Posts by Mark Easterbrook
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Saw you there enjoying your LCD Soundsystem, Russell. My highlight as well.
For my 2 cents worth: I came away feeling like the crowd were very happy, relaxed, and friendly this year, and on their best behaviour.
I didn't see anything on a par with what you saw Damian, but I got a sense that the Security folks this year were a bit less easy going than in previous years. I've done their job - and you can by large and authoritative without being a dick and spoiling people's fun. Surprise surprise: people are more co-operative when you use your manners.
Hero of the day: the guy from one of the food vendor caravans distributing flattened cardboard boxes as makeshift umbrellas, when he could have just gone inside and ignored everyone.
Villains of the day: Taxi drivers. It was pouring with rain, people were getting desperate, yet I saw at least a dozen drive off after being hailed, because fares weren't going to be big enough. I experienced it myself, twice, before actually leaning so far into a taxi window that the driver couldn't pull away. Poor. If they behave like that when the RWC rolls around...sheesh.
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Two. One's a bit crazy, the other I only met once (is that socially irresponsible?)...
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Gerry gazed heatedly into Nick's eyes. "Come on now...where's the harm in mining that virginal, untouched valley..."
"But, I'm the Minister for the Environment Gerry. I...I...shouldn't let this happen..." stammered Nick.
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Okay, ew, I just made myself be a little bit sick in my mouth. Back to not thinking about political fan fic.
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It's not the kick that's the problem, it's the bit where he tries to gently brush some of the sweat out of Richie's eyes for him...
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I just sent Silke's song on to a German workmate.
Based on the brief summary he gave me, it is indeed very filthy if you understand German. -
Hell, he even managed to produce a good Gray Bartlett record or two.
Hush! Mention not his name Simon, lest he appear!
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Touchdown had a horrifying record during the reality show boom.
After an unplanned tie on one show, they decided the winner by coin toss, then reshot the 'winner' 'winning' and the 'loser' cursing their luck for 'losing'.
"Reality" TV at its finest.
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Aha....seems the show was named after the song - Smart Artz "Put a bucket on your head"
Previously for sale here...
http://www.trademe.co.nz/Music-instruments/Vinyl/45-RPM/Other/auction-281960293.htm
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Put A Bucket On Your Head was a horrid crossbred of games show, talent show, and bad Telethon-esque 'entertainment' from memory.
It was around the same time (I think) as our failed attempt at an NZ version of Hey Hey It's Saturday.
I can still sing part of the theme, for some strange (and regrettable) reason...it went something like:
"Put a bucket on your head!
Put a bucket on your head!
Put. A. Buck. Et. On. Your. Head.
Put a bucket on your head!"I'm not kidding.
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plenty of shows on other stations go from interview to interview.
Of course, as does TV. I guess what I was really grasping for was that The Wire has never been that - talk with no music. Part of what makes it special is that it's never treated music and current affairs as things that live in isolation from each other. On a good day, the music gets woven into the narrative, used to underline interviews or provide a counterpoint. Or for sheer comic value...
I would have hated not being able to play my favourite tunes.
...such as following a review of Nigel Latta's AWFUL, AWFUL, AWFUL first book (a creepy slasher novel) with XTC's Making Plans for Nigel...