AudioCulture is brilliant. I'm extremely happy that it exists. Well done to all involved!
Speaking of the Exponents, while watching the X Factor on Sunday night, I was alarmed to discover that there was no Wikipedia page for "Why Does Love Do This To Me". Outrageous! I have remedied this.
From what I can tell, the groundswell of our time is live TV karaoke banging out stuff that was mostly made last century. People who themselves were once famous musicians play third rate hosts to such genius. Being a rock-star is passe, now it’s all about being some hard luck nobody getting the big shot.
Wait, are you talking about the 1970s? Because that’s sounding a lot like _New Faces_. Except _New Faces_ had the genuinely thrilling Space Waltz. But it also had the now cringe-inducing appearance of a Pakeha family of singers doing the racially awkward “Shortnin’ Bread”. NZ On Screen has the episode.
Welcome, David. I'm very happy that you've joined the Public Address whanau.
This post makes me wonder. A kid born in, say, 1997 would likely have no memory or 9/11 but would today be a 16-year-old. What would their relation be to 9/11? I'm guessing it would be similar to how World War II was for me growing up, but with less of a sense of exactly what it was.
In coming years I reckon we'll see more of this sort of treatment of 9/11, from people who were too young to have experienced it first-hand. And then it'll come out of that with a stronger identity, like how society took several decades to figure out exactly what the Vietnam War was all about. Can you imagine a Mad Men-like series set in the early '00s including 9/11 in their plot?
The way some media reports were first angled, it almost seemed as if they reckoned Jesse Ryder had got really drunk and beaten himself up.
I recently stumbled across this track from the artists formerly known as Double J and Twice the T. Actually, I think it might even predate the Double J and Twice the T days, back when Jerry and Jeremy were hip hop-loving high school pals who'd caught the attention of Mike Chunn. "A Fire In Happy Land" is harder than the family-friendly hip hop/pop they came known for. It even involves the F-word. Choice.
That's good news about No More Heroes! I've just donated. It's a brilliant film (with a brilliant soundtrack) and more people deserve to see it. It explores a really interesting and important part of New Zealand culture and the music works perfectly. And once you see it, you'll never look at hilly suburban developments the same way again.
The irony there is that it’s not uncommon for editors to hand over review copies of books and tell their poor reviewers that is the payment.
When I was a young 'un, it seemed outrageously wonderful that I could see movies for free and keep CDs that I was reviewing. And back when CDs used to be valuable, there was the old trick of selling them at Real Groovy.
But on the down side, it did encourage me to think my writing wasn't worth anything more than the price of a movie ticket.
The debate has been about the issue of journalists getting freebies, but it seemed to me that most of the tweeters who trialled food bags weren't actually journalists. They were more personalities - radio hosts, fashionistas and socialites. The kind of people whose spare rooms are already full of goodie bags from events past. They did some cooking the first night, tooted about it, then by the second night - ooh, shiny! - something else had grabbed their attention.
complete with the international romance
Leeza Gibbons was the co-host of the notoriously awful 1987 Goftas, but it wasn't until the 1988 Telethon where she met her Corrie star husband-to-be Chris Quinten. Unless the international Gofta romance was between John Inman and...
Any of the emergency services, for starters. Various time-in-service milestones are rewarded with medals, handed out at boozy parties.
Mm, heaps of industries have annual awards. And while they might not be televised, they're certainly not private. Ever been to a motel or a cafe that proudly displays an award they've earned?
The Sorta Unofficial awards were much less public. Anyone could watch online and it was later broadcast on Sky. It was entertaining and made for good viewing, but it wasn't the all-out telestravaganza we'd see in boom times. *cough* Goftas *cough*
For something that celebrates the medium of broadcast television, it would be a pity to not have an awards ceremony that uses the very medium that it celebrates.