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Happy New Year!
So, many people might be asking, what on earth are The Brothers Streep going to be doing this year? Will they make the first comedy music video ever filmed in space? Will they host the first ever English episode of Noot vir Noot? Or will they throw in their instruments and start a very successful but niche shop which sells little ties and jackets for crayfish?
We know how hard it is to get radio play in South Africa. To be fair, we are a comedy band so we’re not surprised radio stations don’t know what to do with songs about flavoured sterilised milk based drinking products. But still, it seems like it’s tough for all bands.
Next week we're taking our Grahamstown show to JHB, so to try gain a little publicity for the event we thought we'd film a little promo video. We hope it'll convince you to buy tickets and invite your friends, but if it doesn't, at the very least it ups our chances of getting to hug Barry Ronge.
I wanted to write a blog about hipsters. The problem is I don’t really understand anything about hipsters. Somewhere along the line it became incredibly fashionable to look like a slick nerd from the 60s whose clothes shrunk in the wash. But the fact that I describe hipsters in that way probably means I’m not at all qualified to make any statements about them.
We’re proud to present our latest video all about the perils of being put on hold. This is one of the new songs specially written for our debut Grahamstown Festival Show, The Brothers Streep: Stand-Up Musicians. Be sure to click here to secure your tickets today.
When crafting a theme park ride, I imagine you do your best to create an experience in which your riders will feel a sense of controlled danger. Danger, because they know deep down that humans weren’t made to be propelled upside down at immense speed, but control, because they’re fairly confident the theme park wouldn’t still be open if things hadn’t been tested first. I’ve yet to be in a ride where the operator kicks things off by saying, “Fingers crossed, let’s hope this works…”
Spoiler alert, but if you’re behind in Britain’s Got Talent and you’ve yet to watch the finale, you’ve yet to find out that apparently the most talented person in Britain isn’t even a person at all – it’s a dancing dog. To be fair, the dog can dance fairly well. Or at least fairly well for a dog. And if I’m really honest, it probably can dance better than me. But at least if I get ill after a particularly hefty dance routine, I’ve got a far less chance of being put down.
If you haven’t yet heard of Derick Watts & The Sunday Blues then there’s a huge chance that you don’t have the Internet and the only reason you’re reading this now is because someone printed it out for you because they were testing their printer and had nothing better to print.