hello Paul…

26 October, 2010

… sorry to take so long to respond to your email from last week. All’s well (huh?) here and then some! First off i have to share with you something i found yesterday at Slowboat (along with a Brian Wilson album “…Reimagines Gershwin”) that has put my being out of joint. It’s a Soul Jazz compilation called “The World of Arthur Russell”. I think i’ve found something sublime.

Chances are good that you with your broad knowledge (ahem – understatement of the century, yes?) already know everything about Arthur Russell and even have an enviable collection of Russell’s music, but for me it’s a completely new dip into the bizarre depth of the New York underground of 80’s disco. I am blown away. I am … words defy me.

Lot’s of stuff available online, i haven’t gone further than YouTube, here’s an “unofficial” mashup of an animation to one of the gorgeous (maybe less typical)  songs on the compilation. It’s called “A Little Lost”

The compilation includes “Let’s Go Swimming” and here’s a mix posted on YouTube (not a video, just an un-be-fucking-lievable mix courtesy of Walter Gibbons that today remains futuristic … did Czukay ever hear this ? … different but somehow related, intertwined, connected … no?

Arthur Russell is dead. Long live Arthur Russell!


i’ve already made my fortune…

25 July, 2010

… so for those of you that haven’t here’s a compelling opportunity. See below…

I am reminded of a fellow in the UK who pretended to take the bait by responding but asking for more details “seeing that there is so much fraud happening on the internet, with due respect, etc etc…” There began a lively correspondence that went on for months. With each assurance the pretending mark asked for more proof of fidelity. Eventually the Nigerian shack-dwelling fraudster agreed to and then sent a picture of himself with his pants around his ankles in his efforts to show that his intentions were sincere.

It was hilarious, wish i had the link to it at hand.

Here’s the heartache sent to me:

No 45 Prinsslo Street
South Africa.

Dear Sir/Madam,

My name is Mr. Evans Dadah, the second son of Mr. Lawson Dadah a former farm owner and a top opposition member in Zimbabwe polities.

Please I am actually looking for a person who has got a good experience in hotel management, hospital management,transportes management , private school management, or any lucrative business overseas, because I can not operate here in South Africa due to security reasons.

Also my life and that of my senior brother depends on what I am going to tell you now.

Well, you may wonder how I got to know you. Please, do not wonder, because I believe it is the work of God that made to come across your name.

I prayed and asked God to help me to get somebody who could help me in this transaction because this money is actually not mine for now. My father mapped it out for his electioneering campaign and for upgrading his farm land before he was killed by the government of Mr. Robert Mugabe. Before he died, he put this money in the basement of our house in a sealed metal box. The amount is {US$17.5} seventeen million five hundred thousand united states dollars.

When he was killed, I ran away with my brother together with this money to a friend in South Africa, who helped us to deposit this money in a security company since August. So please, I am kindly asking you to assist us transfer this money out of South Africa into your personal account in your country.25% for the total money have been mapped out for your assistance while 5% is for expenses occurred during the transaction.

Am look forward to your kind assistance. You can contact me with the above telephone number if you so wish to assist or through this E-mail address evans_dadah_01@yahoo.com (God will bless you and your family)

Best Regards
Mr. Evans Dadah.
(For the family our heritance

friday night Wellington…

7 June, 2010

… Colleen is down and we take in two live bands.

Batucada Sound Machine at Bodega, The Finnster on trumpet, my (very patient) piano teacher in Auckland last year. That’s Finn Scholes, and alongside him on trombone, buddy Oliver Emmitt. A friendly mix, nine piece band playing and you can hear yourself talk. Hats off to the soundman!

Have a look here for a sampling of their sound, and, if you happen to be in Europe over the summer, the BSM are all over there, Portugal, Spain, the Netherlands, Germany, the UK…

Then onto San Francisco Bathhouse to hear The Pyramid Scheme, celebrating the release of their new album “Massive Reminders of a Virile King” (chortle chortle) – this set an earsplitting rendition of songs that now sound tame and restrained on the recording. Live is the thing, but my old ears took damage for sure. A gorgeous showy bunch on stage, outfits, makeup, hats, it reminds of the Arkestra all right. A fabulous drummer. Hope to see them again soon!!

ok, let’s recap…

7 May, 2010

… i see the apartment on Tuesday 20th of April. Up in Auckland that weekend enthusing to Colleen.

During the following week i walk into a few banks to chat about home loan options.

Last weekend, Colleen comes down to Welly to have a look and gives the thumbs up.

Monday 12h00 i see a solicitor to act as conveyancer.  At 14h00 i get a pre-approved loan document from National Bank. At 13h30 i sit with Norma Bryant, the estate agent, at Dixon Street Deli and put in an offer for $325,000.

She rings back just over an hour later. Nyet, come see the countersigned document. Back at the deli at 15h00. They say $365,000. I say $350,000 final.

At 15h45 Norma calls to say they’ve signed, the deal is done.

Since Monday the home loan has been finalized, the conveyancing is under way, i’ve arranged the money transfer to cover the bond deposit and notified my landlord that i will be moving out of the matchbox on Friday, 11th June to move into my new home.

Is that fast or what? Go me!

chaiyya chaiyya…

2 May, 2010

… the theme song from Spike Lee’s Inside Man.

Colleen asked about it again today. The YouTube trawl brought this to light.


why not pay off my …

2 May, 2010

… own mortgage instead of some landlords?

This is the facade of Columbia Private Apartments near the bottom end of Cuba Street. The arrow points at unit 7 which is for sale. I saw it 12 days ago and liked it very much. Colleen came down this weekend for a second opinion, she said “yes” pretty much immediately, and so i am going to put in an offer to purchase – gulp!

Take the Photo Tour.

What do you think?

start again!

2 May, 2010

Floriditas again.

Actually the first time since early January when i was here for that 2nd Telecom job interview.

Since then…

well, yes…

a lot has happened…

…and i have neglected this journal, and for a while restarting it seemed less and less likely, until the other day when i posted a two-liner to try out the use of SoundCloud for Paul, and i figured that what was holding me back was the dismay at having to catch up on everything since early February….

… the wonderful news of getting that job with TNZ, the Joanna Newsom gig (ok), the Yo La Tengo gig (fucking awesome), the trip to the RSA and Zimbabwe, arriving in Wellington in early March, starting the job at TNZ, the friendly Comfort Hotel in Cuba Street, Cuba Street itself of course, the Calexico concert, the move from the hotel into my matchbox apartment in Vivian Street, the Pavement concert (missed that one), discovering Moore and Wilsons, starting the double bass lessons with Paul Henderson, the weekly commute between here and Auckland, the Wilco concert with a great supporting gig by Justin Townes Earle, Colleens weekend visits here, our trip into the hills beyond Petone, discovering a riding outfit south of Wainuiomata along the valley road that offers a couple hour hacks at $25 per hour (this very good value even by RSA standards, where a good ride isn’t to be had for peanuts either), the Vampire Weekend concert (missed that one too, fuck!), my occasional peek at the residential property market, knowing that i wouldn’t stay in my matchbox for long, initially looking out for rentals, then venturing out to look at a very cool apartment in Newtown that was on the market for less than $300,000, and from there it was a hop,skip, jump to shaping the question – why not pay off my own mortgage instead of some landlords?

And so the blog kick-starts again here in early May after a hiatus of three months. The gap is well enough filled by the thumbnail sketch scribbled above, from here on “kyk noord en vok voort, ek se…”