March 31st, 2010 - Marisa - 0 Comments
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The last installment of the New York MOOKS Report restaurant review featured the gloriously grease-embracing soul food cuisine of Pies-N-Thighs. This time we visit another fellow finger licking establishment, Fette Sau, where BBQ is big and meat is king.

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March 31st, 2010 - sarahp - 1 Comment
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Music holds a strange intangible power over me where deep in the recesses of my brain an emotion is pinned to the chords of a song. For a fleeting moment part of my mind will be transported back in a wave of music induced nostalgia to the emotion or time that has reference to that particular song. Listening to the lamentings of Billy Corgan of the Pumpkins suddenly I am 16 again, pining after some young love, or blink 182 and momentarily I am back in high school full of teenage angst once more. Finley Quaye held the same power over me, their song ‘Even After All’ unpins the emotions attached to it and they swell through me until I am fit to burst. This all changed when on Saturday Finley Quaye performed live at the club where I work, bursting the bubble of my blissful ignorance.

I had begged for weeks to ensure I was working the night Finley Quaye was to perform at our club. For those of you who have been hiding under a rock for the past five years, Finley Quaye is a group hailing from the UK and can be classified as reggae rock. They have been with me on my iPod throughout university and beyond, and like discovering Father Christmas is a farce, seeing them perform live was unnerving. They delivered a lackluster performance than seemed as if they had more pressing matters to attend to elsewhere. The lead singers’ onstage presence was meek; he wandered about the stage as if searching for his wayward mojo. I felt like a child at Christmas waking up to the wonder and excitement that is Christmas morning only to unwrap a lump of coal. The emotions that welled up within when listening to Finley have been washed away and now when I hear them I am no longer transported back to days of bliss, but rather I stay rooted in the present, with the bitter taste of disappointment left in my mouth.

The night was saved by local acts who were supposed to be just a snack on the Finley Quaye menu. The openers included Pharell Perkis (South Africa’s Jack Johnson) and Lindiwe Suttle, who both delivered amazing shows and left the crowd perfectly warmed up for the main act… It just goes to show that our local gems may not be internationally recognized, but they can still outshine stars…

March 26th, 2010 - Simone Bruno - 0 Comments
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A land forgotten by governments, but well known by armed militant groups as the never ending Colombian conflict rages on. Chocó also serves as a forest pass, for cocaine, guerrillas and as an illegal passage into north America.

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March 23rd, 2010 - Marisa - 0 Comments
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Thousands of bands, even more wristbands, hundreds upon hundreds of parties and litres of free alcohol are basically what SXSW is all about. For four days (or even longer if you count the interactive component) Austin, Texas, is overrun by even more beards, flannel, raybans and pretty girls than usual when music players and industry folk come together from all over the world for this annual event.

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March 22nd, 2010 - marikot - 0 Comments
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If you’re looking for something inspirational, you might want to check out the newly released book, GENGA, by Hiraku Suzuki. The book contains exactly 1000 illustrations dedicated to language and the galaxy. Inspired by every aspect in his immediate environment, GENGA is a dictionary-sized microcosm made out of numerous signals that communicate times between present and future.

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March 18th, 2010 - sarahp - 3 Comments
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I’m sitting in my office with my headphones on. The sounds of Pendulum’s ‘Slam’ are pulsating in my ears. It’s going to be an awesome RAMFEST, 2010 weekend! Cape Town’s renowned for her mad trance parties, but I’m a rock festival girl at heart. It gives you time to chill and be real, instead of bouncing off the walls using the same MDMA trip. Trance parties attract swarms of ‘Trancies’ or hippies and sometimes it makes me wonder what Trancies do between weekends. But as Hunter S Thompson would say: “all these savage beasts are disguised as people lovin’ hippies”.

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