Tuesday, 29 November 2011


I thought I should post the drummer today as yesterday's post was all about the bass player. So now we have what I like to call drum & bass. (Even if they are from different bands, different venues, different concerts, different days, different... well just about everything really).
By the way, I have no idea what the drummer saw, but I think he didn't like it. Was that a spider crawling across his cymbal?

Monday, 28 November 2011

Sunday, 27 November 2011

I don't know

how they did it, but somehow they sent an email to the sun and out it came to play.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Friday, 25 November 2011

As I walked around

the exhibition this picture and this man stuck in my mind and connected themselves. As I was lucky enough to get to meet the guy a bit later (he was the one who officially opened the exhibition), I managed to master the courage (I am a ridiculously and stupendously shy person really) to ask him if he would pose next to the picture for me. And guess what? Well, it is easy to guess now that you have seen the photo.
And as I was on a role, I thought I would do another one.
(Thanx to both for helping me.)

Thursday, 24 November 2011

It was all fine

until I bumped into somebody and she said that they reminded her of New Kids on the Block (yes you know who you are). From that moment onwards everything they did seemed over choreographed and well... ufff, do I really need to explain?

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Double detention

and 5000 lines. Yup, I think I experienced both during my school years.
(btw: it reads Never again will I make boring art)

Monday, 21 November 2011

Now that was exciting

Guess what I was up to. No, I don't think the photo will help you with your guess. It might help you guess where I was, but not what I was up to. Anyway, I went to Irena's exhibition opening. And yes, you probably guessed I took one or two photos, that wasn't so hard (to guess I mean). But I meant what else was I up to? Ok, I know that the human attention span has been reduced to the time it takes the average index finger to click on the mouse button, so you either gave up and started surfing on a different wave (or page) (in which case booo to you, but you will never know I just said booo to you as you are no longer on this blog) or you are still reading and you are dying to know what I was up to (I guess that is why you kept on reading) or you know exactly what I was up to and you just want to see how lost I can get in a single sentance. Anyway, at the opening I read a few of my poems (and yes that is the exciting part, but I have had years of training in how to disguise anysort of excitement whatsoever). And I have not done this in yonks (or eons, whichever is longer). And I forgot that it is fun. See, all I need is a little nudge from my friends at the right time and even I can master the courage to crawl out of my little see through shell. And who knows, I might even do it again some day...

Saturday, 19 November 2011

In search of...

Fed up with all the fog we have been having, I decided I need to do something in the name of all us living in the underworld and try to bring you all (and me, obviously) some news from the world above... My forefathers believed that the world above is full of fresh air and that a huge yellow ball travels across the blue, blue sky. So I started climbing, upwards, high above the underwolrd, climbing up grounds that have not seen a human foot in thousands of years. Land uncharted, and I felt like the explorer who sat at the back of his ship, hoping that the wind will blow it over the edge of the world (he had a mortgage so high and life threatening he knew he did not have a chance in hell of paying it off, so sailing off the edge of the world seemed to be the safe and easy option).
What I found was something white on the ground. After tasting it and subduing it to various chemical tests I realised it had no special flavour and as I could not find a use for it I continued on my journey onwards and upwards. After walking for another eon or so, I could still see no blue sky. Only the fog I knew so well. I started to doubt the legacy of our forefathers, I started considering it just another myth...
The air was getting lighter and thinner, and the inhabitants of this midworld were getting smaller and smaller (probably because of the thin air). As I was walking (yes, still upwards) I stumbled across one of their skyscrapers in the fog.

Following a long and detailed search I found their chief, who was not really communicative. On the up side, he did seem to smile a lot...
...and he did offer me some of their local delicacies to eat (he also offered his daughter's hand in marriage, but after a few glasses of their local wine we both agreed that I might not be the best suited for her).
So now that I was re-energised and had a little rest I stepped boldly onwards. I am quite sure no human has ever gone so high, or at least has not lived to tell the tale. And after turning the 1178 corner, I saw this appear in front of my eyes. What our forefathers had been passing down through generations was true! The skies in the world up above are blue! Not everything is grey, and fog doesn't gobble up absolutely everything & everyone.
And the trees have different colour leaves.
And a huge yellow ball hangs in the middle of the blue sky.

And I really didn't want to go back into the underworld, but I decided I must come down and tell you all about the blue sky and the yellow ball and the fresh air... So now you know, you can all join me on my journey upwards and beyond...

Friday, 18 November 2011


a bit different. Took way too many photos, at three completely different venues, all within a single day. (and yes that is what I call an excellent day). As the other two sessions were from a performance, and a performance/poetry reading that I just know you are dying to see the entire albums of here and here, I decided to show you a photo from something I don't usually photograph, but got a chance to do today. (And no, I don't mean women). I mean taking photographs of models under studio lights in a semi studio like environment (if you forget the millions of photographers all looking for their little space under the sun, ooops studio lights...). Of course, if this is more your cup of tea, you can see the full album here.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Taking time

for the fans. And I like that. I think all bands should try it. I think most of the fans don't bite, and even when they do I have a feeling the guys from the band might enjoy it. Click here for the concert photos.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

We are all

trying to escape. The ghetto. The town. The country. The job. The boss. The deadline. The thoughts. This world. Our world. The world we are destroying. Our minds.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011


story telling. And he seems to be becoming a regular on my blog, but he has had a different performance every time I have seen him, so why not?

Monday, 14 November 2011

Saturday, 12 November 2011


The quiet one.

And as I went to see Leeloojamais supporting the 15 October demonstrators who have been there in the cold for the last 4 weeks, I have to show my support to them all by posting a photo from their performance in the cold and dark...

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Dutch courage

Watching and listening to the jazz band playing in the pub.

Taking a long, slow sip of beer. Hoping it will do the trick.

Eyeing the babe behind the bar. Seems like more courage is needed.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Art is all about

Eve. No, no, that was not what I wanted to say (even though in a very general way I guess it often is). It is all about interaction. In one way or another. So go out and interact.

Monday, 7 November 2011

Business meeting

This photographer is going places even when a bit off colour. Going for a business meeting and leaving his camera at home... But it all happened so fast, there was no time, no time...

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Photo photo

Just enjoying ourselves. When you do things just because they are fun and for no other reason.

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Friday, 4 November 2011

Didn't get round

to taking a photo of the cutest girl I saw yesterday, so here is a photo of the second cutest one.
And for all of you who are not into girls, here is some fruit to bite into.
(I know my mind goes all funny when I work too much... but hopefully I've got a few easy days ahead, so I will return to my normal self (whatever that is) in no time at all)

Thursday, 3 November 2011


I like the lighting in this photo... there was enough to outline the bass player, but not so much that it would flood the entire space.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

All we ever really want

is a good night's kip. And if we can't get it, those who can paint it, while all that is left to us, the ordinary mortals, is to fantasise about it. Who? Me? Troubled? Nah! Never!