come right...together

its been a minute, hasnt it? last time i was on here i was having a parlotones throw down and things got a bit heated up in here. both things that i crave and thoroughly enjoy when i experience them, but unfortunately, this was not one of those times. damn! oh, and lastly on the parlotones, i remembered that a few months back jamie and i were sitting at andiamo, this 24 hour pizza place in greenside, and we got to talking to this dude who had just finished a gig or something, i dont know. so we were quite drunk, so we struck up a conversation with this decidedly less than average fellow, and asked him who he played for. so he tells us that he plays for a number of bands, one of which he cant really disclose cos they are like, 'super famous'. so we probe, and inform him that we probably dont care and that it really makes no difference to our lives, and he then proceeds to tell us that this super rockstar band that he plays for is..wait for it....you probably guessed it by now....the parlotones! we told him that we really dont care and that it makes no difference to our lives. we shivered like we had smelt something really bad and just felt sorry for the dude. exit stage right.



but i actually have come on here to make a point today. i had a very honest, interesting conversation with a friend of mine yesterday when we were wiling away time in our hotseat, and we got onto coming right with people and our general views on the issues (in relation to how we view ourselves and our general tactics and views on the situation). so he asked me my thoughts, and the more i spoke, the more i sounded like a gay little girl who wants to marry the man she kisses for a hundred years. and as i kept saying what it was that i was saying, it sounded more and more like that, but i know that that wasnt what i was getting at, and he thought that that was where i was coming from.



so basically my views on the whole coming right issue are as follows: i love it. i think its one of the most beautiful, innocent moments that can happen between 2 people and can connect 2 individuals in a really innocently intimate way. and therefore, i dont believe in the random, drunken come right. yes, when in my younger day i was all about going out, and pulling as many guys as possible, but with my age has come wisdom, and i really dont see the point in finding some random guy, squinting your eyes to determine whether or not he is attractive, and then just lunging because it is after 2am after all and looking around, this is the best that you are going to get. yeah...no. i am okay, thanks. i find the best part of any interaction of this sort to be the build up towards it. i get no greater pleasure or satisfaction (well, before home time comes) than feeling that attraction and tension between 2 people and both wanting the same thing at that precise moment, but wondering how you are going to go about it, so you while away the time by having interesting, funny, intellectual, random conversations. getting to know each other and getting into each others heads to completely (or at least for now) understand each other, and this only increases the mutual attraction exponentially, until neither of you can take it anymore and there is this electricity in the air that is tickling your skin (and other regions) until you find the opportune moment to embrace life. *sigh* thats what i am talking about, and how it should all be!



if i kiss someone, we need to connect on a different kind of level, and not only be physically attracted to one another-alcohol can have an effect on that. we need to get each other, and i dont mean understand each other for the long haul, just understand each other for the moment which we are both involved in, and enjoy it. not superficial. not too deep either. for me, just having really good banter is good enough. or getting into a heated discussion about music, adventures, anything that ignites the passion within us (sweet lord, i sound like im writing a mills and boon novel). i dont want it to be waste. too many times i have walked away not caring and not knowing the guys name, purely because we didnt engage. and then i have wondered what on earth the point of that was and havent feel any sense of fulfillment or achievement. a complete waste of my time in fact when i could have been dancing with my friends or engaging in an interesting conversation with someone else.



i sound like a girl. i sound like an adult book novelist. i sound like i am in crazy need of a good time.



but hey, #imjussayin

rabi

(un)inspired

we probably need to start coming up with new blog titles. we have gone from kevin jonas to the parlotones, where we seem to be hovering. people might get the wrong idea. sooo...to our 3 followers, of which we are two of them: please don't get the wrong idea. i would have to agree though rabs, seven year old kelly smit is the real star here.

as the title indicates, i am decidedly uninspired this morning. i did however, find out yesterday that when someone is sentenced to death by lethal injection they still disinfect the area that they are going to inject you in... seemingly infection is something to worry about in the afterlife. oh...and my friend got his nuts back (they were posted from abroad and held up at customs). luckily there are a lot of them so he can distribute to the many who need at least two. i will lend him my phonebook. let the philanthropy begin.

last thing...if you are procrastinating and bored of shooting ducks on http://www.hayibo.com/lame_duck/index.html you should look to http://en.akinator.com/ for your salvation.

therearereallynofreshideasthismorning...#imjussayin

jamie

push me to the floor

yes, i did just quote a parlotones line. am i in need of an exorcism? do i need heavy shock therapy? or do i just need a hug? the answer to all these questions should be 'yes', but this time, it is 'no'.

i was going to write about this on tambourinepopeye, but i thought against it, as that is a forum for the appreciation of the arts, and i got seemingly upset when i mentioned them in my last post. my little blogspot needs some love, and she needs it very soon. so since this is a safe space where i can say whatever the fuck it is that i am feeling, i thought this would be more appropriate (but to bring you up to speed as to where i am on the parlotones front, check out tambourinepopeye).

now, we all know that the parlotones are one of the most hated bands by all of those who have their fingers on the pulse of whats happening, and unfortunately we were not invited to the nationwide vote that took place that put them as SA's no. 1 band. we were probably all too busy doing more important things, or actually voting in our national elections. anyways, the ballots were counted and audited, and it seems that the parlotones won the election. i naturally wasnt too impressed by this, but also didnt even realise until not only was kfc sponsoring a meal for them, but woolies too had created a wine named after them (yuck, bleugh, puke). rumour has it that this wine is really good, but i think i would rather opt for a high ocnstantia 2001 cab franc, or a bottle of tassies than succumb to the influences of mass media corporatocracy (i am tired, and as a result, my english, she isnt too good). i swore loudly, i hit a wall, and i said some unkind things about them. but then i realised something...

i actually had no real reason to be upset. i should actually be thanking the parlotones, and their make up artist (7 year old, kelly smit). for without their lameness, some other band would have to become a corporate sell out, and with the fantastic music we have in south africa at the moment (and its only getting better as 18 year olds from belville are getting their drivers licenses), it would have had to have been a band whose finger is looming/hovering around the pulse. the beauty of aouth african music is that everyone is unique and isnt afraid to explore their own artistic paradigms and consciousness, and you best believe it, few of them are corporate sell outs. i will even let getting onto the 5fm playlist slide this time. but ja, as i was saying, without the parlotones taking the hit in order to protect the real music that is local, some other fantastic band would have been caught in the line of fire. this is because with every multi national endorsement, the parlotones become more and more pathetic, and because their music is lame, it makes it okay to point and laugh, and just generally feel sorry for them. im all for it!!

so parlotones, you continue with your sponsorships, and you make those millions. you shit all over the beauty and sanctity of the local music scene, because without you, we would not be able to truly appreciate what we really do have.

oh, and upon checking the fanpage on facebook, i would like to applaude each and every one of you! no one was a fan on their page. you guys are the real stars here. keeping everything the way it should be. and another little chuckle was here, there is a group titled, 'People that listen to the Parlotones are the ones that appreciate music!!!'. i laughed for a literal minute and a half, and laughed even harder when i saw that there are 48 members. sadnesss is...

but hey, #imjussayin

rabi

by the way

that postal service song is not even real!! i love it. i think you have played it for me before, but you have defs mentioned it to me, cos of the badass chic. dig it. love it. own it...#imjussayin

kevin jonas once said....

james, im impressed that you had disconnected your wlan, and managed to sort that shit out!!! can we give the lady a round of applause please *clap clap clap* what the hell is wlan anyways? i have seen LAN somewhere. oh wait, there is something on my adsl that has wlan, and the light is flashing. hectic. but i think its a good flash. i dont know, is there a bad flash?? wait, never mind (yeugh). and you even went into MS DOS land?? that shit is deep. i think i last saw that stuff when computers were a murky grey and had a butt bigger than j-lo. however, computers today are in no way like j-lo, cos they refuse to be associated with the block. viva j-lo, viva!!

i wasnt saying that those are the greatest love songs ever. oh hell no. i just meant that if one were to combine them all, they would depict what i imagine love to feel like, you know what i mean? greatest love songs ever is a chat for another day, and gangsta BEP songs will not be included in that. maybe we will include some whitney houston in that-precrack whitney houston though. not the one we all saw on oprah declaring that 'crack is whack!' (which it is by the way).

im not feeling too inspired at this moment. have a lot of work to get through. but if im suddenly overwhelmed by this burning desire to let my thoughts free on the interweb, you will be the first recipients of such glory...#imjussayin

rabi

a good way to start the day

ooooohhh...."brand new colony", now THAT shit is not even real. i have just arrived at work. i think that blogging is a good way to start the day, i may not be able to eat cereal, but i can most certainly write. well...at least until something technological happens that leaves me completely dumbfounded. speaking of which, i impressed myself yesterday. i disabled my "wlan"...i don't even know what that means so the fact that i did it is amazing. seemingly this relates to the internet so i had to fix it. anyway, when your computer starts up it says something about pressing F10 to enter setup...yes, i went there...to the part of the computer that is jamming it up like it is 1987. there are no pretty graphics or cutesy messages from google, prompting you. i digress...the point is that i went there and i enabled my wlan!:-)x

rabs, i feel like something is missing from the the greatest love songs...hmmmm....it will come to me. there is however, an amazing postal service break up song. it is a duet, but a tres cool one. i am not talking ricky martin and christina aguilera with pensive stares and mind- numbing lyrics. it is more like a conversation. i am not going to do it justice...it is called "nothing better" and it is phenomenal. i am contemplating putting the lyrics here, but the listening is so much better...hhhmmmmm...okay fine. here it is:

guy: will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart. that you're deserting for better company? i can't accept that it's over...and i will block the door like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry

so just say how to make it right and i swear i'll do my best to comply

tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together.

girl: i feel i must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history so let me help you remember. i've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. i've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave.

so please back away and let me go

guy: i can't my darling i love you so...oh, oh

tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

girl: don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future. your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

guy: i know that I have made mistakes and i swear
i'll never wrong you again

girl: you've got a lure i can't deny, but you've had your chance so say goodbye, say goodbye.

i think i like it because of the dynamics of the song. that, and it is postal service.

#imjussayin

jamie

oh this is exciting

i dont really know if anyone besides the 2 of us are going to partake in this endeavour. but as james said, its to reduce facebook spam, and to mildly entertain anyone avoiding work, waiting in traffic (since these fancy phones enable such things), or those who for some reason are interested in the random, at most times sordid, thoughts that pass through our minds. lets go.

i was sitting in my car today, in some other kind of crazy traffic listening to my new favourite band, Phoenix. they arent even real, but their shit is. anyways, for osme reason it got me to thinking about love and stuff, even though their songs have very little to do with that idealised way of life, and i was trying to figure out which song/s feel the most of what i imagine 'love' to feel like. so whilst listening to 'if its not with you', i came up with the perfect combination: 'if its not with you' by phoenix + 'sexy' by black eyed peas + 'i've got a crush on you' by frank sinatra (who they say what he lacked in height, he made up for in other departments.*cough cough* + 'brand new colony' by postal service = love that feels like the sun is flirting with your face and clouds are drifting in your mind, whilst being enveloped by the crazy passion for the person on the otherside. *sigh*

but hey, #imjussayin

rabi

ooh la la

the very first entry! i am going to transfer my creativity from the constraints of facebook (it is inconsiderate to take up someone's entire wall with whatever particular thought strikes you at the time)to this glorious blog. just got back from the world's greatest weekend in c**e *own...i am not sure how specific one can be on the world wide web...cyber crime is real. by strategically replacing certain letters with *s, seemingly only the dumbest stalking criminal would not know what i am talking about. i can respect criminals who are clever...#imjussayin