Adventure of the Weeks, Chayed Out, Flowebro, Mixed Bag, Stuff Besides Music

Lost in the Garden

Anton scrambled up the tree with ease. I followed, screeching like a monkey the whole way up.

You know the moments I’m talking about? Those moments when the only thought pulsing through your head is: it’s fucking awesome to be alive! Well I had one yesterday, perched on a tree branch, sixty feet up, lost in the Kirstenbosch Gardens, Goldfish playing below me, and an orange sky above me.

It felt great to be back in a tree. My brothers and I used to spend allot of time in trees.

As we climbed as high as the branches allowed us, Goldfish announced that they were playing their final piece of the night.

The live sax almost knocked me backwards off my branch.



A familiar place and sound for: D-ManWCT, and Jamboys.

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Bangers and Mash, Jamboys

Pushing Pencils, Blasting Bangers

This week, for the first time in a blissfully short professional career, I have been locked into the mind-numbing stockade that is an office workplace. It’s all coffee, elongated bathroom breaks, and bad office jokes. My existence feels about as valuable as one of those tiny numbers that I plug into an endless Excel sheet.

What’s the best way to pass the day? (besides daydreaming about that cute girl in marketing).. I plug in my headphones and drown out the buzz of the copy-machines and that chatty fellow from accounting with a cacophony of synthesized, thrusting, cracking, hyped-machined and re-worked pop jams.

My fingers type and groove to Thomas Jack:

I reminisce on better days spent prowling Cape Town with D-man, WalterCronkTight and Goldfish:

My feet tap the linoleum floor to the beat of MUTO‘s JT remix:

I lovestep with Just A Gent:

And finally my inner-high-school-girl breaks out and I flat out sing with Charli XCX in ODESZA‘s newest remix:

And look, Marketing Hottie is up to get a cup of coffee, and subsequently so am I. Things will get better.

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