Knowing who you are

It's been a while...

But it's alright. Not all of us are born knowing who we are. Sometimes, we get cheated by life. We think we're herdsmen, when we're really carpenters, or that we're paper pushers when we're really paper makers. That's why it's a sweet deal when, after a long blindness, you're suddenly awake and you know, you just know who you are. 

Suddenly, everything in your midst confirms what you've just discovered. 

This feeling... NO! This awareness is what I'm basing my album on. 

It's about peace with myself and with others. A complete turn-around from everything I though I was, to exactly who I am, have always been and was meant to be. I suppose The Hate Song was a representation of this turn-around I speak of. 

It's about waking up and realising 'hey, who is this person? I'm not this person that I've been led to believe. I am who I am and not what everyone has said or says I am'.

Catch my drift?

It must be the same, or similar with you and every single being in this world. Everyone is in a constant search for themselves. When they do find themselves, it's like a complete re-birth.

You might lose yourself a few times, and find yourself a few more. The important thing is to anchor yourself to something greater than you, than your mom or dad, than your expensive car, than your high-paying job, than that boss who keeps promising 'tomorrows that never come', than the whole world, than the whole universe.

Who? How about the one that created everything? Is that clear enough for you?

LIFE AFTER DUSK #LAD AT SKYLUXX LOUNGE

This Friday, let's celebrate anyone and everyone who loves fashion all the way From Fashion Bloggers; Fashion Websites; Fashion Critics; Fashion Lovers; Designer Houses; Models; Stylists; Make Up Artists ....their work will be showcased digitally on the screens and some physically on stands at the Skyluxx Lounge, this Friday, February 28. 

Dove Slimme to perform at #Choices

Dove Slimme to perform at #Choices
On #March 3rd, Dove Slimme is doing at again - #Rock Night at #Choices Pub & Restaurant, Baricho Road. 

"Come enjoy the Rockin 'tudes and an awesome jam session by yours truly!! Us!! I say end your weekend with a BANG and rock your Monday into submission!! Hope to see you there :)" 

"PS: Bring aaaaall your friends!!"

That's what she said...Haha

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Trust me it's worth it. If what we hear on radio is anything to go by, these guys deserve sold out stadiums... 

BLACKWELLS POETRY CONTEST

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So this is what it feels like to be homicidal...and broke.

What a life I lead!


If all I did was music, I’d probably have starved to death already because guess what? My show got cancelled!


Yup! After weeks of rehearsal, nerves, finger and nail damage, some event manager decided my band wasn’t well known enough to cut it. Hell! If all event managers thought like this, Hendrix, Kansas and every other great musician who started just like me would never have made it. Not to say that I’m as good as any of them but when starting out, it’s good to have yardsticks that are better than you might ever be.


So here I am pretending to the black version of Courtney Love playing for Kurt Cobaine during the dress rehearsal and before I know it, midnight comes a’ knocking. Everyone but the singer is present but we’ve been so engrossed in perfecting our parts that we didn’t notice she hadn’t arrived. Front-men and women are generally dramatic, moody and ‘fashionably’ late so we let it slide this time. It was now two days before Sunday’s scheduled show and we get the rude realization we’ve been snubbed.


True to character, our front person, Kelly, dramatically depressed, explains everything and the fact that the employer – those guys they like to call corporate – had decided to go with a better known artist. This had us all crying on account of the oestrogen saturation that characterizes an all female band.


Not to sound new-agey and stuff but hasn’t it ever occurred to lady I-don’t-know-who- Sandpaper-are, that maybe even they need a new sound injected into their monotonous track lists. You can’t possibly have the same listeners forever. There is such a thing as a new generation. But that show was not to be, for Sunday came and went and all I did was stage an imaginary kung-fu duel where I beat the crap out of the event manager with my guitar.


Boy, was I miffed! I’d spent nearly all my money knowing that Sunday would be payday, my outfit was all ready and sparkling, I had a manicure – Jeri the all round tom boy had a manicure and it cost me five hundred; five hundred that I would have spent on two copies of last year’s Q magazine.


Diary, it’s not so much that I spent a lot of dough preparing for this, it’s that people, supposedly of influence can write you off just because they’ve never heard of you. As if people start out by being as famous as say, B.B. King. He was a nobody at some point too. No one is paying attention to new comers; exactly the reason why the people dominating award shows now have been doing so for fifteen, twenty years.


No. The world, no matter how unreceptive, will not push us down for we are the sun. We’re never really gone; we’re just on the other side.


It’s just like Kansas said: Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you are done.