Annalinde Louw

If you enjoy good music, good conversation, good company, and you want a sense of a real community online, go look at www.pointlessnostalgic.com and I can guarantee that you’ll find something there that you will enjoy.

It is the unofficial fan forum of Jamie Cullum, Britain’s top-selling jazz artist of all time.

We do deviate from the Jamie topic too though :-P so I’m sure you’ll find some discussion there that interests you. And perhaps we can turn you into a Cullumaniac too :-D

Ah, it’s been just over 2 years since I saw Jamie Cullum live in concert in South Africa. I went to both his Johannesburg gigs and they were so different but both so wonderful. I really need to see more of his gigs. I wish he would tour here soon!

He is a highly energetic jazz-pop performer and he sings and plays piano, guitar, percussion and organ. His brilliant band, consisting at the time of Geoff Gascoyne (on bass), Sebastiaan de Krom (on drums), Rory Simmons (on trumpet and guitar), Tom Richards (on sax and percussion) and Ben Lambert (occasionaly on piano) are AMAZING. These guys REALLY know how to give a top-class performance. Jamie jumps around and abuses his sponsored Yamaha grand piano by hitting it, jumping on top of it and stomping around on it. He creates something truly unique which is so refreshing in today’s culture of plastic and repetitive pop music.

The standards that he re-does and his original tracks are so diverse and different in style but him and his band will master any song.

In the picture are (left to right) my friends Jason, Lauren, Jamie Cullum and I in August 2006, in Newtown, Johannesburg.

Ghastly apparitions fly at me from every direction.
My thought-processes have been interrupted since their inception;
I beg them to leave me be; I beg for intermission.
They contrive some sort of fanatical initiation,
but I refuse – although my mind is cluttered, it is still functional.

They fly at me more frantically for my refusal;
let them come at me – I am mighty, and ready to be victorious.
The battle seems overly-laborious
but I know that I have matured:
I am the mind – they must obey me – of that I am assured.

I know that at times like these, my heart, once singed,
must bow to my firey-furious intellect and sense.
I will know, at every occurrence as such, in times hence,
that I am not broken; not ruined; but merely unhinged.