Here on 6000 miles… you know that we are always happy to promote the latest musical offerings from South Africa – especially for our overseas reader(s). To that end, please find below the video from Cape Town band Ashtray Electric for their single When Sex Becomes A Sport.
Great song, wonderfully dark video.
I’m getting elements of The Music, Snow Patrol, a touch of Starsailor and a dash of Placebo. Add that to a hint of red berries and plenty of coffee and spice and it’s all good.
How exciting – look what I got in the post last night:
Two of them, in fact.
Now there’s just a couple of flights to organise, a reasonably priced hotel room in Oslo (is there such a thing?) and a couch here and there in the UK.
Oh, and if you’re reading this, Mr Carter – as you should be – you’re proving rather difficult to get hold of!
Those of you fortunate enough to know me will be aware that I am rarely lost for words. Any potential struggling around in difficult social situations can usually be avoided by my finding some witty or pertinent remark, about 5% of which land me in trouble. But it’s worth taking the chance. Usually.
Mrs 6k hit the speechless nail on the head with her Christmas gift for me this year, though.
In fact, speechless was just part of the reaction. I was stunned, overwhelmed, overcome and speechless. All at the same time.
It took a strong brandy or eight before I could even react at all.
Of course, those who are fortunate enough to know Mrs 6k will be aware that she has always been known for her imaginative ideas in the field of gifting.
But this time she completely outdid herself with a couple of tickets to a little farewell concert in December 2010.
Just 341 sleeps to go. Oh Emm Gee.
Afrihost to Zebra (and Giraffe).
I made the switch from WebAfrica to Afrihost this evening, thus saving myself about R50 a month, upping my monthly bandwidth by 67% and – perhaps most importantly – actually being able to connect to the internet. It was almost completely painless, but having bought my router off the back of a stolen lorry, there were a few mild teething issues to contend with. Nothing that a few kind words from Afrihost support and a few kind smacks with a claw hammer couldn’t sort out though.
All this so that I could tell you about the somewhat bizarre gig we went to this afternoon. At which the organisers were expecting a few thousand – but at which there were only a few hundred. If that.
It was intimate. It was friendly. It was downright odd.
There are photos – some quite good ones as well – it wasn’t like I couldn’t saunter through the empty space right up to Greg Carlin’s feet, so distance wasn’t an issue. But sorting through them hasn’t happened yet. I’ll let you know when there’s something so see. Meanwhile, I can report that Z&G were very good, the Dirty Skirts were also very good and the crowd (both of it) were extremely appreciative in the summer sun wind.
Meanwhile – death to Web Africa, who were good, but then slipped a little and Viva Afrihost, Viva!
