Wow so this is what being in the 3rd decade of my life feels like... the same as my earlier decades... as I wind down from my week long birthday festivities this mothers day, I cannot think of a better way than to begin this new chapter (cliché bleh) than with compiling a detailed essay list of my favourite music that has been my soundtrack for the last 30 years PSYCH!! That would be the audio equivalent of the great wall of china stuffed into a speaker. Instead I'll opt out of the "this is the music that shaped my life" blog and just post the gems that have seen me through the transition this past week, way way way better..
I guess its time to actually do something with this blog which has become the online equivalent of a 2 week old takeout in the fridge (which reminds me...)
So I'm currently residing in Berlin, Germany for the past 5-ish months, and no I wont start vomiting German phrases and "coolest places to go around town" coz honestly even after a couple of night outs and Deutsch Lernin, I'm still at a dramatic hand gestures and utilising my limited Afrikaans to get by. Plus I want to avoid sounding like a dick....
I suppose the thing that draws me to fantasy and fiction is probably what draws everyone else; the underlying human emotive subtext interpreted through fantastical form, you thought I was gonna say men in tights? or if I was straight... the big boobs and action. Alas no, my brain even exposed to an abundance of alcoholic beverages on a weekly basis, yurns for something a bit more than American Pie: The Reunion.
I trust you had a great festive season, (don't tell me about it, its just an expression). I can honestly inform you guys with about as much as 1% sarcasm that I'm really looking forward to 2012.
First important thing is the MUSIC, so many artists which have taken a 3 year gap year are all coming back with new albums, if you don't know who, then should one bother to tell you? (send your answers to whogivesafuck@justjoking.co.uk)
I'm just going to skip the fact that I have neglected my blog,like the english people neglect fashion by wearing sweatpants in public.
As you can see by the headline of this post that I have been working extreeeeeemmmmeelly hard this past month, actually that's a lie, tho freelance has been good to this boy, the golden goblet of a stable job has alluded my lips of lust (wow where did that come from?). Life kinda has a way of not being quite what I want, but yet still giving me what (it thinks) I need, I'm not complaining just not content. PAHLLEEZZZ dont tell me "It gets better" save it for the Youtube vids for my poor gay tweens who are taking their lives (yup its still going), I just want to go through the days with a certainty in the insanity and hope one day a skrew will stay in....that's a positive thing.
So ya'll I opened a Tumblr account, as I feel this is more of a "Dear Diary" sorta thing and if I just want to post pics or videos with no DVD commentary I can just post them there, you can gaze upon it over here.
PS: The Work, The Work, The Work used to be my first jobs mantra, I don't get why companies need to conceptualize a slogan when there are clients and brands who need good ideas the most, anyhoo, there was one interview I went to for a retail agency in Cape Town, whose D&AD award winning honey-on-the-ears slogan was " We make your tills sing"....honestly? I don't even think my residual acting chops were enough for me to contain my laughter, wow I really lost my luster for advertising or maybe I just haven't had the right environment.
I think my slogan could read F.Y.I.X.Y.Z: I like to get pissed. no? or F.Y.I.X.Y.Z: a pissed creative. nope? oh well.
So apparently its summer over here, coulda fooled me, unless it was that two week gap of sun we had, than I should have taken more advantage of it. As I type this there is a light drizzle happening behind me...no not that kind of drizzling you dirty people, the kind - hold up. these fucking "tenants" in the house I'm living in at the moment not only have the uncanny ability of producing foal stench cooking 24 hours a day but they have the additional mutated ability of SLAMMING THE GODAMN DOORS SO HARD it vibrates throughout the entire house, THANK GOD I am moving out on Saturday.
Where the hell was I? Gee now I totally lost my dirty joke shtick... let me start again.
So apparently its summer over here, coulda fooled me, unless it was that two week gap of sun we had, than I should have taken more advantage of it. As I type this there is a light drizzle happening behind me...no not that kind of drizzling you dirty people, the kind that pitter patters against the window, while you're gazing outward with Mariah's "I can't live if living is without you" playing in the background. Yes depression of note and not a drip of alcohol in site, unless you count hand gel but I'm no where near that desperate(give me an hour).
So when the sun does decide to show its solar flared ass, when the summer romances start to bloom and inspiration takes flight into the blue hue sky, I have a couple of nice lifetrack goodness tunes to get you into the groove. All the saffa folks located in the South I'm sure you can turn on a light and pretend, its probably what we are going to do here anyway.. enjoy
Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho - A really cute short film about two boy's Gabriel and Leonardo falling in wuv, its so pure and innocent but not in the boring and bleh way, there's of course the obligatory fag hag Giovana caught in the middle, the coolness factor is upped by 50% as its in Portuguese.
(To translate click the "CC" box at the bottom of video and select translate captions, the translations aren't 100% correct but we're all clever enough to ascertain what they are meaning to say, right? unless you're just used to dumb romantic movies about a tortured good looking boy whom "know one understands" starring an annoying Disney kid, then what are you doing here?)
