Posts by Danielle
Last ←Newer Page 1 2 3 4 5 Older→ First
-
a golden early-evening spell of Simian Mobile Disco, Holy Ghost! and Hot Chip
Except that in order to get into Neil-Young-viewing possie, I will have to skip Hot Chip and wend my way to the main stage area well ahead of time. Also, TV on the Radio clashing with Lupe Fiasco makes me annoyed.
Still, these are nice problems to have.
-
Its not so much that its an annoyance, but its a symptom of people who go to gigs to be seen rather than to listen to the fucking music. The most annoying expression of this is talking. Not just saying that a song is cool, or geeking out at the band playing your favourite, but talking all the way through the gig.
Eddie, you are me and I am you. The nattering on and ON drives me mad. I do not care whether you think their last album sounded like Judy Collins and/or Steve Vai, or whether you spent a couple of days at Hahei with Johnny Fairplay from Survivor: Pearl Islands and he was actually a pretty nice bloke. Do. Not. Care. Can we listen to the peeps play their songs, please? The Kings Arms, particularly, makes me all stabby.
Although I have a certain sympathy for Tom's 'op shop pod people' thing, too. The twee are so earnest. Is there no happy medium?A little bit of bopping, generally rapt attention, occasional 'yay!' or between-song chat to your friends? It's what I aim for.
There was really nothing to complain about at Fleet Foxes, though. Well, not from up in the balcony, anyway. Also, I didn't expect them to be so funny! 'You've been a thorn in my side for too long, bean-man!'
-
Note how newby coffee drinkers also head for the sugar and milk.
Harumph. I've been drinking coffee for nigh on 25 years, but woe betide you if you deprive me of my milk.
-
the radler is pretty awful
I am the kind of drinker about whom people shake their heads patronisingly. I hardly ever drink, so I get totally smashed on about two beverages; I love things that taste completely unchallenging and sugary; I couldn't tell a good wine from a bad one if you held a gun to my head; I am pro- all drinks contained within coconut shells or pineapples, decorated with swizzle sticks and/or umbrellas; I will happily drink wine spritzers, shandies, Pimms, or Lindauer Fraise. Basically, I am a know-nothing with the tolerance of a squirrel.
I also really like the Radler. I assume this proves that it sucks? :)
-
the definitive Catwoman has left the building
I saw a show she did in Auckland in the 90s. She was totally captivating. RIP Eartha.
-
it captures the loss of purpose that accompanies the the idea that a home is finished
A few weeks ago, Ben gave me the perfect justification for being a procrastinator; now you've given me the perfect justification for living in a home of squalor. PAS rules: no matter how pathetic I am, I feel validated!
Also, all of you are very clever and funny. Yay.
Have a very happy Chrimble and a gear New Year (as the Beatles said on that Christmas fan club record).
-
(It had better not have whitebait in it, is all I'm saying)
Pffft. All things, even cocktails, can be improved with the addition of whitebait.
I went to Piha yesterday morning, before the weather all went predictably pre-Christmas bung, and my recurring Auckland summer thought came back to me: 'you know, if I had the inclination, I could swim in two different oceans and a lake today within the space of about three hours. Cool.'
I haven't ever actually *done* that, but the idea of it is weirdly thrilling. (I am a huge nerd.)
-
Can you be smug and whinge at the same time? It sounds quite complicated.
-
I have friends who are Coramandel old timers who don’t go to Hot Water beach on principle because you now have to wear clothing in the self dug pools.
In my case, I think that's best. I wouldn't want to cause anyone else on the beach that kind of distress just before Christmas. It's cruel!
-
I spent Wednesday-Saturday at a beachfront house on Hot Water Beach, gazing at the waves rolling in 30 seconds' walk away, listening to well-crafted playlists by three music nerds. In the mornings (far, far less crowded than afternoon tides) I dug little hot pools for myself on the beach and looked fondly at crazily blooming pohutukawas. I leapt into the water two or three times a day. There was a cafe with excellent coffee five minutes' walk down the road. It was glorious.
Now I'm back in Auckland and my house is all filth and squalor, and has no sea view, and I'm feeling a little 'meh'. Also, I just realised that Christmas is on Thursday and I'm going to have to venture forth to a mall and purchase things. Ick.