Yet another mainstream media diss that my nom-de-plume references street culture; our culture, which the mainstream love to dip into when it suits them, when they want to appear to know what the fuck is going on and get all up in the video. I say fuck them!

Some hardcore GFX. Here’s the cover and a coupla spreads from my GFX novel. Been working on it way too long now… Some hardcore GFX. Here’s the cover and a coupla spreads from my GFX novel. Been working on it way too long now… Some hardcore GFX. Here’s the cover and a coupla spreads from my GFX novel. Been working on it way too long now…

Some hardcore GFX. Here’s the cover and a coupla spreads from my GFX novel. Been working on it way too long now…

From the first wave of my brain to the book shop shelf. Looking through an old sketch book I found my first thoughts for The Stuff You Can’t Bottle.

This is my next book out in South Africa. It is about the amazing people who inhabit the land called Mzansi, and make the culture what it is. I’ve written 30,000 words of it, as we speak. Halfway there and still firing on all cylinders. Big up to all the people I’ve got down with so far.

This is my next book out in South Africa. It is about the amazing people who inhabit the land called Mzansi, and make the culture what it is. I’ve written 30,000 words of it, as we speak. Halfway there and still firing on all cylinders. Big up to all the people I’ve got down with so far.

just started writing up my story on @jackparow and I already want one of these!

just started writing up my story on @jackparow and I already want one of these!

@thegoodcount created this perfect frozen moment of cultural history. This is the kind of cultural anthropology that I really dig.

Big Mouth Strikes Again

I appeared on the SAfm Media Show when I was promoting the South African edition of my last book. It was an early Sunday morning and I wandered into the studio leaving my PR in the green room. During the interview I mentioned that TV advertising no longer worked on the youth demographic. Hell, I even ventured to suggest that it had no discernable effect on anyone. Unknown to me, back in the green room the next guest was going mad. Shaking his head and making wide-eyed gestures that I was slaughtering a scared cow, talking crap about a subject I knew nothing about. ‘Who is that?’ He asked my PR. ‘That’s King ADZ,’ she replied, stifling a laugh. He wasn’t happy at what I was saying.

            I did my bit, we walked out and drove away, tuning into the show to see what the question for a give-away of my book would be. The next guest was on – the one from the green room – and this is when I discovered about his reaction to my on-air statement. ‘He was such a dick.’ My PR said. ‘He was so rude to everyone.’

            Then he introduced himself and the penny dropped. He was a creative director of an old-school ad agency, and was on the show to talk about his latest TV spot. Which he described it in minute detail – the medium being radio. And it sounded well crap. It was aimed at the youth and was for liquorish allsorts, which we all know the youth go crazy for. He spent a few minutes talking about how incredible the client was and what a great ad it was. TV ad. On the radio. So, he was appearing on the radio to promote a TV ad aimed at the youth that no-one would care about, let alone respond to. It said it all to me about the state of the union…

A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa… A snapshot of South Africa…

A snapshot of South Africa…

I’m going going, back back, to Jozi Jozi. (Oh, and Cape Town) I’m going going, back back, to Jozi Jozi. (Oh, and Cape Town)

I’m going going, back back, to Jozi Jozi. (Oh, and Cape Town)

Because today was such a good day, here’s something from deep within the vaults. The original graphics from ‘Street Knowledge’ which was the first tune I recorded in Cape Town, 1998…