find me on posterous

so i’m kind of moving my blog to Posterous – it’s easier for posting up my songs & vids. you can find me at: gratuitousjewess.posterous.com 

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A new song! It’s called Fathers. I think. Yesterday, I made an absolutely perfect recording of this… and 10 seconds before I finished, the power went out and the whole thing got lost. This isn’t a bad take, but, well… 

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Back in the ring (Part Two)

The biggest lesson I learned from my first fight was: don’t get fucking hit. Okay, it was a little more complex than that: keep my gloves up, don’t swing wildly (it results in a bad punch and leaves me open), pay attention to my footwork. Other than that, gloves up chin down. 

[All pictures courtesy of David Harrison, again – thanks!] 

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Back in the ring (Part One)

"What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises – no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting." [Guerney Halleck, in Frank Herbert’s Dune]

So I’ve been putting off blogging about my second fight, in Cape Town. This was for a couple of reasons. The first one was waiting for my article to be published – which covered some of the fight night or, at least, White Collar Boxing, which is in this week’s Mail & Guardian. Second, I guess I’ve also been processing the actual fight and what fighting meant to me.

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SO I SAID AND THEN SHE SAID

"What’s that?" [me] 
"That feeling – that’s hope," my friend Jo said to me the other night.

Today, when I (finally) managed to spend some decent time in the gym, I was reminded how important exercise has become in keeping up my mood, my energy, my mojo. After my second fight in Cape Town (I’ll post about it, later this week), I experienced a massive crash – even though I fought incredibly well. Yesterday, the woman I fought against, Christia, emailed me to say that she, too, had spent most of last week feeling low, tired…

It’s been a challenging and amazing year, this one. I’ve realised that when I’m not exercising, it becomes more challenging and less amazing.

Also: I have nice shoulder muscles now, and the beginnings of interesting muscles elsewhere. I want to keep those/that, build them. No one said you couldn’t have a little bit of vanity when you’re on a journey, right?   

 

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Heart-Shaped Box (video)

I am, apparently, totally crap at getting a video to embed itself in any of my blogs. 

So here’s the YouTube link to me playing heart-shaped box (because video on Tumblr seems to require ridiculous amounts of bandwidth / time / etc):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRNO64UJWpE 

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this is a cover of Joan Armatrading’s The Weakness in Me – which has long been a favourite of mine, and which I recorded on the encouragement of my friend, the brilliant photographer Nadine Hutton, who confessed to rather liking this song… i’m never really sure whether i should record or post covers. seems a bit lounge singer-ish at best, teenage fan-seeking at worst. maybe i am a bit of both :-) the first version, which I sent to Nadine, was thinner and in some ways better than this one (which I’m posting), but I croaked on some of the notes. this recording is just that bit smoother. which also means maybe some of the heart is lost. 

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Boom Boom (Round 2)

In which I will try and paste together some recollections of the fight that was… Because, honestly, it was a blur. Literally. In the first round, I lost the contact lens out my left eye. I don’t know if this was from a punch or because I was blinking and covered in Vaseline. All I know is one minute I could see and the next I could feel my contact lens slipping out my eye and onto my cheek. This was pretty disorienting. I carried on fighting, because that’s what you do. When I went back to my corner after the first round, I told my coach I’d lost the lens; he took it off my cheek, I think. Or maybe not. A blur, as I said. 

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Boom Boom (Round 1)

I’m going to start off by saying that I feel… a bit fucking knackered. But it’s hard-earned exhaustion, from weeks of training and the Big Event: my first fight. Last night I went three rounds with Nicky (Nicci?) – lawdy, I don’t even know her surname – and I survived, pretty much intact. I have a bruise on the top of my left arm, my jaw hurts on the right side of my face, by nose is a little bit tender but all in all, I’m feeling strong. And I know my opponent came out of it looking a lot worse than I did (more on that later). 

So, here’s me and Nicky before the fight (pics from Nadine Hutton):

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Here’s James Sey, doing pad work with Anderson Kazembe, the brilliant coach from Malawi. 

Here’s James Sey, doing pad work with Anderson Kazembe, the brilliant coach from Malawi. 

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