Posts by Hebe
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Hard News: Bowie, in reply to Russell Brown,
What I love about it is that it’s all of us getting to talk about how art moved and made us.
Yes! The intellectuals are starting to kick in now, which dismantles that visceral charge of being in my suburban bedroom, listening to 3ZM and hearing the thing that makes sense of your mind, and knowing this was the door opening. I was 12 1972, and all in one year: Changes, Starman, John I'm Only Dancing, Jean Genie.
By the time Diamond Dogs came around in 1974 or 75 I got hold of the poster and put it up on my bedroom door, facing into the hall. My mother shuddered, and removed it. I stuck it up again. We came to a deal: inside my room: that was when she lost the battle for my soul. Then found Transformer because of Bowie. And the rest.
By the time of Heroes I spent the next school holidays with my head by the speakers: away with it all.
Then that QEII concert - the best stadium concert I've seen, ever. The lights, the music, and Bowie. In person. Mind-blowing. A perfect concert night and the sun going down, the bars of neon and black bars of sky... I clearly remember them ripping through TVC15 as an encore. Rebel Rebel and Heroes and I just about died. $9.50 to float for a week and never forget.
(Oddly I didn't know on FB last night that the picture-taker Stu is Stu Page, who I didn't know much later in Wellington but so many of my friends did. For years saying, "you've gotta meet Stu"; "Stu did/said/played/was at...")
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Hard News: Incoming: Summer, in reply to Nora Leggs,
We found out where all of Auckland goes on a rainy New Years day. All packed into the war memorial museum. And the rest in the Wintergarden.
Otherworldly through the elastic doors. Neat! Now I want to play with googly-eyed lenses.
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Hard News: Incoming: Summer, in reply to Allan Moyle,
evening walks up Maungawhau for sunsets and moonrises
Love it.
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Midsummer hailed orange blossom. (Never mind the technical deftness: there is none! I'm on day three of Lightroom so getting picture to page is an achievement.)
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Hard News: Cheers, in reply to Russell Brown,
Subs were doing bleak career humour years before reporters.
Forever.
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Capture: A Place to Stand, in reply to Sofie Bribiesca,
I got a nice xmas present this week. My outdoor bath. It works well and is pure bliss. Ahhh.
Nice! And surprisingly sleek against the bush. Wonderful pressie.
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PR release of the year this. Enjoy your bong Jolisa.
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Thank you so much Jackson. I loved the 2105 Tell You What and this year's looks great.
And thank YOU for the Capture , and the advice on how to make the wotsits work.
Meri Kirihimete to you and your family, and to everyone who posts their photographic marvels. I often look, but this year not so often post.
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I’ve been looking for this for a while: Greg up on top of the Port Hills in midsummer 2008, picking his way down the treacherous rocky hillside in Victoria Park.
This is home: the place where my people have stood, the place where my Great-Uncle Huia Gilpin and his mates in the Summit Road Society started replanting the gold-grass hills with natives after the War.
At Uncle Huia’’s funeral, packed with people respecting his decades as director of park and reserves, one of his friends stood up: “Not many people know,” he said solemnly, “that Huia was the honorary president of the Victoria Park chapter of Black Power.”
Hundreds of well-bred jaws hit the chapel floor, before he explained that Huia Gilpin via his Christchurch City Council post pioneered employing gangs in the PEP work schemes promoted by PM Robert Muldoon in the late 1970s. The gang employees gave Uncle Huia the presidential title out of respect.
So I’m proud of that, and the Hills are always my lodestar. I see Sugarloaf when I near the city, and I know I am home.
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Capture: A Place to Stand, in reply to Judi Lapsley Miller,
They may fly, but they keep me grounded…
Stunning.
