Mishkah’s Monday Musical Memories: Terence Trent D’Arby – “Wishing Well”

28 07 2014


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I’m not sure what made me download the best of Terence Trent D’Arby recently, perhaps it was his song “Wishing Well” that was on 702 Classics. Either way, it brought back memories of 1987, when this song was big on the radio. Even today, it oozes coolness, and the stylish music video, filmed partly in black and white, with Terence singing into an old school microphone, is apt for this song.

D’Arby’s debut solo album, Introducing the Hardline According to Terence Trent D’Arby, released in July 1987, is his best-known commercial work. The album produced the hits “If you let me stay”, Wishing Well”, “Dance little sister” and “Sign your name.”

If you want to know what he has done since then, read this interesting article.

Have a look and listen as to what made Terence Trent D’Arby so popular.



Mishkah’s Monday Musical Memories: “All Around the World” by Lisa Stansfield

21 07 2014


I am a lover of Karaoke, and I’m not ashamed to admit it, despite the fact that I am apparently tone deaf according to Sing Star. Last night, we had an impromptu karaoke session with a friend, who has extensive musical knowledge. He chose Lisa Stansfield’s “All around the world” – a classic hit, circa 1989. This got me thinking that my next musical memories blog post will be dedicated to this immensely talented lady. In 1989, I was in Standard 8 (that’s Grade 10 to the younger folks) and this song could be heard pumping from the speakers of our school bus almost every day. I was forbidden from going to clubs as a teenager, so the school bus was one way of hearing what the latest club tracks were.

So dial your time machine back to the late eighties (when music was really music) and enjoy!



A Good Year

3 01 2013

A Good Year is one of my favourite films of all time. It is set in Provence in the South of France as well as London, and involves the relationship between Max (Russell Crowe) and his Uncle Henry (Albert Finney). The story flashes back and forth, from past to present, and we see a young Max being taught to appreciate the finer things in life (like a good wine) by his Uncle Henry. Of course, there is a love interest in the form of the lovely Fanny Chenal played with delightful French aplomb by Marion Cotillard.

(But really, if you haven’t yet seen this film, have you been living under a rock since 2006?)

The best parts of the film are the pool scene when Max and Fanny are swimming as kids, and then the reveal at the end, as seen in this clip below – “FORGIVE MY LIPS, THEY FIND JOY IN THE MOST UNUSUAL PLACES.” – Max Skinner.

The film is based on the 1989 book called “A Year in Provence” by former advertising man Peter Mayle. I actually have a copy of this book, it was a freebie with a magazine that I bought many moons ago. When I was studying Copywriting, I also found a book he wrote (in a second hand book store in Cape Town) in 1990 called “UP THE AGENCY – The Snakes and Ladders of the Advertising Business.” It was hilarious and hit the nail right on the head, and it was a book that drove me to pursue a career in media. But that’s a blog for another day.

In the meantime, here are some pics of the books mentioned above, which I am sure must be available on Amazon these days.



Just to end off on a particularly French note, I found this beautiful original version of Edith Piaf’s “La Vie en Rose” with a succinct edit of the best romantic clips of the movie A GOOD YEAR, so do enjoy.

Christmas – circa 1979 vs. 2012 (Young Me, Now Me)

24 12 2012

Today is Christmas Eve and the yuletide spirit is in full effect. I came across this photograph of myself, aged about 4 or 5, taken with Father Christmas (as we call him in South Africa) in a mall, circa 1979.



Then I remembered watching an episode of the Graham Norton show a while back and seeing an interesting segment about imitating images from yesteryear, called Young Me, Now Me. Although the malls are crawling with Santa Claus impersonators (a very impressive one at Clearwater Mall I must say) I could not work up the courage to go and take a photograph with a mall Santa just for this post. Instead, the Spirit Sundae team done an impressive job recently at the Thuthuzela Community Aid Centre in the township of Alexandra in Johannesburg, and gave the underprivileged, orphaned and/or abandoned kiddies there a Christmas to remember with gifts and lunch. Our very own office Santa (Eddy the Editor) donned his Father Christmas attire with aplomb to entertain everyone, including me, as can be seen in this picture below.



So, in a way, I got my “Young Me, Now Me” moment. I think I should submit this pic, as the founder of the Young Me, Now Me website is publishing a book of these photographs, some of which are really funny. Also check out Dear Photograph for similar content, although here, the idea is taking a snapshot — usually one featuring one or more people and dating from the film-photography era — and holding it up against the original setting so that past and present blend into a new work of art.

Happy Holidays and happy snapping!

I’m in an Edgar Allan Poe mood today.

8 01 2012

I first heard this poem as a teenager, with an existential crisis, circa 1990. I thought about it today for some reason, and so here is Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee” – a poem which is both beautiful and sad.

Annabel Lee – by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


27 04 2011

It was on the 29th of July 1981, when the 19 year old Lady Diana Spencer and the 32 year old Prince Charles, walked down the aisle in St Paul’s Cathedral London, in what was claimed to be the wedding of the 20th century. But as we all know, that fairytale crumbled in divorce. Diana produced two male heirs, Princes William and Harry, and the former takes his walk down the aisle to marry Kate Middleton in two days’ time.

These are my memories of those eventful 1981 nuptials. I was 7 years old and in Grade 2 at the time, or Sub B, as we older generation South Africans used to call it. Good gracious, that was 30 years ago! I was royally mad, a complete royalist, even at that young age. Every picture of Diana that I could find was pasted in my royal scrap book. Sometimes, my mother couldn’t afford to buy me Pritt, so I used grape flavoured bubblegum to stick the pictures down. Come to think of it, every time I opened that scrap book, it reeked of grapes. What a pity that with all the moving I’ve done in my life that my beloved royal scrap book went missing.

Back to that 1981 afternoon… my granny, mother and I gathered around our black and white television to watch a worldwide event that was coming to us live. The anticipation of seeing Diana’s wedding dress was so huge and the gasps of amazement when her elongated train was revealed, as she stepped out of the carriage, could be heard by women globally.

The Emmanuel designed wedding dress was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen in my 7 years of existence. The layers of organza, the frills, the poofy sleeves… Diana really did look like the personification of a fairytale princess.

Diana's wedding dress with long train

Later in the day, the royal public kiss on the balcony concluded what I imagined to be the most watched wedding in history. That is surely to be surpassed on Friday, 29 April 2011, when Kate and William say “I do.” And my now 37 year old self, will be watching just as enthusiastically as I did when I was 7 years old!

Congratulations William and Kate!


16 03 2011

I found this poem in a magazine recently. It describes perfectly my notion of “grown-up love.” You show that you love someone, not only by romantic gestures of gift giving (if you are lucky enough to even receive anything). Rather, it is the everyday, mundane things, like taking out the trash, having short showers so that there is enough hot water left for your partner, washing up the dishes or washing clothes – it’s the simple stuff that counts. After all, love is a verb. This poem sums it up nicely, so enjoy, and remember it when your partner seems to be unromantic. His / her idea of caring may just be remembering how you like to take your tea, with 3 spoons of sugar.

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