Marked for Life

And so we watch the sun come up

From the edge of the deep green sea

“What does your tattoo say?” asks a curious stranger. “Oh, it’s a line from a song by my favourite band The Cure, it has meaning to me,” I reply, slightly annoyed at the intrusion. Then I sigh realizing that this of course would happen after putting words on my back.

I always wanted a tattoo, but not necessarily an image but rather words. I love words. I love a great piece of writing. My search for the perfect combination of words to have inscribed forever into my skin ended when I realized who was responsible for the most beautiful words that I hear everyday. Robert Smith of The Cure. I listen to this band on a daily basis. They feature on every mix CD I have made over the years and they own rightful place on every playlist I’ve made on my Ipod. I just can’t get enough of his words, or rather, his lyrics. Being a massive music fan I decided a lyric would be more sentimental to me than a quote.

Most of The Cure’s lyrics have meaning to me and my life, but I found one in particular which was something when read by others would not give away too much private details, and the meaning it had to my life would still remain unknown to others.

Perhaps some people think it was a bad idea, but I don’t care what they think. Pfft. Whatever. Haha. I know that these two lines will always have meaning to my life and I definitely know that after all the years of adoration for The Cure, I will never get over them.

If you haven’t heard the song from which the lyric comes from, feel free to check out the link to a video of their performance of ‘From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea’ below.

http://youtu.be/YtgtC31Emec 

A piece of writing from a virtuoso

Here is a beautiful excerpt from one of my favourite stories, The Fisherman and his Soul by Oscar Wilde. Enjoy.

"Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and threw his nets into the water...and one evening the net was so heavy that hardly could he draw it into the boat...He tugged at the thin ropes...But no fish at all was in it...only a little Mermaid lying fast asleep.
Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold, and each separate hair as a thread of fine gold in a cup of glass. Her body was as white ivory, and her tail was of silver and pearl. Silver and pearl was her tail, and the green weeds of the sea coiled around it; and like sea-shells were here ears, and her lips were like sea-coral. The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts, and the salt glistened upon her eyelids.
So beautiful was she that when the young Fisherman saw her he was filled with wonder, and he put out his hand and drew the net close to him, and leaning over the side he clasped her in his arms. And when he touched her, she gave a cry like a startled sea-gull and woke, and looked at him in terror with her mauve-amethyst eyes, and struggled that she might escape. But he held her tightly to him, and would not suffer her to depart.
And when she saw that she could in no way escape from him, she began to weep, and said 'I pray thee let me go, for I am the only daughter of a King, and my father is aged and alone'.
But the young Fisherman answered, 'I will not let thee go save thou makest me a promise that whenever I call thee, thou wilt come and sing to me, for the fish delight to listen to the song of the Sea-folk, and so shall my nets be full.'
So she made him the promise he desired and sware it by the oath of the Sea-folk. And he loosened his arms from about her, and she sank down into the water, trembling with a strange fear.

Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and called to the Mermaid, and she rose out of the water and sang to him. Round and round her swam the dolphins, and the wild gulls wheeled above her head.
And she sang a marvellous song. For she sang of the Sea-folk who drive their flocks from cave to cave, and carry the little calves on their shoulders; of the Tritons who have long green beards, and hairy breasts, and blow through twisted conches when the King passes by; of the palace of the King which is all of amber, with a roof of clear emerald, and a pavement of bright pearl; and of the gardens of the sea where the great filigrane fans of coral wave all day long and the fish dart about like silver birds, and the anemones cling to the rocks, and the pinks burgeon in the ribbed yellow sand. She sang of the big whales that come down from the north seas and have sharp icicles hanging to their fins; of the Sirens who tell of such wonderful things that the merchants have to stop their ears with wax lest they should hear them, and leap into the water and be drowned; of the sunken galleys with their tall masts, and the frozen sailors clinging to the rigging, and the mackerel swimming in and out of the open portholes; of the little barnacles who are great travellers, and cling to the keels of the ships and go round and round the world; and of the cuttlefish who live in the sides of the cliffs and stretch out their long black arms, and can make night come when they will it. She sang of the nautilus who has a boat of her own that is carved out of an opal and steered with a silken sail; of the happy Mermen who play upon harps and can charm the great Kraken to sleep; of the little children who catch hold of the slippery porpoises and ride laughing upon their backs; of the Mermaids who lie in the white foam and hold out their arms to the mariners; and of the sea-lions with their curved tusks, and the sea-horses with their floating manes.
And each day the sound of her voice became sweeter to his ears...With lips parted, and eyes dim with wonder, he sat idle in his boat and listened, listening til the sea-mists crept round him, and the wandering moon stained his brown limbs with silver.
And one evening he called to her, and said: 'Little Mermaid, little Mermaid, I love thee. Take me for thy bridegroom, for I love thee.'
Bu the Mermaid shook her head. 'Thou hast a human soul,' she answered. 'If only thou wouldst send away thy soul, then could I love thee.'
And the young Fisherman said to himself, 'Of what use is my soul to me? I cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it. Surely I will send it away from me, and much gladness shall be mine.' And a cry of joy broke from his lips, and standing up in the painted boat, he held out his arms to the Mermaid. 'I will send my soul away,' he cried, 'and you shall be my bride...and in the depth of the sea we will dwell together, and all that thou hast sung of thou shalt show me, and all that thou desirest I will do, nor shall our lives be divided.'
'But how shall I send my soul from me?' cried the young Fisherman.
'Alas! I know not,' said the little Mermaid: the Sea-folk have no souls.' And she sank down into the deep, looking wistfully at him."

Some creative writing

Beams of moonlight cascade down on her from the bright, white, swollen moon above, bathing her in light while she wanders alongside the black lake and into the dark shadow-filled forest. She treads upon the sand of the shoreline, dipping her toes into the icy, murky water. She bends down and rests upon her knees and looks up to the bright shining object illuminating her in the darkness. At that moment she realizes that that same ball of brightness is shining down on him and his scarlet-lipped concubine, over their sty of satin sheets and feather pillows. They’re making love in the light beams of the swollen moon, the very same moon keeping her company on this dark, lonely night.

Antique Vinyls

Recently I was going through my parents old records from the 1970s and 80's. Man they were cool! You can't help but admire the artwork on the record covers. A lot of work went into designing the cover art. Fortunately today we can still get hold of old vinyls and even record players. The sound quality is to me, personally, better than that of CDs. You hear that crackling sound as the needle delicately caresses the vinyl and it just gives it such an authentic sound. I suppose today technology geeks would disagree, and since I'm not one to really appreciate advancements in modern gadgets, there is something divine about vintage technology. Compare the effect of modern digital photographs to dark room developed photos taken with an old camera.The difference is immense.
Okay, I'm not going to replace my colour TV for a black and white one anytime soon, but there are still certain things we can appreciate that were created in the 'old days', and I'm so grateful that one can still get their hands on them these days. Newer is not necessarily better kids

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Temenos, McGregor. Some travel writing

I knew it was going to be a few days of complete silence as I climbed out the car on arrival at Temenos, and all I could hear was the gentle clinking sound of wind chimes in the breeze. Our cottage, called Beulah, is hidden behind a canopy of pink oleander trees. Inside it’s cozy with its warm colours of red brick and terracotta. It walks out into the wonderful gardens which Temenos has to offer. 

In front of our cottage, is the labyrinth with its rocks representing all the different religions from Islamic to Jewish to Christianity to Taoism. Further along you can find the Zen garden where you can rake the pebbles with the rake provided. Next to it is the Buddhist statue. You can find a number of stone statues in the garden, many being angels such as the angel for the lost children.

The well can be found inside a small white building with a thatch roof. Upon entering you remove your shoes before you enter through the curtain. Once inside you find the room to be dark, warm and completely silent, all except for a trickling sound of the spring coming out of the well, which centers the room. Next to the well are mats and cushions and candles with incense to give it more ambience.

Another space of silence and peace in the garden is the little chapel of the heart. It resembles a tiny chapel. It won’t fit more than three people inside. The colour scheme inside is blue and you are able to light three candles in the center of it. Once inside there you won’t be disturbed.

A little further on from this is the Temenos library. It is an adorable white walled thatch roof cottage. Inside you find comfy couches surrounded by tall book shelves. They have categorized the books into different sections, some being Classic literature, philosophy, Spiritual, health and healing etc. The library works on a trust system where visitors can take out any book, write it down in the record file, and then bring it back before leaving Temenos.

One of the best features which Temenos’ garden offers is the duck and khoi fish pond. It is surrounded by willow trees in which hang many weaver bird nests. There is an assortment of different ducks, including two beautiful mandarin ducks. The pond is home to an abundance of large khoi fish that come up to the surface to greet you.

In the summer months, you can enjoy a swim in the outdoor pool at Temenos, and lounge next to it on the loungers provided. 
Temenos’ restaurant is elegant and sophisticated with a bit of country charm. They serve delicious chef prepared dishes. You can enjoy breakfast, lunch and dinner there. There is also a fully licensed, well-stocked bar.

The quaint little artist-friendly town of McGregor is unique from any other town, with all of the houses and buildings being uniformly built in the style of white walled cottages with thatch roofs. There is only one tarred street with road sign markings and that is the main road.

On the main road you find a number of little shops, restaurants, art galleries, a college and a Waldorf school, as well as a little petrol station with a space for one car. The most beautiful thing to see along the main road is the old fashioned church with its tall steeple which boasts a large clock that sounds every hour.

Artists who live in McGregor use their homes as studios where you can venture in by appointment and have a look at their art.

The town is situated so far into the countryside. It’s restful, tranquil and relatively crime free. I feel the people who move there do it to retire or perhaps to just get away from the city and the masses. However, living in a town so small, you will need to find something that will keep you busy.

There’s a very quaint little restaurant/deli, Deli Girls, run by an English lady who makes all the meals herself. In her shop she sells food products, including ingredients, condiments, sweets and biscuits which are not only from South Africa, but also are imported from England and Germany. You will recognize some of the famous overseas brands like Ribena. The locals buy all their groceries from her, or the little supermarket shop.  Also every week the Saturday morning market is very popular and the produce is all sold out soon after the market starts.

RAMMSTEIN LIVE

Speeding along the N1 with only one thought racing through my head, let’s not be late for Rammstein. It was the last leg of their America, Australia and South Africa tour. I was experiencing more of a nervous excitement because I had no idea of what to expect, let alone wondering whether me buying a Golden Circle ticket to be up close to the stage was a brilliant idea or a very stupid mistake. Two words to describe Rammstein’s live shows are fire and well, fire. They are known for their pyrotechnics at live shows and it was this along with their true artistic performance techniques that rewarded the audience with one of the best concerts Cape Town has seen.
We all stood there in the dark Grand Arena concert hall waiting and watching the black curtain in anticipation and preparing for something our jaded midweek thoughts could maybe handle. Amongst the crowd were aging rockers with their business suit appropriate hairstyles, Goths with their Mordor appropriate hairstyles and German Namibians, lots of German Namibians. Being one of the few women there, I decided to mask my fears and vulnerability by becoming one of the boys tonight. While I continued to look around at the crowd who were now staring zombie-like at the black curtain, a deep church-choir singing of ‘those who wait get rewarded’ in German came from behind it which faded into a heavy industrial metal thrashing and we were suddenly hit with a wall of horizontal black, red and yellow. The black curtain had fallen to reveal the German flag which sparked a deafening roar from the crowd which was accompanied by a heart-stopping bang, and we were now facing Till Lindemann and his men and chanting along with our fists in the air to the opening song ‘Rammlied’, Rammstein’s tribute to themselves. The intensity of the fireworks, the eardrum bursting loudness of the sound and Rammstein’s powerful performance managed to propel the pulsating crowd into a frenzy, yet, still an organised non-chaotic state. People were too captivated by what was happening on stage to want to fling their bodies into one another in order to create a mindless moshpit.
We saw Rammstein blowing fire from their faces high into the air, over the crowd, close enough that you thought your face was going to melt off. Lindemann ignited a petrol pump and directed the flame from it towards the crowd during ‘Benzin’, and to fuel the onstage insanity we witnessed some random guy covered in flames running from the stage crew who blasted him with a fire extinguisher after he fell to the ground. This left us momentarily unsure of whether this was part of the show or not. During ‘Waidmann’s Heil’, Lindemann was carrying an enormous machine gun, resembling a monstrous soldier of death. After witnessing enough mind-blowing antics from them, we realised they weren’t stopping there,
in fact they were intending to reduce us to nothing but sloppy vegetable mush needing to be mopped up off the floor at the end of the show. A two minute pause in their performance left us in a dark silence, our minds going crazy, then relief when we heard the eerie opening to ‘Mein Teil’ which they prolonged in order to bring out a giant pot on stage of which the keyboard player appeared out of, and Lindemann was now covered in blood reinforcing the song’s theme of cannibalism. The stage was ablaze with fire during the popular ‘Feuer Frei’, and ‘Haifisch’ had the keyboard player rowing in a zodiac over the wave-like sea of stomping, shouting, stupefied fans.
Through the dense smoke from the stage I could see that all around me, in this non-smoking venue, sweat-drenched people were lighting up cigarettes like they’d just come down from the best orgasm of their life. Struggling to breathe and hear properly, after Rammstein had finished slaying us with their three song encore and Lindemann spoke for the first time by simply uttering ‘Thank you very much’, we waddled out of the hall carrying our heavy hearts as we realised it is all over. For the die-hard fans, ‘post-Rammstein blues’ would now be setting in.
The light at the end of this now seemingly dark tunnel was the sign ‘Official Rammstein Merchandise’. We mobbed the merch stall buying t-shirts in the same fashion as ordering drinks at a busy bar, glaring at the debit card holding cretins who were standing in our way of getting the shirt we want before it’s gone.

While walking out of Grand West wondering when our ears would open up again, our t-shirts weren’t the only things we were clutching, but also the memory of the best, most epic live entertainment we had ever witnessed and the hope that all the concerts we see in the future will leave us with the thought that we’d have paid double that amount to see them live

This is How it Went

Cape Town, Saturday 7th August 10pm. I found myself drowning in a vigorously moving sea of adolescent darkly-clothed bodies, awaiting the release of a build up of excitement that began a few days earlier, and it was the moment the roar of the crowd was met with the opening to ‘A Devil in a Midnight Mass’ that I realized not only that this is going to be absolutely mind-blowing but that I had made the right decision in ignoring all those stubborn, ‘I’m too cool for Billy Talent’ hipsters and instead listened to my inner voice that told me you will not regret this.
Sure, Billy Talent’s more recent album ‘Billy Talent III’ may have lost them quite a number of early fans, but a true fan of their great first and second albums would have to have been insane to pass up a very reasonably-priced concert, showcasing a band that may have only lived a short but good life on their IPod playlist as well as getting them through their problem-laden high school days. A mere night of nostalgia aside, their concert actually did more than just take you back a few years, it showed us how an epic live concert should be.
The opening act of the night was some band from Australia who somehow managed to sneak themselves onto the line up at the last minute. Apart from providing the crowd with a laugh because their drummer looked like Bill Cosby, their sound would have been better reserved for that Sunday afternoon slot after a three day festival when most people have already gone home. The small crowd which they managed to attract was in fact dancing to the chilled summer-afternoon beat emanating from the stage but it was hard to tell if it was the music doing it to them or those ghastly R30 double Vodka and Monster concoctions.
Following this, we witnessed some local talent by the awesome Taxi Violence which were definitely a well-chosen addition to the line up after they managed to pick up the crowd’s waning spirit and brought an intense air of rock and roll back inside the Three Arts after the crowd were almost lulled to sleep with the random choice of John Mayer’s music being played over the speakers between the bands. After Taxi Violence warmed up the crowd, some energy levels, mine included, were slightly lowered again from boredom after the tiresome, ‘I’m just here to steal the limelight from Billy Talent’ performance from Francois Van Coke and his Fokofpolisekar adaptation, Van Coke Kartel. The only good thing I could see coming from them being there was maybe to remind the crowd that they’re still in South Africa so when a big overseas band like Billy Talent arrives on our shores we must be grateful.
After the opening acts were done and we’d decided on what else we can choose from the disappointing choices at the bar, we returned inside the theatre clutching our cans of Castle to be hit with a rush of excited energy mustered up from the overly enthusiastic crowd anticipating the arrival of this Canadian super group to the stage. After that well-chosen and brilliantly performed opening song, we were all treated to a double dose of awesomeness with a not too sparing sprinkling of rad for the next two hours as they performed a superbly selected set list consisting of their hits and the all-time favourites. To my relief they achieved a good balance in playing songs taken from all three albums. To my surprise and my dismay, at a point between swaying blissfully to ‘Surrender’ and jumping high enough to hurt my converse-clad feet to ‘Line and Sinker’, I noticed a number of onlookers sitting motionless and expressionless on the sidelines and the clear distinction between the true Billy fans and these kids who were just there to look cool dawned on me. And I thought that the ‘cool thing’ was to not go watch Billy Talent? I suddenly thought of all the real fans that would have killed for a ticket but had to miss out thanks to these eager-beavers representing hipster image chic, buying all the remaining tickets.
After the amazing climatic closing of the show with ‘Red Flag’, the band was gone from our sights and I was left with this euphoric sense of a high. The only way to describe it would be to imagine how one feels after the countdown to midnight at a drunken New Year’s Eve party where all you can do is hug and kiss the stranger next to you. I don’t think that I’m alone in my smug satisfaction from realizing that many of the decisions you make with your own mind turn out to be the best decisions you’ve ever made.