And thanks to you and Felt for the awesome gift pack.
Damian Christie's already mentioned Something Beginning With C, which is - yes - a better, cleaner album with bigger hits and mellower mellows than the album I'm going to nominate.
But Grassy Knoll was the first CD I ever bought, at a Deka in Blenheim. I must have been 14. I had a discman, the coolest thing in the world, and I listened to it on a school trip around the South Island.
Happy Loving People has as catchy a chorus as any of their hits, but (ironically despite the title) without the saccarine or boredom that comes from having some jerk play it a million times at the rugby.
Like She Said and Don't Say Goodbye are rough but as good as any they did - except they sounded like things I could actually do (thankfully, I didn't).
Best of all, following the great It Didn't And It Does, the album had a HIDDEN TRACK! All the coolest albums had hidden tracks in those days - the early 90s version of playing a song backwards to listen for the satanic messages. Uber-cool.
It wasn't a big seller, it's probably little remembered. But for a 14 year old it was real and possible and raw in a way I didn't know music could be.
That said, I've wondered a number of times how my surname is correctly pronounced. Now some of the pronunciations I've gotten I know are wrong, but I've never even figured out how many syllables may name has, let alone where they split!
The 'ler' is silent.
RB beats me to the punch. Dipak Patel was from Zambia, or Kenya, or something though, right?
I suppose you'll be at the "Focus: New Zealand" luncheon.
Appart from that.... I must confess I'd be tempted by the spouses' program. Is Sri Sri Ravi Shankarji really Norah Jones' dad? That must make him famous...
Oh, and debating isn't nerdy for the record. It's ultra-nerdy. And we're proud of that fact.
Oh Marcelo, talk nerdy to me.
Te Heu Heu?
Well, I fired off an email to the publishers and to Whitcoulls asking why the book was embargoed.
Whitcoulls phoned back, and in a slightly agressive conversation (perhaps justifiably), they assured me that Whitcoulls had the books, wanted to sell them, and they were being prevented from doing so the publisher could distribute to independent booksellers for monday. They were sick of getting beat up just because they were the big guys, and wanted to set things straight.
The Managing Director and Publisher at Craig Potton replied to my email. According to him, Whitcoulls have demanded nothing, the books are (all?) in Nelson still, and there's nothing that can be done.
I am, of course, prepared to accept their assurances unreservedly, and apologise if I've hurt their feelings, etc.
So this is probably a conspiracy by Whitcoulls (which rich person owns them??) to stop Hagar making money...
Whoa, probably just smart (ab)use of monopsony power.
They're owned by Pacific Equity Partners, Australian-based. Now, can we find some links to Tasmanian logging interests...
kidding, of course.
And so its true. The book can't be sold until Monday.
With a new Borders opening, I think I've done my last shopping at Whitcoulls.
At least there's the media coverage all weekend, which means there's little incentive to actually buy and read the book for oneself.
"Whitcoulls have asked Craig Potton Publishers not to release the booka anywhere in the country until Monday so that no other bookstore gets the book before Whitcoulls"
By monday nobody will need to buy the book!
Stupid, stupid, stupid.