But yes, I am proud of my particular bit of PAS immortality.
As someone who was right in the middle of that morass, (I think a hefty part of my count came from said-thread) I do like the way that the one person I was at loggerheads with therein (and who was excised from PAS and the end of the process) has become quite a good buddy.
We talk almost daily at times.
Congratulations Russell, it's been a mighty thing and will continue to be so. And thank you for offering the space to contribute and also linking to various bits I've created elsewhere - each time I'm extraordinarily grateful.
And thanks for the vast circle of knowledge I've been able to tap into by reading and contributing to PAS over the years, and the friends I've made here.
Special and hugely important - on ya!
comes on cassette, because that's what all the cool kids are pretending to listen to these days
I was reminded by Paul Kean last night that I made the tapes that Toy Love played pre-band at their shows/on their tours all those years back. I had quite an (unpaid) industry doing so at the time and TL used to request these before tours.
I had completely forgotten.
Of course, it killed music stone dead....
Never discovered whether the same thing happened here - those were the days when NZ actually pressed lps locally...
Happily no, although a few short years earlier EMI did provide this edit to the NZBC:
Worth heaps now.....
Aww man, I love the Silver Scrolls. It's the best local musical event of the year - no media, no fuss, just music folks.
I get to hang around with 35 years of good friends and talk silly stuff, get a bit misty, a bit pissed and, well.....
Last night, though, one of the huge highlights came in the hour or so before the awards, which I spent with Mike Perjanik, now the Australasian chairman of APRA but more importantly to me a guy who created a huge slab of the stuff we know as New Zealand music from the 1960s. His resumé as producer, bandleader, arranger and musician from the first half of that decade just awes and I felt like a kid again in some hallowed presence.
As we drove into the carpark below the Civic he said "I started in a coffee bar up above us here called the Piccolo. I guess tonight is really for all the people who started in all the Piccolos, right?"
A well groovy brass band:
The one I was looking for, Voodoo Ray:
At the time, the biggest gig any NZ band had ever played at home.
That honour might actually go to Larry Morris. The Angels were booked to play with David Bowie at Western Springs and pulled out at the last moment. The posters were already printed so Larry quickly renamed his band The Angels and played the gig.
Might be worth noting that "minor hit" of theirs secured them the support slot for Dire Straits at Western Springs.
I'm not sure that it hurt, but mostly the support acts tended to be "chosen" because of contacts and relationships with the promoter. I scored These Wilding Ways, who I managed, a U2 support in 1989 because I knew the promoter (and we had an unrelated business relationship at the time) and the above "Angels" scored because Larry was managed by Hugh Lynn who was also the promoter.
And score it is too - a support gig gets you a pro-rata % of the APRA fee, so if you play 10 songs and the main act plays 20, you get 10/30ths of approx 2% of the gross ticket sales - yay.
That SS story is hilarious. I was pulled aside years back by one member - not saying which - and asked who I regarded as the Satellite Spies and would I support him with a letter.
I said I really had no idea, and (didn't say this bit) really had never thought about or cared, plus I regarded Destiny in Motion as one of the eighties low points (it made the Nature's Worst compilation list that Wayne Bell and I put together a few years back for a giggle).
So, no but best of luck with whatever.
The odd thing - and something I'm going to have to deal with in the months and more to come - is how people blow up such minor achievements in their own minds.
I'm as guilty as anyone of that, but it seems particularly prevalent in music - a minor hit decades back gets somehow mentally conflated into a major cultural landmark over and over.
I've got a list of some at the bottom of this page on my site.
Howick By The Sea was a horrible place. The best of the suburban gigs were often to be found in Church or RSA halls.
Once again (and no I'm not trying to get traffic) some terrific shots down page here courtesy of Mo Cammick's lens and unfailing eye.