Miike Snow - Song For No One

TheScamBaiter

My dearest Grandfather is jolly chap. He is always keen for a beer and a chat. He is always willing to help people out in their time of need. He takes pride in success, especially when he is hailed as the winner, ahead of the rest. He was particularly excited when a nice Nigerian fellow informed him that he was the winner of One Million Pounds. The nice Nigerian fellow informed him that to claim his prize he needed to deposit a mere R1000 into a bank account to take care of transfer costs. I mean who wouldn't pay R1000 to receive One Million Pounds. My dearest Grandfather deposited the fee of R1000 and waited anxiously for the Million Pounds coming his way. He planned holidays and thought of gifts that he could buy his loved ones

Unfortunately to the ignorant dismay of my Grandfather, he never received his One Million Pounds. Most of us would shrug the email off as a scam and never think about it again. However my Granddaddy did not, he was enthralled by his new wealth, he phoned his children and told them how they would all see a share of the spoils.Unfortunately for him, the money my Grandfather deposited into this Nigerian fellow's bank account was most likely used to fund a party of monumental proportions. 

Many unsuspecting individuals around the globe fall victim to these online scams. They forget the fact that they did not actually enter the competition that they have been told to have won. They ignore the basic common sense that tells you to think twice about the situation. However, a small group of people are now taking it to the scamming bastards in an attempt to scam the "scammers". Thescambaiter.com is an online website that provides people with the correct information and tools to get back at these bastards who play on the weak and stupid. From advice on how to make the day of the scammer living hell, photo copied checks that display outrageous amounts and other "legal" documents that will make the average scammer jizz in his pants. The goal of thescambaiter.com is to waste the time of the scammers, to get them to perform outrageous tasks and in some cases rip them off. 

 

Yes. Some of you might feel bad for these scammers, who are just trying to make a dishonest living . I don't. I think thescambaiter.com is one of the best things I have heard of this entire year. Go thescambaiter.com. Scam the scamming bastards. Go have a look-see and maybe even join in the fun. www.thescambaiter.com. Do it for my Granddaddy    

Tumblr

So, after being told by my good friend Justin "Cassius" Jacobie about this thing called Tumblr, I have decided to give it a bash. Its kinda like a blog, but different (sort of). I like to think of it as the love child of Blogspot and Twitter. I will try keep updating my Blog as we have a deep and meaningful relationship, but I wanna see if this Tumblr thing is as cool as it has been made out to be. My Tumblr URL is markwrightness.tumblr.com. Check it out

I wish I was as talented as this Lady

Queens of the Stone Age - Make It Wit Chu

What I wanna Do

In the Pursuit of Happiness

In the minds of every single human being there is a battle between two forces, a good and evil, a right and wrong, a battle between the spontaneous and the calculated. We fight every day to find the perfect balance between these two forces to find happiness. We are constantly, consciously and subconsciously weighing up our options so that we can bring a smile on our faces. Many are unable to find this balance and spend their lives under a dark cloud of unachieved harmony. Some are unable to find this state of nirvana due to circumstances in their lives, some are born with a chemical imbalances that forces them to be constantly medicated in an attempt to feel happy.

Like everyone, I have experienced depression. A deep sinking feeling of unease, a lurking feeling of displacement and an inability to feel good. I have been down the psychological street, where your negative views and attitudes only bring more misfortune and emotional torment. I have forbidden myself from looking into mirrors in an attempt to prevent myself from ridiculing and insulting the person that is staring back. I know what it feels like to unhappy with my circumstances, with the way my life has panned out and with my physical appearance. I have found myself constantly dwelling in the sadness that consumes my being.

Before you label me and place judgement upon me, think about the darkest period of your life. How your thoughts circled in a negative cycle that only pulled you closer and closer towards the darkness that you feared. For some it is easier to relate to this, for others it it might not hit home.

I have watched many people attempt to combat the sinking feeling in their chests with medication or recreational social lubricants. They look for a quick fix for a problem that has deep roots in the lives of these individuals. Often ignoring the source of this emotional pain. You can ask them why they are sad or what is making their lives a misery. Often they can tell you, a physical insecurity, a dissatisfaction with the lives they have chosen or a regret about past decisions. Even when the cause of their depression is clear they choose to rather treat the problem medically instead of facing the problem head on. Having said this, there are cases where individuals have no real cause that can be hailed as the root of the problem. I do believe that this is where modern medicine can play an important role.

If you are unhappy with way you look, attempt to combat it. If you are unhappy with your life and the choices you have made, change the course of your existence. Being proactive about the problem will almost always start to make you feel better, if you begin to see results watch as your life starts to lighten up and how you will begin to attract positivity. Negativity attracts negativity, positivity attracts positivity, its as simple as that. Sometimes, regardless of how hard you try you cannot change what is making you unhappy. This is often where people fall off the boat and submerge themselves in the unhappiness, making these feelings of dissatisfaction the center of their beings. A person that focuses on the negative sides of their existence becomes negative and often unpleasant person to be around. When faced with something we cannot repair or change, we have to accept it for what it is and eventually move on. People talk about the stages of loss and how we move through them. This is often true, but every individual spends different amounts of time at each stage. We are all different and we all cope with different situations differently.

I have found that when I am feeling low about myself and my situations it helps to focus on helping someone els, rather then focusing on myself and what I am unhappy about. Seeing someone els smile because of your actions towards them makes your problems seem a little less important. Making someone laugh is even better. Laughter helps yourself see the true nature of your problems, loving someone can eliminate them. Exercise when ever you can. If you can't tame your problems rather focus that energy on making other people happy. You might just find that it will bring you happiness.

More Music, More Music, More Music

So. As you might have noticed I tend to randomly post videos on this blog, I do it partially because I want to indoctrinate you into liking the music I like and also because it increases my post count. My plan is that if all the people who visit my blog listen/watch the music videos I post, they will obviously realize that my music choices and taste are superior to theirs and they will thus hail me a music culture demi-god. What this entails for me if my plan is successful is that I will be able to control musical trends, I will be able to eliminate pathetic music icons like Justin Bieber and I will never have to be subjected to shitty ass club music again. So watch closely as you might just be witnessing the beginning of my rise to fame, or at least in my own little world of marshmallow cars and flying Scottish terriers I will be making a difference

My first choice for this post is a band called The XX. If you keep your musical ears close to the ground and you don't spend all your time listening to Michael Bolton, it is likely that you have already heard of this band. I like them, their CD has a great flow. I suggest you either pirate their music, or if you are controlled by your conscious then perhaps buy it. Either way, listen to their shit. Its good



Ok. So already you might be realizing that Keisha isn't that cool anymore and brushing your teeth with a bottle of Jack Daniels doesn't mean you will make good music. The next band is called Bombay Bicycle Club, and yes they are good.



My last selection for the day is a band that you should already know. These Canadian individuals have a band that consists of about 50 thousand members (more like 8). They also make very good music, so good that Kings of Leon have become jealous of their success and decided to make childish allegations towards them. Arcade Fire is cool. Listen and be amazed. Yes. Dressed for success.



Until next time kids. Remember not to use energy saving light bulbs when you smoke TiK. Its make the whole process a hassle.

Fokken Prawns

The streets of Johannesburg have become a bore! Between the thousands of pumped police officers with their inflated World Cup egos and the even larger number of criminals who feel they have to catch up on committing crimes and general ruckus causing activities, has resulted in the police force flexing their steroid inflated biceps. Spending quality time with friends, drinking a brew or a small act of vandalism are a thing of the past, as you will either be beaten on the head with a bottle and then raped or beaten on the head with a baton and then put in a cell where you will be repeatedly violently raped. Time outside your dwelling seems to be a thing of old.

Even on a Monday night, a trip to the shops for bread and milk can result in a mass roadblock encounter, a cavity search and parting with a couple of "Ronts" due to outstanding fines. Poor Johannes who doesn't care about anything thing as long as he gets a "klap" of his bong, now has attend those rehab meetings as his drug dealers are all in the cop shop, awaiting the signs of the police brutality to heal before they can be released. Silvia has to continuously sleep with random men as she cannot drive home after her nights out at Frosties, as she will surely be arrested by the mob of police waiting around every street corner.

The fearful South African white population is in the worst position of all. For years they have been able to target their secret feelings of insecurity on Black leaders and freedom fighters. First it was Mandela and his "Fokken ANC", then it was the PAC and their views of a United Africa. Recently the white populous have been uniting against the most evil man to come out of South Africa yet. Julius "Fokken Bliksem" Malema and his band of hooligans have been the brunt of every conversation taking place in the Free State for the past year or two. However old Julius "Fokken Bliksem" Malema has been some what down graded by the Chief himself, "Jakes My Boy" Zuma(Who has a special place in every Afrikaners heart as he did not encourage the recreational activity of "The Boere Panga Chop").

Who will the white population target their frustration upon now that our short and shunned Julius has no body guards and cannot deport Bloody British Agents anymore. Perhaps they will turn to slandering that "Bloody Moffie" Pieter Dirk Uys, or the next ANC Youth League President who is just fighting for his people, who knows. Better invest in some New Zealand Rugby shirts oaks.

The Worst thing of all is that not only will Daughtry be coming to SA, but those Irish bastards U2 will be gracing our shores. Their gob smacking, ground breaking 360 degree stage will be polluting our airwaves and breaking crowd attendance records in Africa next year. Bono can now fulfill his life long dream of adopting a Khoi San baby boy.Perhaps we are all shallow and ungrateful people. I dunno, but at least we have AB De Villiers. As long as he doesn't sing

The Shadowclub - Do it for the baby Seals and Kittens

In a mainstream musical world that is obsessed with candy coated pop stars who either bend the line between genders or who sell their music with the assistance of their genitalia, it seems that anyone who wants to drink a bottle of Jack Daniels and rock the fuck out is tough out of luck. Waddy Jones of the Die Antwoord has recreated himself over and over again until he hit the big time, pushing the yard stick so far that even YouTube has removed the controversial bands even more controversial music video. Two "apparent" descendants of Charlie Chapman are quickly becoming one of the biggest acts of  in South African history, even though it seems they are more familiar with beef jerky and baseball then with Biltong and Cricket. The average person in the street seems more concerned with who can say "Fok" the most in one sentence then those blessed with actual musical ability.

In the midsts of the South African Scene one of our best talents is going somewhat unnoticed. Jacques Moolman has been tearing up the stages of South Africa for years with his Blues Rock Band The Shadowclub and formerly with his jazz influenced group Airship Orange, his silky vocals are almost completely unmatched by anyone this side of the equator. The front man doesn't come with a clean sheet, but who wants a squeaky clean front man anyway.

The band is not that stereotypical one man act held back by other incompetent individuals, as one of the busiest and arguably best stick wielding individuals in the country Isaac Klawansky drives the 3 three piece with the same finesse as a battleship captain. Latest member Louis Roux has filled the empty void that ex-bassist Liale Francis left when he handed in his gloves not that long ago. Louis seems far better suited for the explosive and some what volatile 3 three piece bringing a gunshot groove tighter then Megan Fox's ass.

The Band is another sad case of "If only they didn't live in South Africa". Lack of management, lack of venues and far too many tone deaf individuals are letting this world class act slip by under the radar. The band was due to release an album recently but so far nothing has been put forward. If The Shadowclub goes unnoticed and ends up just another failed South African band, many baby Seals will be clubbed and many Kittens will drown. Support the The Shadowclub, do it for the Seals and Kittens