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Photography: What’s the point?

The photo fails as a historic document. It has no journalistic value or artistic merit. It is neither aesthetic nor is there an underlying message. While there is no doubt that it meant something to whoever pressed the shutter at that moment, this information is now, some forty years later, lost. Continue reading

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Mixed emotions: Papa was a rolling stone

Anyone looking through old photographs knows to expect to see pictures of those who are no longer with us. This is normal. Not so in my case: A few weeks ago I was sorting through old photos of my father while, simultaneously and elsewhere, he lay dying a bitter and lonely man. Life is cruel. Continue reading

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The obsolescence of family photo albums

Ah, the family photo albums! Those archivists of activities, those precious nuggets of nostalgia, these reminders of bad haircuts and even worse fashion sense that were cause for much delight when the parents had visitors over and they gushed over pictures of the babies of strangers whom I’ve never met. Family photos cover the spectrum from braggery from the curator’s perspective to voyeurism on the viewer’s part. Continue reading

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Best-of-the-year radio charts

Like most teenagers of the eighties, I grew up with one ear permanently stuck to the radio. It became customary for Radio 5 and Radio 702 to count down the greatest singles of the year, and I did my darndest to wake up early and write it all down! Continue reading

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Revisiting the SA BBS Scene

Nor has anyone else been willing to commit their full and sordid BBS stories. It’s as if, for some people, the BBS period is a chapter they would rather forget about. Continue reading

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Remembering the Inner Sleeve Record Library

The Inner Sleeve Record Library was exactly that: not a library where one would get books, but one where you could borrow records. Vinyl records. This was the mother lode! Continue reading

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