Art of the Muses

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music” – Aldous Huxley

Halisi. Cerddoriaeth. Glazba. La musique. Musik. Musica. The word makes no difference as they all refer to the same language. Music. Derived from the Greek mousike meaning “the art of the Muses”. There are as many different forms of music as there are instruments it is played on. It defines nations, cultures and individuals alike. It can be organized, improvised or indeterminate; classical, popular, indigenous or folk. In whichever form, there is a beauty and a magic to it that, from it’s ability to stir emotions to a mathematical connection. Continue reading


“I am.” He said. We listened.

“I got a song been on my mind
And the tune can be sung and the words all rhyme
Deedle-ee deet deet deet deet deet deet deet dee dee

Growing up, my Mom had a tape of Neil Diamond’s Hot August Night – Live at The Greek Theater in her car. It played almost constantly, at least as far as I can remember. As a result, I was singing along to ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’, ‘Cherry Cherry’ and ‘I am, I said’ since pre-school. Obviously then, when news of his Cape Town show reached me, tickets were booked (for Mom’s birthday, no less). Continue reading

A Taste of History

To fill the the gap (both financially and timewise) between study and employment, I have recently started working in the Wine Tasting Centre at the magnificent Vergelegen Wine Estate. Now, while some may see this as shameless plugging of my new place of employment, I promise it isn’t (unfortunately I don’t get commission from the wine I sell…which is a great pity). Continue reading