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Creative cop-out or truly South African?

Ayoba, Yebo, Hosh, Woza, Viva, Waka Waka etc. There are a couple of them. “Africanisms” I think they are called. Most notably used by our over-priced cellular providers We see these all around us. Billboards, TV, print, and dare we say, now even in everyday language use. These terms are made famous, and I’m not…

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The difficult second album

An expression we’ve all heard before, I would think. Justified, as well. With anything decent, there is expectancy for something more, something healthier, somewhat more intuitive and at the end of the day just a plain bigger kick in the balls. Learning from others in the industry, it has become clear that resting on your…

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Dropping zipper against the wind?

I’m sorry. This is not about the fractious Malema, Zuma’s ever-growing brood or Eugene Terre’Blanche’s horse. My bone picking is of a different nature, and not as busy as JZ’s. My face-off is at odds with issues of corruption, feminism and accounting. My general apathy towards things that don’t have a direct influence on my…

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‘Don’t worry, my friend owns a shop’

Generally, this would sound like a good thing if you’re a cheapskate or skint, but when an event organiser tells you this — after you’ve set up all your gear at a venue — it’s a bit disturbing. Now, we all like a bit of professionalism when we do our jobs. That’s why contracts and…

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That’s not a real job

A job is a job is a job is a job some might say — as long as you bring in the dollareuroyenpounds to pay the bills. Not quite. Try rent a house, open a new account or get a loan where you have to write down “musician” next to occupation. Although the look on…

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