Okay, go for it.
Okay, go for it.
It is no slight on those who have worked there to say that Kiwi FM – which, it was announced today, will close at the end of the month – was born and lived in somewhat odd circumstances.
Its birth was principally the consequence of an accomodation between a commercial radio industry that was prepared to swallow a few dead rats if it meant fending off the dreaded prospect of a youth radio network, and a Labour government that wanted to show it had achieved something.
Thus, with a symbolic flourish, Helen Clark herself announced the launch of Kiwi FM on Waitangi Day 2005. The new station replaced Mediaworks' much-loved Channel Z, which had withered since the company shunted it onto a less powerful frequency to make room for The Edge. It is not to deny the goodwill of many of those behind the launch to observe that its key selling point was always its critical flaw: it would play 100% New Zealand music, as if that was in itself a genre around which listeners would converge.
The station did not flourish, and it would have been closed after about a year, had not Karyn Hay successfully presented a proposal for Kiwi to move on to three reserved public FM frequencies, which would cost Mediaworks nothing to use. The new Kiwi was subsequently established as a partnership between Mediaworks and the ministries of Broadcasting and Economic Development.
In a letter published on this site, Hay explained the undertaking:
In order to fulfil the criteria to broadcast on these frequencies (and I have to add here that it was Brent Impey – ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ in one particular quarter – who gave me the opportunity and the platform to find a solution) we agreed that we would work towards becoming a not-for-profit organisation and extend the Kiwi format to be more inclusive of a wider range of artists, including more specialist programming, and in doing so would provide a vibrant and diverse outlet for a burgeoning New Zealand music industry.
We applied for New Zealand On Air funding to make these specialist shows just as any radio station in the country has the right to.
The letter also contained a really ill-judged swipe at "holier-than-thou" student radio, and it attracted some tart responses.
A loosening of Kiwi's charter requirement to play only New Zealand music – in favour of a 60-40 split with tunes from elsewhere – came in 2012 but it was probably too late.
But here's the thing: the people Kiwi FM made some really good radio throughout its existence, they provided great exposure for a range of local artistsm and the station fostered some key talent – notably in Breakfast hosts Glenn "Wammo" Williams, Wallace Chapman and Charlotte Ryan. For all three of them, it provided a place to go after student radio. A place where they could continue to make intelligent, adventurous radio.
The news of Kiwi's closure is sad, but it does create space – in more than one way – for a future venture with similar goals; one not stuck inside a commercial media company with its own goals and priorities (in that sense, you could see Kiwi as a little like TVNZ 7). After we've farewelled Kiwi FM on March 31, we should start thinking about how to keep making this kind of radio and, just importantly, how to get it to its audience.
If you haven't seen our post of the music photography of Ian "Blink" Jorgensen, and the personal stories behind the images, do go and have a look. It's brilliant.
There's a good and largely untold story in Andrew Schmidt's Audioculture feature on the mid-80s West Auckland punk scene, and such bands as Vicious Circle and Dead Image – who eventually became The Warners:
They were already The Warners when Dead Image’s first major interview appeared in June 1985 – ‘The Men, the Myth and the Flab’, by Celia Patel (later of King Loser) in Book of Bifim. In it, the band are optimistic, talking about the addition of new guitarist, Jon Baker (Deep Throat/ Call Me Sir), cheekily dissing local TV stars and DJs, and reminiscing about good shows gone bad. Like the time they got the plug pulled on them at Beachhaven, when the noise control officer clocked them at 130 decibels (a jet is 120 dB), and the cool dance at Piha, where the Armed Offenders Squad turned up.
Chandler: “They tried to arrest Billy because they reckoned Billy was running around with a gun. These wasted surfies thought it would be a laugh to ring up Henderson police and say that the drummer pulled a gun on the crowd.
“We were sitting outside when they arrived. We’d already played. The cops made a beeline for me and said, ‘You look like the only sober one here (I drove out there). What’s going on?’ His mate had a rifle over his shoulder and the Inspector had a gun on his hip. They said, ‘Well, we’re gonna find out who it was. We’ve driven all the way from Henderson and were gonna find who it was.’
“We went outside and someone grassed up this surfie and his girlfriend. They owned up to it straight away and got pummelled by the cops. The cop smashed the surfer’s head into the roof as they put him into the car.”
You got that sort of thing back then ...
Elsewhere an interesting list of the hottest tech topics in music from SXSW – including whether algorithims are better at mixing live bands than a human soundperson.
This guy seems to have a point when he explains why Spotify pays so little – because of the way subscription revenue is pooled.
Jan Hellriegel has been approaching music with joy and purpose over the past year and her theme for 2015 is a a series of co-writing projects, including her new song, 'For the Love of Glory' was composed with Martin Brown. It's a great song, realised in lavish style:
Now, this is very relevant to my interests. "Boy genius" Race Banyon has done a lovely house remix of Chelsea Jade's 'Night Swimmer', all tones and ticks:
Mystery New Zealander Space Above. Sort of an astro-Beatles vibe. I like it!
And yet more from RocknRolla Soundsystem: this time, their second mix CD. Track listing(from The Beatles to Beck and Etta James) and $7 Bandcamp purchase here:
Over at TheAudience, a smooth, fluid (and all-too-short) groove from Ashes Holland. Click through for a free download:
Classic indie guitar soundscapes from Kane Strang:
And sophisticated hip-hop soul from Fortunes:
22 year-old bFM fave Boy Wulf, whose TheAudience track I featured a couple of weeks ago, has cleared his hard drive and packaged up 15 tracks as an extended EP on Bandcamp. This is the title track (and his bFM hit) and it's a free download.
And, finally, some fine funky Friday fare to download from A Skillz and Krafty Kuts ...
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The Independent Police Conduct Authority Report on Police’s handling of the alleged offending by ‘Roastbusters’ has been published, and it is damning.
It finds that police handled the seven serial complaints carelessly, and that they communicated poorly with each other and with the complainants and their families and schools. They failed to connnect complaints about the same group. In some cases, they simply did not seem to care enough, and as a result, failed to protect children they should have had cause to fear were being systematically sexually assaulted.
Moreover, it's not clear that individual officers have properly been held responsible.
I feel angry about this case, the more so because I know a young woman caught up on the periphery of this scene; the daughter of a friend. I have a sense of the dread that ran through it.
Jacinda Ardern's speech in the urgent debate today gives voice to some of the anger I feel.
The rise of event television – and its burgeoning aligment with social media – has brought with it a new metric of success in recent years: "engagement". Unlike conventional TV ratings, engagement isn't directly convertible into revenue. It's more a means of assuring sponsors and advertisers that they're buying reach into viewers' thoughts and feelings.
TV3 has employed a "head of engagement" since it licensed the The Block format for broadcast in 2012, and it has a pretty good story to tell. Last year, our suburb filled up on a Saturday morning, as families came from all over the city –and quite possibly from Hamilton – to tour the open homes. Children actually carried signs touting their favourite building teams. You may, like me, have found the whole thing unfathomably dull, but there's no denying it got into people's hearts and minds.
And when Mediaworks announced last August that it would be producing a second series of The X Factor, the one screening at the moment, it was with this brag:
The X Factor NZ was the most talked about show in TV3’s history, dominating news headlines and water cooler conversations, and setting record levels of social media engagement.
Mediaworks TV director of programing Mark Caulton declared:
“The X Factor was the biggest pop culture show of 2013 and with Season 2 we can expect it to be bigger and better. We’ll be introducing innovative new aspects to the programme and will again be extending online through our websites and social media communities, and working with our partners at MediaWorks Radio.”
Five of the six "X Factor by the numbers" bullet points at the bottom of TV3's press release do not relate to broadcast TV ratings and the other is a 5+ cume fudge for the series as a whole. Again, this isn't about ratings per se, which TV3 probably didn't win most nights.
The format of The X Factor, like that of all such shows, is designed on the Wildean principle that where sponsors and advertisers are concerned, it's not only better to be talked about than not talked about, it's absolutely bloody essential. The key part of the licensing transaction is the provision of a format "Bible", which serves both to protect the interests of the format's owner and guide the licensee towards successful engagement.
Keeping to the bible often means scripting elements of the show, including those which may not appear scripted. It also means generating controversy. Thus, the long list of X factor controversies – including, remarkably, the frequent accusations that it is rigged – serve the format's purpose.
Which brings us to this bizarre confrontation from last night's live show:
On one level, this simply looks like the bible at work, even unto Mediaworks radio staff doing their bit to fan the outrage.
On the other, the behaviour in recent days of one of the "bad" judges, New Zealand-born pop singer Willy Moon, in calling a 51 year-old member of the public a "cunt", both to her face and subsequently and repeatedly on his Twitter account (and this after TV3 had published an apology on his behalf) seems actually deranged.
X Factor host Dominic Bowden might be seen to have trailered the incident with his warning to Moon's wife's and fellow judge, pop singer Natalia Kills that last night's show was going out live. And certainly, encouraging the crowd to hate on a villain and manufactured "tensions" between judges are very much part of the X Factor format.
But I do wonder if this was in the script:
Kills' tirade came after Irvine performed Cry Me a River during the live broadcast.
"As an artist who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, I am disgusted at how much you have copied my husband, from the hair to the suit," Kills said.
"Do you not have any value or respect for originality?
"You're a laughing stock. It's cheesy, it's disgusting, I personally found it absolutely artistically atrocious. I am embarrassed to be sitting here in your presence having to even dignify you with an answer of my opinion ... it's disgusting, you make me sick ... I'm ashamed to even be here."
Moon, who hit headlines over the weekend for allegedly swearing at an Auckland mother in a bakery, continued the criticism. "To me, it just feels a little bit cheap and absurd," he said of the performance.
Moon said Irvine reminded him of Psycho killer Norman Bates: "It's just a little bit creepy ... I feel like you're going to stitch someone's skin to your face and then kill everyone in the audience."
The last part, at least, is surely stretching the limit of what's acceptable on what is still supposed to be a family show. The whole thing was the kind of bonkers we usually associate with meth heads (not that I am saying they are that, just that it was incoherent and narcissistic). My guess is that the two designated judging villains were primed to be controversial but came out with something that went rather further than that.
That they did might say something about their own pop careers. Does Moon really not have a reputation worth more than the few tens of thousands of dollars he'll earn from contracting to a reality TV show? I suppose it's all good fun until an outraged viewer assaults them in public. But however it got to air, it seems risky for Mediaworks to be presenting its two star judges as a pair of gibbering crackheads.
We have already reached some kind of milestone of farce with the 21,000-strong petition on change.org calling for the pair to be dumped.
Plainly, this is absurd. And like me, you Public Address readers probably have no more intention of watching The X Factor than you did yesterday.
The houses of Christchurch's residential red zone have been raptured up, leaving behind only a few lonely sinners.
In August 2013, when I captured a photo essay of the city's condemned residential streets – and even on a visit since – it seemed that it would be years before they could revert as planned. The sheer scale of the job of removing thousands of houses would surely mean a long, slow exit for the trappings of people.
But it's done, largely. Avonside's streets have taken on the odd appearance of country roads and the sections belong to the trees, the birds and CERA. It's as if the trees have seized their moment, like caged animals turned loose on a free range.
A few houses, presumably those posing health and safety probems for demolition crews, remain. But only a few.
The withdrawal of the buildings has a very different emotional effect to the demolitions in Christchurch's CBD red zone. In the city, especially south of Cathedral Square, there's still something disorienting and disturbing about the absences. It's only emphasised by the big blocks that do remain and seem to stare mournfully down at the rubble, still waiting their turn for release. It was a shock again to be reminded that my mental map of the area was drawn many years ago, long before the earthquakes.
By contrast, the absences in the residental red zone seem to have brought peace; even a kind of resolution. Even the Avon, which for years looked sick and cloudy, looks now to be running clean and deep. While the centre of the city still has the feel of a place waiting for things to happen, the ruined area along the river is getting on with its life, trying to forget what it used to be.