An old set I found

while I was cleaning up my laptop.

I Am Not A DJ by lesterhein

01 Autumn Evening Breeze -Sound Providers
02 Weapon Of Choice – FatBoy Slim
03 Chali Tuna Coming Thru – DJ Numark
04 Riders On The Storm – Snoop Dogg and The Doors
05 This Ain’t a Scene – Fall Out Boy
06 RE Definition – Black Star
07 Bug Powder Dust -Bomb The Bass

It’s quite a mixed bag and I remember that it was fun putting it together at the time.  It reminds me of my friend Kath 🙂

Drive Time – This week’s new tune

Another week loaded with some more great music. “Drive Time” is a deep house tune that I’ve just finished and was inspired by a bus tour around Cape Town at sunset. It’s laid back, chilled out and very relaxing. Just the way Deep House should be (in my opinion). I’ve decided to make the track available as a free download for now. I’m working on adding some vocals to it, and the “full version” will go on sale later while this version (essentially a dub) will be available for free.

Drive Time by lesterhein

I took some video footage on my phone  while traveling around the city and out the track to some it.

Drive Time by Lester Hein from Lester Hein on Vimeo.


Dear Western Cape Traffic Department

Today I went to renew a vehicle registration. This is a fairly simple jobbie: I come in with the little piece of paper you sent me in the post, I give you my little bits of paper with numbers and in return, you give me a brand new piece of paper. The whole thing should take no more than a few seconds from start to finish.

Since you insist on closing at 3 in the afternoon, myself and the rest of the piece of paper recipients need to make special arrangements to come and see you. So, after I come to visit you, the less than nice lady at the door tells me to stand in the enquiry queue, which I do. Just so you know – you need some new aircon. It’s a tad over 30 degrees outside and I almost threw up in my mouth a little from the smell at your place.

Anyway, after 10 minutes of standing in the enquiries queue, the helpful staff there tell me that I should have gone to a teller. Why did I come to enquiries? Surely I should know that I need to go to the teller? And then I start to slump towards a line that zigs and zags for close to an eternity – I see a sign.

The sign in question is a poster, placed in a weird corner where you can’t really see i unless you’re a little lost (like I was). The sign says – Renew your Vehicle Licence Online.” Gasp! What’s this – I can avoid the smelly buildings and the acid friendly staff? Well why didn’t you say something?

So, Traffy old buddy old pal, here’s a tip for you – next time you send me a notification to renew something, let me know if I can do it online. That way I won’t have to come over to your place. The lines in your front room won’t be as long and the air won’t smell as bad. The staff won’t be as friendly a they are now. And you might even be able to justify closing at half past 3. That’s the thing about technology though – it’s meaningless if you don’t spread the word. If the people you’re trying to assist don’t know about the help you’re trying to offer, it’s all a little pointless.

Anyway, I’m sure that there will be some reason for me to come over to your place again before too long, so see you then.

P.S.I secretly dream that one day there will be a traffic department who fantasizes about working for the public, instead of trying to bend us to their illogical will. But I know that’s crazy talk.

This is my city

[preface: I wrote this in 2008 to express my love for and of Cape Town, South Africa]

This is my home, where every street carries a memory and every corner holds a smile or every road contains a tear. This is where I began, and this is where i will learn to be.

This is my city, and my city grows as i have. My city loves its people – as i do. It wraps itself around me and gives me strength from its concrete arteries and patience from its mountainous heart. And when the clouds break over the grey and green monolith, my city cries as i do and the dark, warm tears or the cold, hard tears wash the hurt from our faces, we shine another day. My city holds the smile of the sun in the heart of its ocean, just as i hold my smile in the ocean of my heart.

My city is big – with enough room for me to spread my wings and take flight. To soar and to live. To fly and stare down at the silhouettes of the secrets it holds in its bosom.

And my city is small, with so little room that I meet people I know on every street or road, with no room for secrets and less still for lies.

But my city is dark…with a side I do not like to see or show. Like me it holds a danger in its soul that it cannot quell or control. And my city harms itself though it does not know why. It burns itself though it does not know how. The city cuts and bleeds in the news of the day while the people scream and run riot in its veins at night. People cry for freedom. People cry for a better version of here and now.

People cry.

But in my city I see smiles. Smiles in the eyes of someone driving by. Smiles tracing across the hearts and lips of those alive with hope. And it is this smile that lives in me, this smile that will keep my heart in the city, and keep the city in my heart.

This is my city.