When I sought Don Selwyn's endorsement of Te Rerenga Wairua, an animated film based on the spirits' journey in the afterlife, he reacted like an Old Testament prophet with dire warnings of supernatural consequences.
Sorry, that should read "When I sought Selwyn Muru's endorsement". At the time I most definitely never confused him with Don Selwyn.
Selwyn was a firecracker.
Selwyn took a bit of a shine to me in the 90s when I had to interview him for a story once. He had a lot to say, than man. He's still with us, of course, but suffering from dementia.
When I sought Don Selwyn's endorsement of Te Rerenga Wairua, an animated film based on the spirits' journey in the afterlife, he reacted like an Old Testament prophet with dire warnings of supernatural consequences. Naturally I was chastened, until a helpful intermediary suggested a meeting with the late Don Selwyn.
Always unshakeably amiable, Don told me not to worry about Selwyn Muru, as he probably didn't want anyone else touching the story before he got around to doing his own version. As he had so many projects on the go there was no risk of that happening in the foreseeable.
Of course every time something went wrong, which it often did, I'd think "Ah this'll be Selwyn Muru's makutu", but so far, touch wood, I'm still cool. I was most impressed by his front fence, an amazing hybrid of pa palisade and junk sculpture. He told a story about a German tourist knocking on his front door asking for a copy of "the plan", so he could replicate it back in Germany.
For instance why on earth has Keri Hulme has never had a newspaper column?
She did for a while. in her post Bone People flush of media friendliness. It was in one of the then Sunday papers, when she also wrote occasional Listener reviews.
He was very pleased that the lot included a set of original 1980s Simmons drum pads – which went for about $5000 back in the day. Cue synthetic drumroll.
Ha! Remember how cutting-edge those things were, and NME's review of Kraftwerk's Man-Machine era London show which featured Simmons precursors - "This is what our fathers died to save us from".
It's easy to get the impression that this is another of those NZME paid campaigns, such as their recent multi-platform flag promotion paid for by taxpayers.
Portraying people who've exercised the courage of their convictions as a bunch of gormless dupes may be a tired old song, but they'll roll it out every time. I'd kind of hoped for a little originality, such as making the claim that the entire turnout consisted of webtrolls counting heads. I guess the problem with that would be that the people who take to the streets mostly don't look like terminal acne cases.
They managed to get Oasis, but let’s not forget Labour also tried to recruit Pulp and Jarvis Cocker which didn’t go so well.
Not only music. According to the author of this rather interesting parody they co-opted public sculpture as well. Perhaps that's why Christchurch has been "gifted" an Antony Gormley statue.
As I was leaving the Ramones show at the Logan Campbell Centre, which I'd experienced from the seated senior citizen comfort of the upstairs section, I met the illustrious Murray Cammick, who'd photographed the event from the seatless downstairs mosh pit.
He described how he'd seen a boot boy pulling a young woman's hair on the dance floor. Because he recognised the guy as a former pupil from his time as an art teacher he yelled at him to let go, calling him by his surname. Although the guy appeared to be totally out of it he instantly reverted to schoolboy mode and obeyed.
When the young woman thanked him he explained that it wasn't a big problem because he used to teach the guy. Oh really, she said, so what did you teach him then, kung fu?
Turns out the self-appointed hyper-masculinist is actually a mummy's boy.
Tahu Potiki used to have a column in The Press, but I can't find any recent ones past mid-to-late last year - perhaps he disappeared with 'the improvements' that have been made...
Destiny Church apologist Potiki's sidelining seems to have happened in parallel with hereditary Rogernome James Caygill's elevation from Ngai Tahu property manager to virtual Tangata Whenua.