The ears have walls

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The times they are a-changin'.

Wow, it's been ages hasn't it. Call it lack of inspiration, lack of time, loss on interest or just plain old-fashioned laziness.. but I haven't updated this bitch in a while. Here goes.

It's been a busy and productive few weeks, work-wise. It's amazing sometimes to think that I sit at this goddam desk for more than 40 hours a week but can scarcely find time to check out, let alone spend an hour or so a day trawling the useless, expanding interweb for interesting and enlightening shit to share with everyone. I will endeavor to post more ( Agmod, ek praat met jou my maat... ek's jammer maar ek was so vokkin besig, ek sweer.. met werk en met die cherries) and to devote just a few hours a week to keeping the blog up-to-date.

Since we last spoke I've been to a few gigs.. Jon Spencer Blues Explosion were great and played an apocalyptic set which included a back-to-back performance of the whole of Orange as their encore. The Melvins were abrasive and their set was punctuated with these crazy 80's guitar riffs and really leaden drumming. King Buzzo looked certifiably insane and his hairstyle was exactly like Sideshow Bob's from The Simpsons. Dinosaur Jr. was very interesting and the bad juju between Lou Barlow and J. Mascis was so thick it was almost tangible, like you could reach out and grab it. They did play a loud and blistering best-of kinda show and my ears were ringing for days afterwards. I was completely and utterly blown away by Buck 65, a Canadian freakfolk hiphop head who dresses like an admiral and has a voice like Tom Waits filtered through fine gravel. He comes across like some beatific drunken sailor, but his songs are real fine, and his lyrics perceptive, funny and extremely cleverly written. And finally, I saw Public Enemy last night. I use the word 'saw' in the loosest possible sense as all I really saw was the first 20 minutes of their gig which consisted mainly of Chuck D and Flavor Flav screaming 'Fuck George Bush...Fuck Tony Blair and Fuck Gulliani' while members of the mostly male and sweating audience engaged in some seriously bad call/response type shit. Chuck D also managed offend a large portion of the crowd by mistakenly thinking that Ireland was part of the UK, and quickly tried to backtrack out of it, unsuccessfully I might add. I left shortly afterwards.. but not just because of the music... this leads me on to the next paragraph..

I was at the gig with somebody else.. someone special, who I've just recently started seeing (Hi baby) .. and although for days before the Public Enemy gig I was really excited to see the band.. the second I was standing inside that overcrowded room with her all I wanted to do was sit in a quiet corner and ignore everything that was going on in the rest of the city, the rest of the world.. to be alone with her. Have I lost my mind, i hear you ask? Did I forsake the thrill of gangster rap and political shadowboxing to breakbeat rhythms for a quiet evening at home with a girl? Yeah, I did. And you know what.. it was the easiest fucking decision I've made in a long time.

To quote Robert Zimmerman (who I'm going to go see in all his ragged glory on the 27th of this month)..

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'