TEAROOM BOOKS

Ana Drahotusky Bruketa: 0001

2012-02-01T01:28:00.000-08:00

Victoria Williams: 0136

2012-01-31T00:52:00.000-08:00

Following the coffin through thechurchyard was the woman’s granddaughter, 16 years old at thattime, and too long in the limbs. Head drooping from a curved back andlegs wheeling through the snow, hands holding a scarf to her mouth.Like a magician she starts to extract a wet ball of silk from hermouth, and it extends, a long tail, more and more of it. Finally sheburies her face in it, a peculiar grimace, shoulders shaking. Thisfigure, ungainly though it was, was still lost among the crowd ofmourners, except to one pair of eyes watching from the sidelines whocould see the strange light in her eyes. Yes she was laughing, notcrying.

Beards: 0022

2012-01-29T06:23:00.001-08:00

Welcome! by Gary Cummiskey

2012-01-27T00:24:00.000-08:00

Brief Notes On A Photograph Depicting Levitation

2012-01-26T02:32:00.000-08:00

I've been curious since my teens about the history and development of levitation and the techniques various magicians have used to achieve it. The picture above is one of my favourite levitation images. Although I've encountered it on different websites, I've never found, until recently, any relevant information about its origins.

I suppose the most immediate thing that grabs you about the photograph is that its staged on a beach. This, arguably, disproves the commonly held belief that the trick behind levitation is the use of wires attached to the roof of the stage. Apart from this, the picture is just generally visually pleasing. I like the way that the magician's arms - raised in the iconic sorcerer's pose - syncs with the breaking wave in the background.

Also, the entire photo consists of sets of horizontal parallel lines: the waves; the water's edge; the line of wet sand; the magicians arms; the woman's body; concluding with the neat pair of shadows that their bodies cast on the sand. The idea of parallel lines (one line 'floating' above another) ties up nicely with the subject of photograph.

The one disrupting element in the composition is the woman's legs. If you look carefully, you can see that one foot crosses over the other and 'hovers' over it, breaking the sequence of lines. The more you study it, the stranger the crossing seems, and one begins to suspect that it is part of the mechanics of the illusion. Another odd thing is that the wind seems to be blowing in two directions. Look at the woman's flapping dress and then at the magicians hair. It looks as if they're being blown in different directions.

The photo would have remained in my pictures folder had it not been for the fact that I recently accidentally discovered that the man pictured was an Indian magician called Yusultini and that the woman, named Faeeza, was his wife. It dates from 1962, and, incredibly, was taken on a beach near Durban, South Africa - which is where I now live.

~Leon Moodley

Chatsworth: 0003

2012-01-25T00:45:00.000-08:00

Victoria Williams: 0135

2012-01-24T00:32:00.001-08:00

What do you think makes you a goodwriter?

I have a lot of character flaws (thatmake it impossible to lead a normal life).

What job interview does this work in?

Beards: 0021

2012-01-22T04:05:00.000-08:00

Through The Naked Eye (Blind Bird) by Gary Cummiskey

2012-01-20T06:11:00.000-08:00

The Litchis

2012-01-20T06:08:00.000-08:00

Chatsworth: 0002

2012-01-18T05:08:00.001-08:00

Victoria Williams: 0134

2012-01-17T04:26:00.000-08:00

Unpacking poem
How sad it seems now
That I stacked the books so neatly
And left.

Beards: 0020

2012-01-15T07:34:00.001-08:00

Letter To A Dead Man by Gary Cummiskey

2012-01-13T00:07:00.001-08:00

Max Moodley: 0066

2012-01-11T23:04:00.001-08:00

Gary Cummiskey Interviews Mxolisi Nyezwa

2012-01-10T23:43:00.000-08:00

Mxolisi Nyezwa: a new dawn for poetry. Gary Cummiskey interviews Mxolisi Nyezwa over at The Dye Hard Interviews.

Victoria Williams: 0133

2012-01-10T04:40:00.001-08:00

I don’t want to look through the photo album. Your decrepitude is alarming me... He awoke to find the bouquet in the toilet bowl. She had left a note: the most alarming thing has been watching you decay.

If Shakespeare Was A Cow

2012-01-08T12:17:00.000-08:00

The Moochant of Venice
The Diary Wives of Windsor
A Midsummer Night's Cream
Much Udders About Nothing
The Comoody of Errors

Gepetta

2012-01-06T12:45:00.000-08:00

Chatsworth: 0001

2012-01-05T12:30:00.000-08:00

Shakespeare The Alcoholic

2012-01-04T12:24:00.000-08:00

King Beer
The Two Gentlemen of Corona
The Taming of the Brew
The Merry Wines of Windsor
The Winter's Ale

Quote and Analysis

2012-01-02T12:33:00.000-08:00

"Make it a way of life to expel
Envy from your heart." - Tiruvalluvar, Kural: 161

I wish I'd said that first.

Right Click, Open

2012-01-01T09:46:00.000-08:00

Back In 2012

2011-12-11T03:12:00.001-08:00

We'll be back in January 2012. Thank you to all of this year's guest contributors and, of course, to the regulars: Gary Cummiskey, Jenny Kellerman Pillay, Max Moodley, Michelle Nair and Victoria Williams.

The Spirit Goes To The Fire by Gary Cummiskey

2011-12-09T00:34:00.001-08:00

Wikipedia's Role In Euclid's Role by Pseudonymous

2011-12-08T00:18:00.001-08:00

Plato was a regular solid
Tesselating Euclid's space.

Bob Dylan, Stockholm, 4 November 2011

2011-12-07T00:23:00.001-08:00

Victoria Williams: 0132

2011-12-06T00:14:00.001-08:00

Sketchomatic portraits available at Cornerhouse.

No Milk

2011-12-05T02:09:00.001-08:00

Old joke: "Waiter, I'd like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream.

I'm sorry, sir, but we're out of cream. How about with no milk?"

Internet Sentences: 0001

2011-12-05T00:24:00.001-08:00

"Its amazing how interesting it is for me to visit you very often."

Source: Comment Spam

Sister At The End Of The Bar

2011-12-04T03:18:00.001-08:00

Like Wolraad Woltemade she could never stroll by drowning men.

Beards: 0019

2011-12-04T02:36:00.001-08:00

Fishy by Gary Cummiskey

2011-12-02T00:20:00.001-08:00

Euclid's Role In The Misuse Of The Solidifying Process by Pseudonymous

2011-12-01T00:45:00.001-08:00

Euclid thought being Platonic meant
finding the ratio of the diameter of the circumscribed sphere to the edge length.

Alcohol And The Literature of the American South

2011-11-30T00:46:00.001-08:00

The Adventures of Huckleberry Gin by Mark Twain

A Street Bar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams

The Kahlúa Purple by Alice Walker

Gone with the Wine by Margaret Mitchell

Port and South by John Jakes

The Wine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells

The Liver Rants by James Dickey

Beerfest at Tiffany's by Truman Capote

Victoria Williams: 0131

2011-11-29T00:23:00.001-08:00

Sometimes I think you don’t like being a man very much.

Beards: 0018

2011-11-27T09:13:00.001-08:00

Always Something Happening by Gary Cummiskey

2011-11-25T01:26:00.001-08:00

Certified Sif: New Video From Sif Ous

2011-11-24T00:42:00.001-08:00

If you're thinking of fucking with them, best not.

"There's low-budget, there's no-budget, and then there's my son and his friends." - Point Five's Mom

Animal Romantic Comedies

2011-11-23T00:35:00.001-08:00

The 40-Year-Old Sturgeon
Dove Actually
You've Got Tail
You've Got Quail
You've Got Whale
You've Got Snail
Boar Weddings and a Funeral
There's Something about Mare
Along Came Pony
My Big Fat Beak Wedding
My Big Fat Geese Wedding
50 First Drakes
Foals Rush In
While You Were Sheeping
Sheepless in Seattle
When Hare Met Sally
Sex and the Kitty
Sex and the Kitty 2
How to Lose a Fly in 10 Days
As Good As It Goats
Ass Good As It Gets
My Best Friend's Shedding
Notting Eel
10 Things I Hate About Ewe
Moose Congeniality
Pretty Wombat
Scent of the Wombat
My Bear Lady
Sweet Home Alligator
Mammal Mia!

Victoria Williams: 0130

2011-11-22T00:50:00.001-08:00

In the morning, either we are leaving, or I am leaving. It’s up to you.

Beards: 0017

2011-11-20T03:10:00.001-08:00

Deeper And Down by Gary Cummiskey

2011-11-17T23:53:00.001-08:00

Review of The Edge of Things, in Wordsetc

2011-11-17T00:20:00.001-08:00

An edge is the most exhilarating point for a story to place itself. Ask any reader. We don’t need cliff-scrabbling above a literal precipice; masters (and mistresses) of the form can hollow out spaces of mystery and risk beneath the most prosaic inner or outer landscape. But what we do ask, as readers, is that the threshold matter somehow and that we are surprised and, perhaps, even changed when the story crosses it.

The Edge of Things, then, is an enticing title and a flexible one too, stretching to cover all manner of brinks. Characters cross the endlessly fascinating boundary between innocence and experience, naivety and self-knowledge, one sharing his first kiss at the company picnic, another beheading her first chicken.

What would infidelity look like? one story wonders, while another shows us what looks like cheating but turns out, in the flick of a needle, to be bridal branding instead. Worlds collide: matter-of-fact house renovations clang against soul-exchanges in one story while in another an empty house invites a range of intruders, from teenage lovers to lowering-the-tone buyers to symbolic creatures, recalling District 9, that challenge notions of inside and out.

Liesl Jobson’s “tips for super pics” apply with wit and pain to parent-child relationships, tracing shifts that the photographer protagonist catches out of the corner of her eye while her lens is trained elsewhere. Beatrice Lamwaka writes about a schoolgirl who wants to win a race on sports day. She has, after all, trained hard, fleeing rebel soldiers who abducted her. “I outran them so that’s an A+ for me. If anyone needs more practice in athletics, I’m sure it’s not me.”

Sometimes, an edge is sharp enough to draw blood. Then there’s literary edginess, fun with texts, intertextuality. Iconoclasm (“I don’t like Coetzee”) meets homage, for example, in Jeanne Hromnik’s exploration of new-South-African father figures both lecherous and pathetic. Perd Booysen amuses himself, and us too, with the device of the discovered journal, inadmissible as historical evidence because of its fictional finesse.

In David wa Maahlamela’s playful bus ride across the fiction/non-fiction frontier, we meet both Wordsetc and its editor, Phakama Mbonambi. In the optimistic view of the narrator, also called David, writers who describe lived experience “know exactly the impression they are intending to give their readers”. But this is perilous terrain for less adept scribes.

An event that bit your heart for real needs just as much construction on the page as a situation you make up from scratch. You can’t refer to that day, you must weave it, as Bernard Levinson does in “Tokai”. We have no idea whether the story draws on his life or his imagination or some alchemical meld of the two. What matters is that he shapes place, time and action so fully, so deftly that, like the narrator, we are moved by the mysterious intensity of the last scene.

The Edge of Things is in every sense a mixed bag. Alongside Levinson’s story, gems include Salafranca’s unforgettable image of a mother in an iron lung and Pravasan Pillay’s characters, dialogue and spicy small-canvas family drama.

Silke Heiss’s “Don’t Take Me for Free”, arguably Best in Show, nimbly outstrips our expectations. Like its trucker-clown narrator, Vonny, the story “was built to change”.

In Vonny’s extended appeal to her lover, “All-I-Have, Azar”, the language is as elating as the ride across ostrich and canola country in a bright-eyed van “with its massive, roaring heart and load continuing to doer ’n gone”.

The collection’s subtitle – South African short fiction – proposes that we read the stories as a kind of national sampler. (In a one-off slip, the introduction makes an unwarranted claim to be presenting writing “on our continent”.) Clearly, South African fiction has moved beyond the imperative to be earnest, political or even particularly South African. Mischief is now acceptable story territory, while Fred de Vries’s chilling tale could take place in almost any big city and Aryan Kaganof’s junkies claim that Amsterdam may as well be Durban, “there’s no fucking difference. Bars are the same everywhere. Drugs are the same everywhere.” But it is also true that, as per Hromnik, “the past is hungry”.

Several stories tackle a mix of race and privilege, either head-on or obliquely. In “Telephoning the Enemy”, for instance, Hans Pienaar crosses the “what if ?” line for an intriguing revisit of apartheid-era violence.

Solitude, as Salafranca notes in the introduction, features in many of the stories. We glimpse various anxious, closed, self-referential worlds. A man sits at a café table in the last story, telling himself consoling untruths and inking “NARCISSIST” into his crossword puzzle as he fends off contact.

What feels like a limitation, though, looking back over the collection, is neither inner landscapes nor low spirits (excellent fiction fodder) but rather a sense of stasis in some of the stories, a single note struck and held, Act 1 from curtain up to curtain down.

For these writers and for all the rest of us, Jenna Mervis’s story offers advice. Her protagonist “mentions nothing of … the fingernails of trees that have begun to tear at her corrugated roof in the night”. She looks for “a sign that … that the dangers outside have become manifest”. But by the end (and this won’t spoil it for you), she steps off the edge of the deck and plunges into the veld. Why not, writers? Instead of tamping down tension, why not let it explode? Approach the edge. Plunge. Leap.

REVIEWER: A Zimbabwean filmmaker and writer, Annie Holmes has published short stories in the US and Zimbabwe and a short memoir, Good Red, in Canada. She co-edited, with Peter Orner, Hope Deferred: Narratives of Zimbabwean Lives.

(Published in Wordsetc, Third Quarter 2011)

He-Man

2011-11-16T00:19:00.001-08:00

He-Man's a dude right?

Victoria Williams: 0129

2011-11-15T00:31:00.001-08:00

He’s the second most important – wait, let me rephrase that – one of the most important...

Beards: 0016

2011-11-13T06:59:00.001-08:00

But The Snake Poised Like A Sword Watches Me by Gary Cummiskey

2011-11-11T00:20:00.001-08:00

Gary Cummiskey On The Writing Process

2011-11-10T00:26:00.000-08:00

Gary Cummiskey discusses ideas, inspiration and the writing process over at All About Writing.

Double Clicking

2011-11-09T00:11:00.000-08:00

I worry that double clicking on stuff makes it seem like I'm more enthusiastic than I am.

Victoria Williams: 0128

2011-11-08T01:47:00.000-08:00

Those who lead lives that aren’tabout hiding from things.

Beards: 0015

2011-11-06T05:24:00.000-08:00

Against The Tide by Gary Cummiskey

2011-11-04T01:24:00.000-07:00

Acerbic, merciless and funny

2011-11-03T01:47:00.000-07:00

Playwright, poet and dramaturge Dr Anton Krueger has been exceedingly prolific of late.

The Rhodes Drama lecturer has written three books recently: Experiments in Freedom- issues of identity in new South African Drama, for which he was awarded the Vice-Chancellor’s Book Award 2011; a poetry anthology called Everyday Anomalies; and Shaggy, a collection of ramblings/monologues he co-wrote with Pravasan Pillay.

The latter was launched at NELM’s Eastern Star Gallery recently, producing chuckles and a fair amount of squirming as Krueger’s deliberately banal brand of humour was shared with the gathering.

Prominent local poet, Harry Owen, who introduced the book, revealed how it was written in a remarkable way after Pillay and Krueger struck up an online friendship a few years ago. Finding that their shared a subversive brand of black humour, they decided to co-write what they call “fourteen stories written by creeps, losers and an idiot”.

The two have only met face to face on a few occasions yet their writing seamlessly melds into a distinctive and indistinguishable style. As Owen noted, one doesn’t know who wrote what. One of these ramblings, 'The Actress', came about when Krueger sent Pillay an article about a vacuous actress expressing her regret that her twin babies couldn’t share in her elation for an award she has yet to receive. Pillay is currently based in Sweden.

Shaggy was launched in Pretoria and Cape Town earlier this year, where some of the pieces were performed by professional actors. Owen describes the effect of reading it as “hilarious but uncomfortable; you squirm in your seat, asking yourself, could I be that one?”

Deliciously subversive and filled with bathos, almost everyone and everything is raked over the coals; from self-important academics to delusional community leaders; parodying the many idiocies of South African life. “He puts a pin into pomposity, ego and ignorance... deflates self-delusions, but does it lightly, with a smile” says Owen. He likened the seemingly pointless humour to Monty Python, Alan Bennet (Adding: “now that’s a compliment!”) and Ken Kesey’s One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest .“Biting, cutting commentary, acerbic, merciless but above all, funny,” he concluded.

Krueger then read 'The Activist'. It is told from the rather warped perspective of the ‘leader’ of the Margate University Communist Society, who chastises fellow members for not forgoing their cell phones and continually updating their Facebook statuses.

It soon becomes a jumbled ride into the mind of a down-and-out, power hungry, washed-out student, who puts his foot into it by inadvertently revealing his own admiration for high status jobs and fat salaries, coupled with an (un)healthy penchant for Grand Theft Auto. Packed with gems such as: “Suggestions for lectures entitled ‘Revolutionising 24-hour clock time’ and ‘Why poor people have less money,’” Krueger had the audience guffawing with laughter, concluding the banal and absurd diatribe with the immensely ironic “...now that’s enough laissez-faire discussion for one meeting!”

by Anna-Karien Otto
20 September 2011
First published on the Rhodes University website.

Casual Friday

2011-11-02T01:27:00.000-07:00

I'm guessing Casual Friday isn't big in Thailand.

Victoria Williams: 0127

2011-11-01T01:23:00.000-07:00

Everyone could guess what washappening. When they met at parties, he would first slap her facethen kiss her cheek.

Beards: 0014

2011-10-30T08:06:00.000-07:00

Gary Cummiskey Reading At The 2011 Melville Poetry Festival

2011-10-28T00:26:00.000-07:00

Gingerbread

2011-10-27T01:23:00.000-07:00

Whoever built the gingerbread mansion on my street sure has a lot of dough.

Happy Diwali!

2011-10-26T05:48:00.000-07:00

Linda Stenman on Shaggy

2011-10-26T00:27:00.000-07:00

Shaggy (BK Publishing, 2011) is a collection of amusing monologues from South African writers Anton Krueger and Pravasan Pillay. In each text, a - how shall I say this - not so successful individual speaks to co-workers, audiences and comrades.

After reading a couple of texts, you notice that you begin every new chapter with thinking, "no, not another one!". Loser, that is. Let's face it - the characters in this book impress no one but themselves. But it makes a funny book. My favourites are "The Actress" and "The Foreword" (I'm a huge fan of footnotes). My rating is four stars for some of the stories, and three for others.

I say: ***(**)

First published on Linda Loves Books

Victoria Williams: 0126

2011-10-25T00:27:00.000-07:00

You tried to sober me up by taking me to funerals. But then I started lighting cigarettes for the choir boys, from the altar candles.

Beards: 0013

2011-10-23T00:51:00.001-07:00

Which Way Is The Summer? by Gary Cummiskey

2011-10-21T00:20:00.000-07:00

Eclectic mix of local short stories, by Janet van Eeden

2011-10-20T00:13:00.000-07:00

Book of the Week: The Cream of South African Writers

The editor of this eclectic collection of short stories, Arja Salafranca, sifted through over 100 submissions before she chose stories from the cream of South African writers. There was no theme as such, but it seems as if the stories chosen examine people who are in extreme situations,emotionally or physically.

For example, Arja Salafranca’s moving story about a woman forced to live in a restrictive apparatus in “Iron Lung” is a million miles away stylistically from Aryan Kaganof’s tale of decadence and debauchery on a night out in Durban in “Same Difference.” What is similar, though, is both stories deal with someone in extremis. The narrator of Kaganof's story is the edge of the emotional abyss. The young woman watching her mother in "Iron Lung" is too. There is no easy way to contemplate a happy future when someone you love is crippled in this way.

There are many gems in this sparkling collection. The enjoyment comes not only from the juxtaposition of many different writers, but also from reading stories with such a variety of subjects.

For example, Liesl Jobson’s “You Pay for The View: Twenty Tips for Super Pics” is a series of verbal snapshots of pivotal moments of a mother trying to find a connection with her children. It is written with poignancy and deep longing. “Doubt” by Gillian Schutte is a study of how passion can seep out of a marriage once the chase is over and when feelings of irrelevance grow due to being part of a couple.

Jenna Mervis’s “The Edge of Things” explores paranormal paranoia in a tangible way and examines the valid fear women feel on a daily basis.

The eternal clash with “the other” is explored in Gail Dendy’s “The Intruders”. Perd Booysen’s “Sinners and Sinkholes” is a delightful modern-day Hermann Charles Bosmanesque tale of ghost towns and gullibility in the arid wasteland of the Karoo.

There are too many stories to mention individually, and some lend themselves to rereading many times. This is the beauty of the colection: there is something to appeal to all astes. And, fortunately, the real star of The Edge of Things is the genre of the short story itself.

(Published in The Witness, October 12, 2011)

Woolly

2011-10-19T00:17:00.000-07:00

Wanna make a woolly mammoth?

Victoria Williams: 0125

2011-10-18T00:13:00.001-07:00

He took the cigarette from her lips and said, “I don’t want you to smoke anymore, until I’ve decided what I’m going to do.”

Beards: 0012

2011-10-16T06:40:00.001-07:00

Run Through The Sun by Gary Cummiskey

2011-10-14T00:23:00.001-07:00

Folders

2011-10-13T07:56:00.001-07:00

Porn Folder - OK

Porn Sub-Folders - Not OK

Lap

2011-10-12T00:10:00.000-07:00

My buddy has just won a round the world yacht race. Victory lap's gonna be a bitch.

Victoria Williams: 0124

2011-10-11T00:34:00.000-07:00

Love Letters, written aged 17

Those dark furry lines,

As on pages,

As between legs,

Such lines as these loves are wovenfrom.

Beards: 0011

2011-10-09T12:41:00.001-07:00

In The Mythology Of Blue by Gary Cummiskey

2011-10-07T00:48:00.000-07:00

On My Poems II - Something For The Ladies by Trevor Munster

2011-10-06T00:34:00.000-07:00

Imagine, if you will
A will
If you can
A can
If you have
A have and a have-not and a
What have you?
Nothing.

Insecure

2011-10-05T00:47:00.000-07:00

Just been told that I have an insecure email password. Thinking about giving it a pep talk.

Victoria Williams: 0123

2011-10-04T00:22:00.001-07:00

Shut that huge, gaping hole you call a … mouth.

Beards: 0010

2011-10-03T00:17:00.001-07:00

Pick Up All The Flowers (Demolish The Forest) by Gary Cummiskey

2011-09-30T00:58:00.000-07:00

On My Poems I by Trevor Munster

2011-09-29T00:29:00.000-07:00

The metaphors are random
The blade is muddy
The form instinctual
like a baby fighting a lion it
don't need to beat
The starker the article
the bigger the capital
You've made a keen enemy, and can never be king

Pun Indented

2011-09-28T00:34:00.001-07:00

Victoria Williams: 0122

2011-09-27T00:44:00.000-07:00

You are a cut above nothing. Or something.

Beards: 0009

2011-09-26T02:13:00.000-07:00

Still On The Road by Gary Cummiskey

2011-09-23T01:23:00.001-07:00

Shaggy Launch In Grahamstown

2011-09-22T00:46:00.001-07:00

Internet Prick

2011-09-21T00:39:00.001-07:00

Victoria Williams: 0121

2011-09-20T01:26:00.001-07:00

How could that have woken you? It always sends me to sleep.

Beards: 0008

2011-09-18T00:47:00.001-07:00

They Fish by Gary Cummiskey

2011-09-16T00:30:00.000-07:00

Gary Cummiskey Interviews Gail Dendy

2011-09-15T00:38:00.000-07:00

Gail Dendy: dancing in verse. Gary Cummiskey interviews Gail Dendy, the author of seven poetry collections, the latest being Closer Than That, published by Dye Hard Press.

Posters: 0002

2011-09-14T01:40:00.001-07:00

Janis Joplin (1943 – 1970)

Victoria Williams: 0120

2011-09-13T01:13:00.001-07:00

A: You selfish, stupid whore!
B: Don’t quote me back to myself!

Beards: 0007

2011-09-11T02:51:00.001-07:00

CBLQ (R80) by Gary Cummiskey

2011-09-09T00:50:00.000-07:00

Sif Ous

2011-09-08T01:01:00.000-07:00

The Durban rap group Sif Ous are smart, playful and funny. The immediate impulse is to file them under "joke rap" but this would be both inaccurate and unfair. Behind the bawdy lyrics and the scatological humour is a remarkable intelligence. It's clear that the trio have an excellent understanding of hip-hop tropes and while they subvert them, they do so in an affectionate way. Much like Das Racist one gets the impression that Sif Ous are, first and foremost, fans of rap music. Hopefully there are more music videos on the way. ~ Pravasan Pillay

More tracks on their MySpace page.

Interview at Mahala.

If Web Then Porn

2011-09-07T02:12:00.000-07:00

Victoria Williams: 0119

2011-09-06T01:17:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel sorry for people who aren’t your friend.

Beards: 0006

2011-09-04T11:31:00.001-07:00

In Flight by Gary Cummiskey

2011-09-02T01:08:00.001-07:00

Shaggy Review by Ben Greaves

2011-09-01T01:03:00.000-07:00