Posts by Hebe
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Hard News: Friday Music: The First Time, in reply to Samuel Scott,
And Dylan was INTENSE.
He was, wasn't he. Time Out Of Mind was one of the boys' lullaby albums when they were tiny babes. Both of them only liked growly male voices singing: Bob Dylan, Rod Stewart, Lou Reed/Velvets (the melodic songs), Nirvana Unplugged. If we put on soft baby-go-to-sleep music, both would wail, weep and eventually roar until it was replaced by an old growly down low. Enya sent them right off immediately. Only exception to the sexism was Blondie's greatest hits.
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Hard News: Friday Music: The First Time, in reply to Ross McA.,
The Cure pre goth and kinda what we got in 1980.
Yes. That's it exactly.
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Hard News: Friday Music: The First Time, in reply to Mike O'Connell,
The Cure @ Chch Town Hall. Hebe, did they play a second concert?I don’t recall – though I do recall it cost $6 to get in; Town Hall was pretty full. I think DD Smash were support or was it the Newtones?
I thought it was the Town Hall, but didn't know the date. The concert archive Russell mentioned says The Cure played the Theatre Royal, so I went with that (having a certain amount of chemical unreliability in concert recollections). Town Hall it is: I remember the foyer being very empty for a concert. It was a cracker. one of those concerts where afterwards we floated out into a cold smoggy Chchch of old, buzzing with the music and off to the Vic or some coffee shop for a bit.
Loudest: The Gordons at Thistle Hall in Wellington (another amazing gig) winter 1981, maybe Monday or Tuesday night (seemed decadent early-week going out). Tied with The Clash at the old Wellington Town Hall (1984?): crap, over-loud and ended up sitting on the stairs outside the auditorium waiting for it to go away.
One of the best ever: Patti Smith and Bob Dylan in Christchurch in 1998 or 1999. Both were sooo good, and I only went to see Patti; didn't understand Dylan before that.
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I am way too old to be posting on this thread (or possibly even reading PAS) as my first real concert was Lulu at the Christchurch Town Hall in 1974. It was my birthday present; I really really wanted to see The Sweet who were playing about the same time but Mum couldn’t stand the idea and took me to Lulu. She was pretty good, but not a patch on what I really wanted.
First big concert was David Bowie at QEII on November 29, 1978. Mind-blowing, especially loved the set which was huge vertical tube lights that formed black and white stripes with the sky behind and played in patterns (or was that the mind assistance?). Next life-changer was The Cure at the Theatre Royal (think it was underpopulated) in 1980 (edited to match with the concert date archive). They were pumping; it was an experience.
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smell the ink, I think, yes … this is my vinyl
Ah yess. Seeing the presses rumble into action as a large print-run started to fly was always awe-inspiring and epic.
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Rob Stowell,
There’s a small part of Chch where you could happily shop in Chinese, if you knew not a word of English.
Any other little worlds you know of? I so enjoyed today’s venture that, as lovely as it is, I’ll branch out from sightseeing at The Tannery. The thing with Christchurch seems to be that all the pieces have been thrown in the air and have come down in surprising new patterns. I have even found an old friend from another world and another life running a pub over the hill. A recent venture was up the valley at the back of Lyttelton, taking apart a fence: another charming wee world.
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Rob Stowell,
our ducks, who don’t know their place
A puppy soon fixes that :-)
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Chris Waugh,
good duck in Christchurch, that is good news. I never thought of it as takeaways, though…
I suppose "good duck" is relative. This is perfectly edible duck, though. I could have done with a little more crispness of the skin, but I have not had any for a long time so it's forgivable. Half a duck $16 (a whole frozen duck is $30 at the butcher so it's not outrageous). I took home the cooked duck, warmed it and soft pancake-like flatbreads, and added chopped asparagus, broccoli, ginger and garlic. Then sliced raw spring onions and diced red pepper. Worked well -- not purist but near enough to the real thing to be satisfying.
Best duck I have had was in London: at a tiny Chinese cafe in Soho. Five quid for a bowl of either duck and rice, chicken and rice, or pork and rice and bottomless pots of jasmine tea.
Chris: This enclave at Church Corner is a surprising area of Asian shops and arcades, food and fish shops, a patisserie with a Japanese name and a shoe repairer! (rare in Christchurch now because most of the central city cobblers were wiped out and the good ones are hugely popular). I go over there for the vege shops, and to escape my rather monocultural part of town.
Speaking of food: how about a Summer food thread Russell (or we could resurrect the last one)?
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Rob Stowell,
The proper Show Day parade! Cool: I'll watch the rest later. Duck pancakes to polish off (today I found a reliable source of takeaway Peking - Beijing? - Duck for the first time ever in Chchch).
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Hard News: Narcissists and bullies, in reply to Emma Hart,
Consent is not complicated. It’s really fucking simple. If you find it too confusing, you should err on the side of Always Asking, every time. And we should stop pretending that talking about sex isn’t done because it’s dull. It isn’t done because it’s terrifying.
Yep.