I’m DJing this amazing party on Saturday! It’s extra special because the line up is insanely amazing!

On Saturday the 12th, Cool Your Jets unveil their latest creation, “METALLIC KISS”, the new music video from Joburg dance-darlings THE FROWN! To celebrate, we’ve hand-picked a super-team of live acts and DJs from the bleeding heart of the Joburg underground!

Live love from:


My favourite cover by Eve Rakow – the voice behind The Frown

Christian Henn of Fulka fame’s solo project

Here’s a Fulka song to appreciate…

Craig Durrant drummer of Desmond and The Tutus’ solo project

Here’s the new Desmond track to appreciate…

Plus DJ romance with:



AKA SlightlySingle blogger …me 🙂


First acts start at 9PM.

Metallic Kiss debuts at midnight.

Cover: R40

Oh I almost forgot you can see me shaking my ass in the music video being launched, I don’t think I have a head but I’m willing to point myself out to anyone nearby while it plays 🙂


So I’m yet again over extending myself and allowing myself to be crushed by hobbies.

Saturday marks my visuals/leading onto VJ’ing debute. I’ll be doing the spooky visuals for the party of the year…. ▲†‡† WITCH HOUSE PARTY †‡†▲

Visual inspiration:

Tonight Eve of The Frown fame and I are running around Greenside, chasing cats and dancing naked in silhouette to create some mad and beautiful images for people to dance to. YAY to the power to rad!

VHS or Beta – I Found A Reason

So I’m djing at Bob Rocks on Saturday night – 2nd of July 2011.

I’ll be playing this song and anything not folk. Although my heart beats for folk my feet dance to indie.

Come stalk me , hang out, eat ribs and drink. It’ll be the bestest!

The Antlers – I Don’t Want Love


Musical theme for today…I don’t want love 🙂 I’m actually loving being single, making new friends and flirting.


Plus in 46 days I’ll be in London seeing if I miss it enough to start moving my life back over there. Exciting times plus I’m doing alot of freelance work thats keeping me busy when I’m not partying. Guitar lessons are going as well as a person who hardly practices can hope for. On the whole every day is better than the last and every day my heart heals more. YAY!


I am reverting to London Anna in the smallest gossiping circle in the world… Johannesburg but as long as I don’t get too crazy I think life will be grand 🙂


Meeeeeew! I love today and I love you.


Things I regret…

I’m entering the land of the quarter life crisis and while trying not to cry about how old I suddenly appear to be, I’m also trying not to cry over the mistakes I made in the 90’s . I thank my lucky stars there are few photographs to document my fashion disasters but alas all in the name of honesty I will this very night reveal the details of the biggest fashion mistake/ all around disaster night of my life.

The night in question: My matric dance… what North Americans would refer to as Prom and British people ‘I’ve never had one of those ‘.

I was so nerdy and obsessed with films I didn’t know any boys so a friend of a friend set me up with my date. He seemed okay and I met him at the Milky Lane (American equivalent Dairy Queen, British equivalent  Ben and Jerry’s) for our first meeting pre dance …we shook hands and tried to find something in common, I was all Nirvana and had just discovered Nick Drake and he was all Black Eyed Peas (pre Fergie) but he agreed to be my date so I didn’t care.

My mother drove us to the dance and all seemed okay until he refused to dance with me – fair enough for once you see this picture I’m about to reveal you’ll understand him wanting to avoid me – but later I couldn’t find him only to stumble across him tongue deep in another girls mouth. Slightly depressing but I rallied above the situation and ended up slow dancing with my friend Beverly confirming the school years suspicions I was lesbian while letting me take to the dance floor like a scene from Angus, like I’d always imagined my final school dance would be.

The night was horrible but taught me a valuable lesson, never trust your date with a slutty friend and don’t think you’re dancing to the beat of your own drum when you’re clearly drowning in a sea of individuality.

Case in point the reason why it all went tits up:

Yes I’m wearing braids and yes I’m blushing (it’s all I seemed to do in high school) and yes I was not under the influence of narcotics or alcohol …so I have no excuse but I was a bullied teen and took a page out of Madonna’s book and decided to express myself not repress myself  only I was channeling the ethnic version of myself, which alarmed not only my parents but my ethnic friends. It’s embarassing to admit this but from 16 to 18 I had braids and wore corn rows because I thought I was cool.  No amount of pleading from my friends could convince me to abandon my braids.

I’m still mortified when I think back but luckily age has brought with it a sense of humour and perhaps photographic proof for any mini-Anna-Lisa I might create in the way distant future why they should not  express themselves and definitely repress themselves.

Damn these photos will come back to haunt me but I must admit they make me laugh because I really didn’t care what other people thought.

I wonder when I started to care and how sad that I’m 20 something and still do

Too Cool For School?

I’m not cool but I’m definately not uncool so when I went out to a party Saturday night I was alittle hurt and shocked by the party goers haughty attitude towards me.

I felt like someone had written ‘loser ‘on my forehead while i wasn’t looking. I checked …I was a little shiny but my forehead was ‘loser’ free.

It was such a high school situation and I reacted the way I did then and turned tail and ran away (literally).

As much as I’d like to say how horrible these people are I can’t , they seem lovely and its not their fault they don’t like me but it does bring up an issue I thought I’d gotten over .

I want everyone to like me.

Did you order the optimism with a side of Narcissism? I did and maybe a few other ‘isms.

I  know not everyone is going to like me just as I know there are people I don’t like for no tangible reason but Saturday was horrible and it cut deeper than when ”My So Called Life’ got cancelled.

Now I have to decide whether to kill these people with kindness next time I see them out -which I will as the indie scene is surprising small in London- or just pretend I’ve never met them which is pretty much what they do when I see them out when my inter group friend isn’t around.

I’m not sure how many times you should be introduced to someone with them not remembering your name before it becomes rude.

I’m too sensitive and wish I’d grow out of it which seems unlikely given how badly I cross roads so I’m just going to have to learn to like the fact I do want everyone to like me, because you should learn to like the things about yourself you can not change.



Who me?



Drunk Is As Drunk Does

Drunk Is As Drunk Does


I lost my mind this weekend, well at least four hours of the cache of my mind.


Sunday night! I should have stayed home and watched The Wire. REGRET! REGRET!

I remember drinking vodka and diet coke and getting slightly drunk. I remember drinking shots of tequila

Evidence of Tequila Drinking

Evidence of Tequila Drinking


then I remember  everyone deciding to go home around 1am.

Luckily I took over 500 photos on someone else’s camera to document my descent into madness. Heres hoping the photos never surface.

The only thing I like about losing time is I’m less embarassed than I know I should be.

I hate getting too drunk I’m painfully aware of how irritating I can be while sober so adding heavy drinking into the mix is a crime against my friends.

I’m going to seek comfort in cupcakes til the next embarassing incident. I’m thinking I’ll be ready by Thursday night.

Currently listening to Wintersleep- Weighty Ghost …wishing I knew where my body went