Monthly Archive for February, 2006

Tuesday Allsorts #1

David Beckham 27 Feb 2006Why is this man smiling? “Er, Victoria, a pigeon’s just crapped on my shoulder.”
Presenting the first of my weekly (weakly?) lists of stuff I’ve stumbled across via the web over the last seven days.

Firstly, it is unlikely that I will be purchasing the new red England away top despite my being a prime candidate (I bought the 2002 reversable version and still wear the blue side). Even though it is un homage to the classic 1966 World Cup winning shirt it’s still too busy for me. What is it with the little white ‘thing’ on the right shoulder and the Umbro logo is as wide and prominent as the three lions? And they have persevered with the tiny gold star which made the last shirt seem like it belonged to the People’s Republic of China. Anyway, on to the interesting stuff:

  • The Guardian talks to Underworld, Ray Davies, Pete Shelley, Richard X, Johnny Marr, Nick Hodgson, Rhymefest, Peter Hook, Tony Hicks, Gary Numan, Ron Mael and KT Tunstall about how some of their signature tunes came to be: “The drum pattern was ripped off from a Donna Summer B-side. We’d finished the drum pattern and we were really happy, then Steve accidentally kicked out the drum machine lead so we had to start from scratch and it was never as good.” (Peter Hook from New Order talking about ‘Blue Monday’)
  • Not new, and not updated since Feb 2004, The Truck Driver’s Gear Change chronicles those crimes against pop music caused by a chord change during a song the only purpose of which is to disguise the fact that songwriter has run out of ideas. Examples (mp3) include Wings’ “Mull of Kintyre”, The Jam’s “Going Underground” and Terry Jacks’ “Seasons In The Sun”: “Not only is there a premature gear change after the second chorus, but towards the end of the song there are a further two in a row. They’re so ill-advised that you can hear the nervousness in his wavering voice as he tries to resist each time. All it achieves, though, is the effect of everything going horribly out of tune. I’m not absolutely certain that the word ‘cacophonic’ exists, but that’s the most apt way to sum up this atrocity.”
  • Brokeback Comment“They ain’t cowboys, they’s sheep herders” (via Metroblogging Los Angeles)
  • WFMU’s “Beware of the Blog” uses Google Earth to locate ten favourite movie locations including the cliff Bud Cort drove his car off at the end of Harold and Maude, the waterfall pool that Michael York and Jenny Agutter dive into at the end of Logan’s Run and the bank and street from Dog Day Afternoon. I can’t run Google Earth on this ageing PowerBook but I look forward to soon joining the 21st Century. Maybe even next week.
  • 9 tips for running more productive meetings. Excellent, sensible advice.
  • 359 pieces of advice to directors of Shakespeare: “255. Casting a black Desdemona alongside a black Othello is kind of missing the point a bit.
    256. The Montague clan are not aliens. No, really, they’re not.
    257. No matter how much homoerotic subtext has been built up over the course of the play, I will not end Richard II by having Henry pull Richard’s dead body out of a pool of water, having him proceed to lie on top of it, and then roll, the one over the other, all over the stage in complete silence until the curtain comes to hide them from the audience’s bleeding eyes.”
  • Finally, not only has someone in a feature film got my name, he’s the title character – and this is a film with Bruce Willis and Ben Kingsley! Some people are used to sharing the same name as characters on screen (I know an Anderson and a Harper who must be sick of it) but will be a new experience for me.

Fringe-ing Friday

Inside My Head StillFollowing a brisk half-hour walk from Newtown I, sweatily, made it just in time to Evolve on Eva Street for “Inside My Head, Out Of My Mind”. This is a self-devised piece by three young people about their own lives and struggles with problems like abuse, addiction and sexuality (not that sexuality is in itself a problem per se but it brings a lot of baggage). Essentially, this is ‘theatre as therapy’ for the participants but surprisingly effective and effecting for an audience, despite the challenging performance space. On that note I should point out how nervous I got when I saw the the front door was being locked after every patron and I couldn’t see any alternative emergency exit.

Nature of Conflict: When core funding is found for the VOICE Arts Trust I will be producing a web site for them. So, fingers crossed then.

VOICE Arts and Evolve scored major bonus points for finishing before the 7.35 kick-off of the Hurricanes v Cats game and I made it to The Establishment just in time for Fa’atau’s third minute try. Then it was across the road to meet AF and her friends at the Paramount for “Heavenly Burlesque”. It was very busy which shouldn’t have been a surprise and I was immediately accosted at the top of the stairs by producer, Tom Beauchamp, and performer Maria Dabrowska in some form of bizarre, farmer-sheepdog arrangement. This involved the delightful Maria biting my leg which was probably a lot less amusing for her. I wonder whether, when she told her mother that she would be pursuing a career in the arts, this was what she had in mind.

Heavenly Burlesque StillThe show itself was a barrel of laughs with a good smattering of comedy and dance and acts taking he opportunity to promote their own shows around the Fringe. It’s great advertising! To give you an idea of the calibre of the company, they could afford to leave Fergus Aitken on the bench in his angel wings. According to the Fringe programme they have one more weekend but, seeing as they are the only thing making any money at the Paramount at the moment, it wouldn’t surprise me to see it return in some form. Following the show I got to hang out with old friends in the bar while DJ’s played plenty of that loud music the young people seem to love.

Nature of Conflict: I can’t go in to my issues with the Paramount in any detail here (at least until they sign their copies of the settlement document, I get my compensation and they buy my shares) but I hope it is enough to say that events like “Heavenly Burlesque” are bitter-sweet experiences. They wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t built the relationships with the performing arts community in the first place and it is satisfying to see those initiatives pay off but sad that I’m not able to be a part of it any more.

But, as of next Thursday, I will be back in showbusiness in a full-time capacity and hopefully I can have a positive influence once again – without all of the unpleasantness.

I’m not much interested in ‘forgiving and forgetting’, and I still find it therapeutic to point out their failings whenever possible. In that spirit I present the Paramount ad from the Fringe programme (click on the image for a larger version):
Paramount Fringe Ad 2006
Leaving aside the fact that they can’t spell conferences or the name of the street on which they do business (Courtenay), or even the fact that they seem to be everything but a cinema – what exactly does “Wellington’s Unpretentious Arthouse” actually mean?

Are they trying to imply that the other arthouses in Wellington are, somehow, pretentious? Like the Rialto with their Tip-Top Choc-Tops and post-mix Coke? Or the Penthouse which happily plays every Harry Potter film and is still running the angst-ridden, sub-titled, melodrama The World’s Fastest Indian among other ‘pretentious’ titles like The Constant Gardener and The Producers? Or - hold on, I’ve run out. That’s it.

Not that anybody but me cares, but if you replaced “pretentious” with “professional” the ad might make some sense.

iTunes Sentience (pt 2)

Gary Numan - Complex (1979)Apologies for the lack of entries this week. The real world has intervened – but in a good way for a change. This sunny afternoon, preparing to take in my first two Fringe shows of the season, iTunes threw Gary Numan’s live version of Bombers at me, followed by New Order - Shellshock.

What a great way to start the weekend!

I’ll try and squeeze the Hurricanes and Cats in between shows and if I can pull that off I’ll be a very happy man.