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Month: August 2008 (Page 1 of 4)

Extraordinary Pictures of You

 goodpic I braved the outrageous storm to get to FTH:K’s Pictures of You that had two shows on this evening. The showings formed part of the Out the Box festival on this week at the Little Theatre Complex. There was a bit of irritating confusion with the tickets (I didn’t know that the Computicket Box Office was in the Little Theatre foyer and there was no signage about that) and then quite a few performers in other shows got free access to the small venue without waiting for paying patrons to be seated. I rejected an offer to sit on the floor (thank the gods! I would never have managed; the show was over an hour and it was freezing.) And then the lights went out and the show began.

Pictures of You is a wordless performance, detailing the troubled relationship between a strange married couple. Liesl de Kok and Dorian Burstein are directed by Rob Murray with puppets (and masks I imagine too) by Janni Younge and sound by James Webb.

I found the whole experience intense, riveting and totally disturbing. Liesl and Dorian were absolutely incredible, physically realising the characters with such precision and detail that, even with huge unmoving masks, they were incredibly moving. Rob has directed them with vision and the quirky and surreal set (that was slightly cumbersome at times) was beautiful and strange, as was James Webb’s soundscape.

I loved the relationship between the characters. I loved the tea ritual. I loved their bed. I loved his drunk vision, especially the moving water in the picture. I loved the creepy puppet. I loved the on again off again flickering lights. I loved the sentimental songs and the strange and eerie florescent light sounds. I loved the strange little door that the puppet bride came out of. I loved the masks which made me feel so sad. I felt like I was watching a different Triplets of Belleville (which I love).

So, for me, the biggest problem was that I tried my hardest but I didn’t understand what was going on. Was the puppet a dream, a fantasy, a ghost, a past memory, a vision of a different wife? Was he dreaming, trapped in memory, haunted? Did he kill somebody for real? What was the chest and the key? What was the story of the rope? Why did the ghost bride lose her head? I was desperate to know what was happening and my confusion pulled me out of the action a bit. And then I started becoming aware of who was doing what backstage and how it was all working. But that didn’t last. I was sucked in to this strange world of sadness and longing and the most fragile of moments. And it was extraordinary.

my five

Here are my five random blog links on blog day. Go wild.

1. Lithuania blog

2. Allergy blog

3. Rantings and ravings of a slightly middle aged lesbian

4. Antarctica blog

5. folk music blog

White Room Session

Although last night was our first, it was Sound and Motion Studios fifth White Room Session. And it did feel like a bit of a privilege being part of it.

The White Room Sessions are teeny live recordings in front of teeny live audiences performed in the White Room at Sound and Motion Studios. Last night there was an interesting line up of three separate acts to introduce Dame Agatha to the world. She is the studio’s new baby grand piano.

About twenty of us squeezed in to the White Room, which was prettily decorated with fairy lights and white candles and watched and listened to some of Slaap Stad’s finest.

GrahamWeir First up was friend and genius Graham Weir. Graham has fallen in love and has written a flurry of beautiful love songs. Yay. He sang and played piano and was accompanied by Becky on piano accordion, Gabriella on violin and Simon (Fuzzy) on double bass. it was an interesting shift to have Graham play piano. He made the transition from performer to musician. His songs were delightful.

ingebeckmann Next up was Inge Beckmann (ex Lark) and two of her friends on piano accordion and trumpet, and double bass. She played piano and keyboard and sang. I couldn’t decide if I thought she was amazing or irritating. Big Friendly loved her version of Danny Boy.

8 Finally it was the turn of Amanda Tiffin who did five songs; two oldies and three brand new ones. I absolutely loved her new songs. The first one (written for her mom, who was there) was almost Country; simple and melodic. I loved it. She was joined by double bass player Sean Johannes.


The whole evening left me feeling like this weird town sometimes manages to pull off some strange and wonderful things. Simon (Fuzzy) Ratcliffe, the main man of Sound and Motion is fantastic, and the sexy studio (which we wondered around in in between acts) is an amazing place.

If you want to find out more about the sessions, all you have to do is join the studio’s face book group and stand a chance to win tickets for their next session.

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Blog Day 2008

Five star service at Reeds Delta

This is the opposite of a moan in, and it’s also a response to Chris Roper’s latest news24 column about the completely sucky service he has had from Jeep and his ongoing problems with his car.

I bought my Opel Corsa second hand last year, but it’s still the newest car I’ve owned. The 3 year warrantee expired in June (without me remembering) but two weeks ago there were two niggling things with the car that were playing on my mind, so I decided to take it to the authorised official guys to check out. My heart was in my mouth. I have only heard how expensive it is to take your car to the main guys.

The whole experience made me scared. You book your car to go in. When you arrive your car gets a special number on its roof before anything, and it is checked out. Then you check in; with the desk person assigned to your car. He tells you how it’s going to work and that he’ll phone you when they know what’s wrong and how much it will cost.

Late that afternoon (we were in Jozi actually) I got an sms saying I could pick the car up the following Monday. I had told Sean we were going to Jozi for the weekend, so he remembered that I would only be collecting the car on the Monday. I was a bit freaked out though and called Sean, full of attitude. “Why didn’t you call me to tell me how much it’s going to cost?”, I barked. “Megan, I thought it would be ok, since there was nothing wrong with your brakes, they were just dirty so we cleaned them, and the funny noise in front was your air conditioner pipe, which we tightened.” I thanked him and hung up.

The following Monday we went straight from the airport to collect the car. Big Friendly dropped me off and I went inside to settle up. Sean made me sign the paper. They had charged me absolutely zero, nix, nada. It’s the first time a garage has ever been honest with me. I can’t tell you how comfortable I feel, taking my car back to them. Bravo Reeds Delta.

Eina Poeps

Now that was hard-core. That was excruciating. The Poepteas got whipped, slaughtered and served up this afternoon, losing their second ODI to England by millions of everything. Eina. Ouch. Eek. Yowee. Jissuss. Nee man!

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