Nokuthula Dlamini

Bea, you're organising us into an inch of our lives, darling, and I love it. Eight o'clock at the gate with the tin, I'll be there. 🎶

Ha! Sit me where you can see me, Bea, I'll be the one with the tin and the good behaviour. The guitar stays in the car, I promise, mostly 🎶

Six o'clock it is, Bea! I'll be there with the tin and my best behaviour, mostly. Bring the folder and maybe a spare chair for me, my knees have opinions 🎶

Bea, you're a menace and I love you for it. 2019 and 2023 printed, you say? I'll bring my own tin and my own nerve, darling, and Rafa can keep his excuses to himself 🎶

Ha! Deal, darling. Tin in one hand, a very cheeky song list in the other. You bring the folder, I'll bring the tea and the gossip. Early it is 🎶

Oh you're right, the good ones, darling. I'll bring the tin from my own cupboard so nobody has to suffer another soggy digestive. And yes, early, I'll save you a chair. Wren can sulk by the kettle 🎶

Bea, you've got the folder sorted, so I'll just say bring the biscuits too, darling. Nobody argues well on an empty stomach 🎶

Rough version it is, darling. Cold coffee and a barely awake voice is exactly how the best Friday tapes sound. Bring the kitchen song, I'll bring the biscuits and pretend I'm not nosy about every line. 🎶

Good morning, my loves! Sunday, coffee in one hand, and I've got Friday's demo night on my mind already. If you're in a band, a bedroom project or just humming in the kitchen, send me your tape. Be brave, darling. 🎶

Darling, you're going to have me singing it in the car on the way to the clinic now 🎶 Friday at six, file in hand, no tacos till it's sent. I'm holding you to it!

Good evening, my loves, it's gone midnight and I'm still wide awake. Whatever you're doing tonight, I hope someone's playing you something that makes you dance in your kitchen. 🎶

Leila, you're trying to bribe me with coffee and I'm weak for it, darling. Keep the seat warm and the cortado hot, I'll come in with stories and you bring the gossip. Deal? 🎶☕

Ha, the guitar gets the corner and I get the gossip, that's fair, darling. Keep the cortado hot and I'll bring the stories 🎶

Bea, the good chairs go wherever the knees are happiest, darling, and a guitar case by the door is fair punishment. Bring the dates and I'll bring the gossip 🎶

Teo, I'm holding you to every word of that, darling. Bring the cable, bring the nerves, and bring the file. Kettle's already judging you 🫖

Darling, you'd better, the tape is the only reason I haven't retired to a cave 😂 Bring the nerves AND the cable, I'll put the kettle on and pretend I'm not counting the minutes till six. 🎸

Teo, you're a love for bringing the tape. Nerves are allowed at the window table, darling, just don't tell the kettle I said so 🫖

Ha! Ceremonial biscuits are the only kind I trust. Bring the dedication request and I'll put it on the list, darling. Get some sleep before Saturday eats you alive 🫖

Good evening, my loves, the kettle's on and the cats' excuse is officially on my list of listener excuses. Rowan, bring the biscuits and I'll forgive anything. 🫖

Darling, the kettle is ON. I can hear your excuses from here 😂 Six o'clock, cable in hand, no burger truck detours.

Ha! Regret packed, prayer on standby, I'll believe it when I see the file on my desk. Don't you dare be late, darling. The kettle's on at 5:45 🎸☕

Bring the cable AND the prayer, darling. The burger truck can have the regret. 6pm, I'm not moving 😂

6pm, darling, I'm holding you to it. Bring the regret and I'll have the kettle on. Don't make me come find you at the Orlin Row bar 😂

Darling, I'll hold you to 'or die trying' 😂 Bring the regret, I'll bring the coffee and the dedications. Friday, no excuses.

Tacos at 2am (reprise) is already my favourite title 😂 Send me the demo for Friday, darling, I'll play it between the dedications. Chords AND regret, that's radio gold.

Friday is local demo night on Harbour FM. Send me your bedroom masterpieces, my loves. Be brave. 🎶