so, just to be clear, you're saying you're playing keys on this album?
that would be well cool. it also kinda means keeping your user name might have become a bit pointless. still, cool.
that guitar sound takes me back to some of those ferocious SPUD gigs at the Gluepot - say what you will about Glen's vocal, but that band was a force of nature.
mate, he carried them to Chch hisself. seems he drop kicked the little one first, split the posts too. then carried the big buggers out one over each shoulder - eat your heart out Meads.
champion. end of.
NZ politics? never mind all that, I hear tell Ritchie is all across the earthquake stuff. Once he's got that sorted we can get him onto housing.
and what the hell is a Chief Strategist anyway if it isn't about overtly looking to exploit everything and anything for political gain rather than finding solutions to problems?
other than that, I'm as guilty as anyone in following news sources that reinforce my own beliefs, but I do try not to take everything at face value or treat politics as a sporting event where you have to back your team.
and I do wonder about the motivation levels of journos who constantly see colleagues getting the chop for reasons that have nothing to do with how they did their job. when your story placement and ongoing income is dependent on clicks you'll inevitably find yourself chasing the low hanging fruit that peddle to short attention spans and those who get their jollies from outrage. argh, I think I'll go listen to some music.
that Cracked piece was quite the wake up - in a same but different line, there's also Jonathan Pie...
so, come on, don't hold out...what was the fee?
and Kevin's stubbied legs, eh?
hmm, maybe I'm wrong. headline on Stuff today: Lorde Loves 'Sex' a Lot.
did anyone just feel a bump?
can't remember who I was talking to on the night about this, but I get a little pissed off by all this 'investigative journalism' talk.
it isn't witchcraft or even particularly clever, it used to be called working your round. you know, getting out from time to time without deadline pressure and talking to people about what as happening then going back to your desk and maybe writing something. it wasn't even reliant on banging out endless OIAs.
you'd be amazed what you learn from actually meeting the people who do stuff, but who the hell has time for that now when you're being hassled to write up some bullshit on international breast sizes or some long deleted Lorde tweet?
Unfortunately, I don't think we've even reached rock bottom yet...argh, I think my lawn needs mowing.
other than that, top night Russell, I had a blast catching up with people over a pint or two. proper journalism that is.
come on, "the trouble is you're so tall" is one of the great Kiwi short-arse lyrics.