tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42891502039207735082011-09-15T14:19:29.873+02:00Why is it so hard for South Africans to imagine a South African artist on the same level as an international artist? And why are they only credible in their own country once they've made it internationally? This seems to be the attitude of a lot of South Africans and, while it is slowly changing, there is a long way to go and a lot of frustrated artists are having to give up on their dream while people slowly make up their minds.Melanie Lowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05011142505743296236noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4289150203920773508.post-49820112100182242002010-06-22T17:00:00.000+02:002010-06-22T17:00:58.148+02:00

In 2006 my, then, manager told me I'd been asked to do a rally in Cape Town to help raise funds for a school for the blind in Worcester. Clueless as to the ins and outs of the exercise, I said, "No problem!" A short while later I discovered that I would be driving the car and my navigator would be blind and all the navigation would be in Braille! I nearly had a heart attack. How on God's green

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I stumbled upon a link to a news article talking about Ellen de Generes new record label and the first artist she has signed up. His name is Greyston Chance. The article raved about him so, naturally, I HAD to go and check him out! All I can say is WOW... He's an eleven year old boy who plays piano with the grace and style of Tori Amos and sings like an angel. As if that's not enough, Greyston

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I am Poison Poisoned The bitter taste of defeat Weaves and winds its wicked way through my unforgiving veins I am Shaken Disturbed The mad disease of malevolence Casts a black pall over a feeble patch of grey light I am Only Alone The knowledge of duplicity A constant thief of my comfort I am Broke Broken Unhinged by a demon In denim and shrouded head I am Empty Hollow Silent screams echo

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I found the note that you left me Words that scraped their way through my heart with the sharpness of a knife Did you mean to cut my sanity in two? I wonder how it feels for you Safe in your security Safe in my lack of it The knowledge that you can And I won't. You smile through lies With the ease of a wolf dressed as a lamb Knowing your identity is safe Knowing your prey is unsuspecting Naive

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You left this world on 5 December 2008. In the wake of your sudden departure, lies a pathway scattered with broken hearts and puddles of water formed by the tears of those who have survived you. How, though, does one survive the aftermath of a sudden loss? The reality is too unreal for a mind to comprehend. You were too young, too vibrant, too full of life, too PRESENT to suddenly no longer be.

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It's the 27th December 2009 and that means it's 25 days since my life took a dramatic, not so pleasant turn. I was thinking about it earlier as I prepared for bed and it occurred to me that December has actually ALWAYS been a month of change for me. It's not like I go out and make a conscious decision to change my life each December! Oh no! Quite the contrary in fact... At the time that these

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I should warn you right from the start that this is probably not going to have much to do what with music... or maybe it will... I never know where my mind is going to wander when I sit down to type. But, either way, it's typed by a musician and, as far as I'm concerned, that's what this blog is for: A Musician's Musings. So here I sit and muse away... I've circled my blog like a wary fighter

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Approximately 21 years ago (ooer, giving my age away!), I was given the most incredible gift. It was so incredible that it changed the course of my life. The gift was a guitar. My father paid R5 for it. That translates to far less than a dollar! I wish I had taken a photo of this guitar because I'm not sure that people believe me when I describe it to them. The body of the guitar was entirely

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*Names and places have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved. I received an email on the 23rd of October from a booking agency looking to book me and a musician for a function at a restaurant we'll call *Yomos. I sent through the quote and, much to my surprise, they mailed back confirming the booking. The reason I was surprised is because the venue is known for a specific

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It never fails to amaze (and, at times, amuse) me when I find out the impression that people have of the life I lead. I guess it's easy to build up a false impression with everything we're confronted with on TV and in magazines. Looking at the life someone like Madonna for example, leads, I find myself feeling sorry for her a lot of the time because she has it so much worse than I ever will. On a

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Every day, I wake up full of good intentions. My mind is busy before my body has had a chance to catch up. I've already planned exactly how it will happen and when and what I'll do and then my body catches up and somehow, between the bedroom and the kitchen, it's convinced my mind that it simply CAN'T. Before I know it another whole day has passed with me looking through her trying very hard to

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It had been a month since I had had a singing gig. This was due mostly to the fact that, while on my holiday to relax and regroup and get healthy in Cape Town, I fell ill with bronchitis!!! It was the first time I had been sick in about 2 years and it knocked me for a six! I was NOT happy about the situation at all AND, just to add insult to injury, I also got laryngitis which is every singer's

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I am just one person... One person with a million thoughts...But I have only one dream. At least it started as a dream, briefly became a reality, as if to tease me, and then once again became a dream. It will probably always be this way. Most times I'm sure it's still what I want to do with my life. When I was younger I was never more sure about anything than the fact that I wanted to sing my

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Why is it so hard for South Africans to imagine a South African artist on the same level as an international artist? And why are they only credible in their own country once they've made it internationally? This seems to be the attitude of a lot of South Africans and, while it is slowly changing, there is a long way to go and a lot of frustrated artists are having to give up on their dream while

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