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”.
I’m lost in my cold coffee smoking a Marlboro Red, distracted by my happiness. This is a report about a girl living in Cape Town for summer and experiencing a new year. It’s about eating blueberry nerds and getting messy on school nights. It’s about laughter, inspiration and popcorn. Like life, it’s about everything and nothing. Perhaps it’s the endless summer that’s got Cape Town caught in a spell, but for once, I’m a part of it…
By Jessica Hazel
Those of you who find yourselves in the big smoke this January should take a trip to the National Portrait Gallery before the months out for the last chance to check out over 150 photographs of England’s finest rock ‘n’ roll treasures, from Beatles to Bowie and Hendrix to the Stones, it’s well worth a look as at least 100 of the images have never been seen before.
**STRONG (ALTHOUGH TASTEFULLY USED) LANGUAGE WARNING**
It is with heavy, heavy heads that we have rolled out of our respective beds and are staring at this blog entry, hoping it will write itself. Stupid thing. Surely we have the technology for brain powered word processing by now. Anyway, It’s cold, wet, grey, miserable and all we want to do is watch an almost nauseating amount of torrented TV series. This general feeling of apathy can only mean one thing – hangover city. Population? Two. Who? Us. Why? Melbourne musos abroad, that’s why.
































































