beatnik bazaar: 8/1/12

Monday, August 27, 2012

devils and dust

Got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust

We're a long, long way from home, Bobby
Homes a long long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love
Fears a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to cry
The smell began to rise

I got God on my side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love
Fears a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands

I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust

I got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love
Fears a dangerous thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

- Bruce Springsteen

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

mr. price saves us

mr. price has finally gone online, with a select few pieces for ladies, men and kids. from what i've heard, your goodies arrive within 3 or 4 days, which is nothing short of miraculous news for us country dwellers. i've saved a few of my favourite garments in my wishlist, and i'm just too excited that mr. p are here to help us weary village people steer clear of a fate so common amongst our kind - the donning of tracksuits, fleece and crocs. you don't know what it's like here! you city folk take your malls and boutiques for granted, while we wither away from lack of beauty and abundance. thank you for saving us!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

good clothing

local label, 'good' shows off some fine pics. photography by kent andreasen.

a year in the country

a year ago i found myself in a predicament and considered making the pilgrimage to the country, for various reasons, which included: excellent schools for my son, living close to family and affordability. i've written a few posts about the life change that is living in a small village (see here and here), and a year on, the quality of life continues to surprise and amaze me.

i was sick last week. like bubonic plague sick. within hours of passing out on my bed, my mother had already driven an hour's drive to a pharmacy and delivered me a package of delights through my window. my gran knocked a little later and delivered two bags full of groceries from woolworths for my son and i. the next day, after my son had been lifted to school by my family, my neighbour saw me hunched over in the local grocery shop and came round later to make me a hot toddy. he then proceeded to take my child over to his house and make him dinner and drive him to and from school the next day. my gran continued to deliver me hot meals every evening, even in the pouring rain. this story is indicative of country life.

if you don't want to engage with people and with life, if you don't want to be confronted by your own demons, if you don't want to have mirrors held up to you, if you don't like being tested or seeing inside people's hearts and souls, then small village life is probably not for you. if you have a love affair with possessions and use your car or your clothes to validate yourself as a human being, then village life is probably not going to do anything for you, because nobody cares about your handbag. many people are burnt by small town living for various reasons, and i hope i won't be one of them, because there's an honesty here that i've been searching for my whole life. to think that having the latest outfit or hairstyle was ever a priority to me makes me cringe. by the same token, there's just no way i could be prancing around cape town now, dressed the way i am today, and there's no reason why country dwellers need to wear fleece and crocs either :)

i know this life only suits a handful of us, and i miss many aspects of living in 'the big smoke', such as theatre, live music, dance, eating out and my friends - but it's all only two hours away. curiously, i've found myself performing for the first time in over a decade: i'm in a band and a musical. so where we lack, we make up for ourselves?

as you can see, i'm still in the honeymoon period.