Hard News: #BDOMemories
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Simon Grigg, in reply to
Yep, I remember the fuss at the time. God knows who it was. I think at the time we had no idea who had caused it.
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Biobbs, in reply to
The thing that put me off of "festivals" was the thowing of beer cans - it reached ridiculously dangerous extremes at Sweet Waters. Seeing The Angels guitar player bleeding profusely from a thrown can was more than bad - that he finished the show was remarkable.
I saw just 20 minutes of the Sex Pistols at a European festival during the Filthy Lucre tour in the 90s, before they walked off stage for that reason. Lydon to crowd: "If you want to throw shit, do it at all these crap bands playing here, not us..."
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Jonathan Ganley, in reply to
No, not Andrew. Other B folk.
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Jonathan Ganley, in reply to
That 1985 Lou Reed show was the first time I came up against any "No Cameras" rule. It's the norm now.
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Simon Grigg, in reply to
No, not Andrew. Other B folk.
Back in those days everyone at B was called Andrew. It was compulsory.
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JacksonP, in reply to
Back in those days everyone at B was called Andrew. It was compulsory.
Later it was Matt. I can think of at least three. Two of them Jones.
There's also been a guy called Jackson pop up recently. Chances are he wasn't born when I was there.
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Good god, the Radio B days. Peripheral I was to all of that. I remember harbouring a desire to be a newsreader. Never came to fruition. Made friends with Dickens and Lush for a brief period of time - but that was many years ago, and the memories are hazy.
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I’ve got a 1.5 metre high poster for the first BDO on the wall. I remember it was a beautifully sunny day and having space to move. Smashing Pumpkins, Urge Overkill and the Breeders! Just brilliant! You really felt part of something new and fresh. The bus rides to Mt Smart were a great part of the fun too. During the 1996 concert when it poured down we grabbed an advertising hoarding from the side of the pitch and held it above our heads. About 20 people ended up joining us under it and others grabbed hoardings to shelter under as well. We met all sorts sheltering and dancing while it poured all afternoon. It was a long time to hold a 50kg piece of wood up but we shared the load! Watching the drugs of choice change over the years has also been interesting. That 1994 crowd was so chilled out. Lots of acid and weed. By 1996 some were on speed and e’s. By 2005 half the crowd were on BZP. Today you’ll see everything I imagine. I won’t be there unfortunately. A stand-out for me over the years was Straitjacket Fits playing “If I Were You” before signing off. That first gig still seems so important.
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I was at the first one too Andre and share your sentiments.
The BDO was discussed on Radio One this morning. Host Aaron Hawkins said the best comment he'd heard was that the end of the BDO was like putting down a much-loved family pet: it's all, new, young, vibrant and exciting for the first few years, then settles into a comfortable, rewarding familiarity. But then in recent years it's gotten old, dribbly and toothless and while it's not nice, it's for it's own good that it's put down.
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Hilary Stace, in reply to
If I was an elderly person I could take offence at that reasoning.
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Yes.
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DexterX, in reply to
What is dribbling?
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It is a basketball term
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DexterX, in reply to
I see, at BDO Grant's view is that you bounce your balls up and down and then todd them into a basket - Got it.
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Hebe, in reply to
Went to Sweetwaters
What year was the one with some big reggae-type group? The pictures rifled my memory -- first time I'd thought of Sweetwaters for years. For me it was more about the adventure than the music that time. Me and my ex drove up from Wellington with trucks full of food to do a food stall. A Kesey-ish stoner disaster hoot of a week with a heap of friends. We christened our stall "Palate Palace" the first two letters fell off to make it "Late Palace" and that said it all. The music was great, what we heard of it from afar; I don''t remember mud.
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Jackie Clark, in reply to
Would that have been Taj Mahal, Hebe? Mostly bluesy worldy sort of music, but I seem to remember there being a lot of them onstage. And mud, there was a bit. Not like Glastonbury, mind.
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Hebe, in reply to
Would that have been Taj Mahal, Hebe
Don't think so; I have a feeling it was a "name" not quite Marley but nearly (the name will come back, at 3 one random morning). It was all Big Fun , and that's the thing about any good festival whatever your part is: big fun for grown-ups.
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a brief decloak to give my tuppence worth of BDO memories...and man, am I suffering an acute case of FOMO right now.
while I haven't been to many of late I'd have still attended most. one of my more memorable occasions was sitting on the back steps of the old eastern stand and seeing Courtney Love and entourage of minders walk past - nothing too odd except that she was starkers.
and for mine it was seldom about the headliners, more the bands I didn't know I'd love until I saw them, the likes of the Hellacopters and TISM.
my faves tho was abandoning a lame Chem Bros set to hear London Calling in the distance. A quick dash and I joined a small crowd of people wearing the biggest grins in the world as Joe ran thru a Clash best of and introduced us to his child as a full moon rose over the stage. a band member tried to crank up his bongoes only for Strummer to toss his towel over them and growl "no fucking bongoes.'' punk roolz.
fave BDOs would the first one - Urge Overkill's dapper suits were a highlight - and the monsoon. running out under an advertising hoarding and helping to create a ramshackle shelter until the sun came out as Nick Cave took the stage.
I dearly hope something good will take it's place.and Hillary, why on earth would an old person get the hump over a comparison btwn a festival and an old dog? did Grant make even a vague connections with anything human? don't you think he's got a granddad of his own? sheesh.
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Joe Wylie, in reply to
. . . why on earth would an old person get the hump over a comparison btwn a festival and an old dog?
Because it's an ageist stereotype that the 'elderly' have nothing better to do than get the hump?
Old people envy the young all their vigor and rhythm
Soon they'll be dead and they want to take everyone with 'em
With their leathery skin and their shriveled old underwear too
They're stuck in the past and they'll never do anything newYoung people always get hot when there's something to say
Senior citizens got us in this mess today
Apples and pears when they're ripe they fall down from the trees
Old people cling on to life like some kind of diseaseOld people, they make young people scream
Old people, they make young people lay down and dieRobyn Hitchcock, Young People Scream
The older I get, the more I like that song :-)
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
hooping (cough)…*
…you bounce your balls up and down
and then todd them into a basket…I’m unfamiliar with this todding of which you speak, several meanings jockey for comprehension in a sparse field…
perhaps it alludes to on your tod – a classic recognition of the fact that we enter, and leave, this world alone (twins notwithstanding).
or maybe it is to do with Time of Death after which we are corporeally wicker-ward bound…
of course a tod is bushy mass of foliage, which may conceal balls, and it would be apt to toss such a thing in a bushel basket (or even to conceal it beneath one)….
but for the more bush wah among us, thoughts may reel to rummy, hot, spicy toddies, chin chin…
while the ruggered may jink towards the crusading coach, Mr Blackadder!far be it from me to assume a slip in Dexter’s digital dexterity, nor to let any such thing get in the way of a toddle through the Punjab…
* or – I’m back, bored…
yrs the rebounder
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Rob Stowell, in reply to
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Alan Perrott, in reply to
or she's pushing another stereotype that they're senile and have lost all reading comprehension skills...
but either way, the question remains: why does she dislike old people so?
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But then in recent years it’s gotten old, dribbly and toothless and while it’s not nice, it’s for it’s own good that it’s put down.
old, dribbly, toothless = not nice
own good (ie the convenience of others) = deathIf attitudes such as this are common (although admittedly not in this context for humans) it is not such a jump for some with less honorable intentions to the 'worthless eaters' of another era.
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My Friday thing is to say that the Chaps are playing Meow in Wellington and the Wine Cellar in K Road next week. We're definitely not P Money* or the Chills but we help round out the complete Dunedin Sound experience. Lizards of the Cowboy Lounge. It would be fun to meet some PA folks.
* More like P Justbeforethegig
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Yikes
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