Extended Play 300305 on George FM
Earth Wind & Fire-Running (Mr K Edit)-
Extended Play 300305 on George FM
Earth Wind & Fire-Running (Mr K Edit)-
Elephants and Acrobats.........
I have seen hell on earth and it is also known as The Auckland Royal Easter Show.
I had a lunch with Pauly today, which we do from time to time and we’d both been forced by our offspring to go to the Easter Show on Monday last. Now the Easter Show is an
I’ve been a few times over the intervening years with diminishing results, but now, sad to say, the poor old Easter Show has no redeeming features whatsoever, and Pauly agreed. We were both shell-shocked.
From the terrifying amateur artworks, which defy any description…I’ve never actually seen anything quite like them anywhere (and some have GOLD medals…the one with the naked maiden chained to the rock in the river with a knight riding over the hill to rescue her …all for $1800…was pretty special)…to the guy who, for some inexplicable reason advertises himself as New Zealand’s Own Michael Jackson (is he serious…what exactly does he do each day at 7pm, and to whom?)….to the sick looking, sparse in number, farmyard animals who look like they are looking forward to the works as some sort of relief…to the sad numerous Chinese massage and junk stalls which fill the space where the Soviet (and no doubt KGB) displays once sat (the cold war had its upside)…to the game sideshows complete with the sorts of prizes on display which haven’t been manufactured since 1980, with good reason- technology has moved on since plastic AM transistors…to the stall selling cat food (who on earth goes to the Easter show to buy bloody cat food)...to the rides which no person with any concern for their or their loved ones safety would even consider…..at least I don’t get hassled as Mr Bizarre as poor Paul does!
But the worst part (and I’ll get named as some sort of snob for this) seems to be the humanity and their poor kids (who don’t stand a chance sadly) that the show attracts. Parents with a fag hanging out..flicking the fag onto the ground still burning….screaming at Shervaughn or Jaedyn to come here then slapping them....spitting on the ground….aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I think
It costs a fortune, its unbelievably ugly and complete low rent shite and both Paul and I said over our Yum Char…..”never again…………..”
Inexplicably its now about a quarter of way through the fifth year in the 21st century. I used to, as a young kid, think about how old I’d be when the next millennium hit and it all seemed so far away in some sort of vague never never land. When you are a kid, life seems to stretch on forever (like summer, but of course this year we’ve had one of those endless summers…I feel a Beach Boys session coming on…)…as you get older it seems so bloody short and often those things that used to matter so much drift off into insignificance, or at least they should. Someone needs to tell that to bean counters…it doesn’t fucking matter!! I guess we all want to live forever and, children aside, some of us will…I listened to Otis Redding singing the profoundly moving “Try a Little Tenderness” last night and with that 2 minutes the big man from Macon, Georgia will exist for all time…oh to create something that is one hundredth of that, or Marvin’s “Here My Dear” or to understand that when you succumb to Coltrane you are actually feeling his breath
BUT…that wasn’t supposed to be about that. I start typing and things happen. This was a LIST post. I like lists and its time for a few…25% of the year lists…sooooo:
Best bits of new 12” (and one smaller one) vinyl in 2005 so far…about 20 I think
They don’t fit anywhere else but I’ve had a whole bunch of CDs from local DJs and electronic artists, both mix cds and original tracks and I’ve played these pretty much non stop in the car..so respect…..
Old records, this year…god there have been thousands as always. Did a bit of an early Eno thing a while back, the first three albums still sound as cutting edge and as revolutionary as they did in the early seventies; Todd Rungdren- “Something / Anything” and “A Wizard a True Star”; lots of New Orleans / Philly / Miami / Detroit soul, but that’s always ongoing; DJ Pierre’s mid nineties wild pitch epics; Thelonious Monk, the early Blue Note stuff and Miles from the same period; Janet Jackson’s seminal (maybe I shouldn’t use that word around a Jackson family member…or that word either..sorry bad joke) Jam & Lewis produced “Control”..a phenomenal record that signposted early 90s US vocal house…actually I was led back to that by a post on a board from some dick stating that this record was worthless pop crap…I wonder how he feels having a neon over his head permanently flashing “I’m an ignorant fuckwit”. He also opined that there was no absolute good or bad, its all a matter of taste…the neon gets much brighter…if we don’t have absolutes, however grey the surrounding, then Porky’s becomes the artistic equivalent to The Battleship Potemkin
And I refuse to accept that…democracy has it’s limits….;
I’ve also had a hell of a time dragging out my seven inch records from the post punk period..labels like Fast, Postcard and Zoo in the
Sadly I’ve only seen one new movie in the theatre in 2005, The Incredibles with Isabella..but going to the movies with a ten year old is the only way to do it..otherwise its all DVDs I’m afraid, and I’m having trouble with