Posts by Richard Llewellyn
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Speaking of The Band, did anyone else catch the Film Festival movie from a couple of years ago, Festival Express?
Brilliant, follows a failed (financially) music festival tour by train across Canada with some fantastic off and on-stage footage of Janis, The Band, Grateful Dead, Buddy Guy etc.
The Band concert footage is superb ....
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While on the Beatles, I've gotta put in a plug for my absolute fab fave, 'I Want You (She's So Heavy)' from Abbey Road - first time I heard that enormously grunty fade-out it was "Holy Hell, is that the Beatles?"
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"Not to mention Peter kruder and Richard Dorfmeister a little further south who created one of the best modern dub albums (K&D Sessions) of all time. In my opinion of course..."
Wholeheartedly agree Peter.
And also agree with Simon about musical innovation leaping off the back of all that has come before.
On that note, much as I like to consider myself as 'in touch' with music (and love my iPod almost as much as my family), I'm really curious to know what musical innovations are coming next.
And if at some point in the future I'm shouting at my teenage daughters to 'turn that shit down' I'll make a mental note to myself to try and remember what it was like to hear reggae, the Clash, flying nun, the Pixies, brit-pop, House, stadium dance, Nirvana, dub, etc etc etc for the first time.
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"....where he put a concrete drill through it. He's right-handed, the drill was in his right hand. "
Emma - I'm still trying to work this one out :)
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I recall having had arthroscopic surgery on both knees at once following a series of sporting injuries.
Leaving the hospital, walking extremely stiff-legged with the aid of crutches, was just fine and dandy. Lying prone in the rear seat of the car while Pip drove me home was also without problem.
It was as we started descending the 74 steps to our then Northland flat that things started to get a bit wobbly.
An excruciatingly slow descent all turned to complete custard when our cat (Stanley RIP) darted out from behind a neighbours flat in full attack mode aiming at my crutches.
The shock made me miss the step with my crutch, and after what seemed like minutes of me stupidly windmilling my arms in a vain attempt to regain balance, I was forced to launch myself down the stairs stiff-legged and head first in an attempt to have the top half of my body break my fall rather than my poor old knees.
Some hours later, Pip described it, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, as one of the funniest pieces of inadvertent physical comedy she had ever seen.
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"Rich might recount the time he came home to find the house empty and unlocked with blood all over the kitchen"
God yeah, I don't know if I'll ever forget that - it was like stumbling onto the set of Bad Taste.
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"I spent two weeks in Hutt hospital at the mercy of some kid in the other bed in the room who could actually move & who delighted in throwing things at me, having to eat through a straw"
Heh - I remember that.
Reminds me of when I was a passenger in a - thankfully minor - carcrash (in the days when you only needed to be 15 to get your licence - and doesn't that seem strange now) and smacked my face on the dashboard and put all my teeth through my lips.
For about 4 weeks I had the world's most enormous lips, and had a constant stream of 'friends' visiting just to check out my interesting new face and practice their John Hurt impressions "I am not an animal" .......
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It's not my injury, that of a close friend, but of sufficient 'ouch' factor as to be worth recounting (and he doesn't mind the tale being retold).
He's a keen surfer, so he and bunch of surfing buddies went for a surfing trip in Indonesia, off a remote island reef. While surfing, he was smashed against the reef by a large wave, and had his leg trapped while being tumble-dried.
He emerged from the wave with one leg sticking out at right angles from his hip and, unseen by his friends, then had to swim a couple of hundred yards to the boat that had taken them out to the reef.
Once aboard, they realised the severity of the injury, and shot back to the island, where they carried him - with his badly dislocated hip they were having to negotiate corners like they were moving a particularly oddly shaped piece of furniture - in an effort to find a local nurse or doctor.
Upon finding someone medical, who only had panadol for painkillers, a helicopter was called from Denpasar.
After getting to the hospital at Denpasar he was put under a general anaesthetic and attempts were made to relocate the errant hip. Some hours later, he woke up only to discover that, despite their best physical efforts, that pesky joint just wouldn't go back into place (but at least he had access to some blessed morphine).
So a decision was made to fly him on an Australian Air Force plane to their military hospital in Darwin, where, some 64 hours after the original accident, some serious force under a general anaesthetic was used to rearrange his body into its usual shape.
Postscript: Took a fair bit of physio, but he's made a relatively full recovery, and has been told he will likely need a hip replacement within a decade or two.
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I agree with nearly everything you say (and you've certainly nailed my white, male, liberal, middle-class colours to the wall) but I have to disagree that buying your daughters birthday presents might/should be considered a girl biased topic.
Go the Sonics. The very reason that the likes of Kim Gordon, Kim Deal, Deborah Harry et al were/are considered goddesses to thousands of impressionable young men was because they were so damn strong and independent - so its a kind of weird (but no doubt true) observation that male dominated online discussions aren't always so welcoming of grrrl power.
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"Just think how the Indians feel: huge player base, fervent fans, pots of money flying around, at least one truly gifted player ... and they lose to bloody Bangladesh and go home."
Heh - I feel better already.
And as another reminder of the sheer importance of cricket elsewhere, apparently Tamil Tigers called a truce during the Sri Lankans v NZ semi - OK the truce didn't last long, but hell, cricket for a short while stopped a civil war.