Ek sit hier in Vida Café in Paarl ... met 'n Double Meia in 'n klein koppie. PJ Morton speel in my ore. The Piano Album. 'n Outomatiese glimlag versprei oor my gesig. Sommer so vanself. Borrel oor my lippe sommer so van binne af. Die mense om my dink seker ek is van my … Continue reading Vanselfglimlaggies
Over the past few weeks I have been starting very slowly to sort my books and papers. I have also found that my Dad has kept ALL my music - choir, vocal, piano, clarinet. I am grateful for this. Going through each box and pile reminds of the things I have played and events, concerts, … Continue reading Forgotten. Remembered.