War Baby

Music censorship in S.A. during the good old/bad old days was interesting to say the least. Like most government departments (previous and current), their decisions seemed irrational and inconsistent. They also seemed to ban songs and albums after most of the public had heard them on the radio and purchased them. One exception was ‘Biko’ … Continue reading War Baby

Runnin’ with the Devil

1978 – I would’ve been 13 when Van Halen released their debut album, but I doubt I heard the album that year. In conservative South Africa, Van Halen would’ve been considered long-haired and dangerous, and their guitar heavy sound would’ve been branded ‘underground music’. In this rigid religious environment, that label carried a bunch of … Continue reading Runnin’ with the Devil

The Recliner

Although technically Brenda died at the age of 65, she had effectively stopped living about 20 years earlier. Brenda and Arthur had been high school sweethearts and their early marriage had followed the same course as most; through the giddy heights of youthful infatuation, on to the comfortable companionship of middle age, before finally settling … Continue reading The Recliner

The Anti-Nuisance League

At the time of writing, the Anti-Nuisance League consists of around 5000 members. Members are like-minded, committed, and dynamic individuals who offer a variety of services and resources to achieve a common goal. We have members in every corner of the country and every sphere of society. Doctors, cops, truck drivers, pilots, lawyers – we … Continue reading The Anti-Nuisance League

Yours truly, Billy Idol.

Dear Abby,It’s me again.Quite a bit has happened since we last spoke. After we decided.In the room, I’ve read about it. The old woman gave me an iPad, and I learned how to Google things and ask questions. What I needed was a thing called a ‘Cleft Lip and Nasal Reconstruction’.That procedure could’ve corrected the … Continue reading Yours truly, Billy Idol.

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

Relax.The last thing the world needs is another boring analysis of this classic Dylan tune, and I don’t have any tales of drunken debauchery linked to the song.The title only sets the right tone for what follows.Read on… Oh Mother, I can feel...the soil falling over my head.The Smiths States of bewilderment, momentary confusion or … Continue reading Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door