time. The English bands and artists
are equally insanely talented…many bands already internationally recognised.

I riffle through the music I have
on my laptop, whilst righting this blog…and I have no international artists or
bands…on any of my playlists…mind you this is still a pretty new toy…but all
the music I have is locally produced…if you had told me a few years back…that I
would be addicted to the local music scene…I would have asked you what you were
on…and yet…there it is.

I sometimes sit and wonder…if guys
and bands like the Vanfokkentastiese  Bellville
bende…really realise the influence they have had on not only our music scene
but our society as a whole. When Wynand Francois and Hunter decided to start an
Afrikaans Rockband….could they have ever envisaged the major difference they
would be making in the lives of thousands of youngens in SA…changes mind
you…that still ripple through… to this day.

Music is a starnge creation…it works with
emotions and feeling…bringing us together…tearing us apart…calming you down…revving
you up…When they started their band…they not only musically changed the course
of this country…but socially as well. Suddenly, it was okay to listen to
locally produced material…suddenly it was okay to chant the Afriaans lyrics of
a song played in a nightclub in Durban or Joburg…see…without even knowing
it…and without us even realising it…these guys installed a sense of national
pride into the youth of this country. It became cool to support local acts…and even
cooler to visit arts and music festivals showcasing our local talent…a
mindshift was made…

So in righting my first official
blog…as primitive…and incoherent as it may be…I salute the Belville bende…
I thank them for giving me a love and passion for my local music scene.
I thank them for taking a chance…a leap of faith…and for fighting their way up
to the top…I thank them for not being afraid to question a confirmative
society…not just accepting things, because it is the norm and standard…I thank
them for sharing their painful challenges and experiences with us…making
themselves vulnerable…in the most poetic angry beautiful way…

I look forward to many more musical
boundaries that these insane… musically brilliant individuals will breakdown…I
hear Van Coke’s new album is coming out in a few weeks…counting down the
seconds for that one…rumour has it…it’ll change the world…hehe

Here’s hoping….

If your reading this blog…and you’re
not yet a supporter of our local music scene…do yourself a favour…sif through
some locally produced bands and artists at your nearest music store…there truly
is something for everyone…support them…buy their cd’s (rip the commercial
stuff…and the international stuff…but buy our original locally produced stuff)…help
these guys and girls to keep doing what they love…R140 for a piece of music
brilliance is not much…heck…some of us drink that out in half an hour…Doooooooo
it……doooooooo it nowwwwwwww!!!!

You won’t regret it…