I can’t remember exactly when I wrote this, but I know the circumstances which inspired it. Leslie Javan and I were playing a set of gigs at a pub above the backpackers in Kalk Bay and it wasn’t as if I was seeing the old harbour for the first time. This tiny coastal village with ideal surf spot, and the Brass Bell and warm drinking crowd and flurry of tourists had drawn me time and time again. It just seemed to be the place where music happened on the coast between Muizenberg and Hout Bay and so the draw was obvious. Yet, the harbour, the fish, the fisherman, the boats, the jetty, the rough sea belting against it, the memories of fishing and smoking and singing and scores of other memories just filled my head with the sort of stuff that automatically brings on a song and so it happened and so it is, ‘The Neighbourhood’ with a tribe of all sorts of other double-entendes 
Love to you Kalk Bay and all the dizzy smiles and smokey-smokes and tokes and jokes, ‘I spent my childhood spewing’ 
