Deb and Fred : Whanganui : Watched the sun rise over the misty river
Steam curling up off the wood surfaces as the section of sunlight slid across them. My sodden boots are also streaming. I really need to get some gumboots
Weeding the garden today and playing with pup who likes to molest the chickens. Her owners have a coop which the dog likes to break into. Today though she ran off and found a chicken somewhere else.
She bought it back half dead. No one knows where it's home is so it's been put in the coop to recuperate.
Fred has invited me to a local musicians club Friday night showcase.
The venue is a tin shed hidden away in the middle of town. It's decorated with Maori motifs enclosing a large wooden floored space with a stage at the far end. The vibe is post war canteen and late nineteenth century misappropriation of native culture.
I'm in a venue that could be any time in the last thirty years, but the glow from the screens of personal computing devices on people's faces locks it into 2013.
First up is a dammed good looking Student band. Chick drummer who turns out to have an attention grabbing singing voice. Pounding the drums is a dude with puffy blond afro floating about his head like a huge yellow cloud. The lead guitar swaggers about like a countrified Sid Vicious who overshadows the lead vocals. A preppy guy in sports coat.
Finally the bass is carried by a blond farm hand who prefers to lurk in the background.
Blues and seventies funk drives the 'sound check'. Getting my hopes up for a fun 'set'. Keyboard set up front o stage remind me of eighties
I think someone’s dad showed up for an eleventh hour drop off, and then he disappeared. CUTE!
Chilled out crowd full of families eating take-away and sipping wine. The bass shaking the floor boards and my bowls.
Apart from the Brian Adams Cover, it was pretty good. I felt like a kid again until the girl drummer reading lyrics from an iPad and brought me back to the present. Several band members swapped instruments and singing duties.
Really cool that the kids hung around for the next band.
Second band is a very tidy Blues Brothers/Commitments style blues band with lots of brass.
I hate it when bands needle the audience to dance. What makes them think that the punters are waiting for the bands permission?
It's been my experience that if a band moves people, they don't hesitate to express themselves with some emotional motion.
The band finally brings the funk, and folk are getting their groove on, and suddenly they go and slam on the breaks. The crowd dissolves to find their seats, and the lead vocals is back to bleating at the audience to get back on their feet.
I had a great evening and recommend this to any one visiting the city. It's great that Wangani has this sort of live music.
Weeding the garden today and playing with pup who likes to molest the chickens. Her owners have a coop which the dog likes to break into. Today though she ran off and found a chicken somewhere else.
She bought it back half dead. No one knows where it's home is so it's been put in the coop to recuperate.
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Savages club
Fred has invited me to a local musicians club Friday night showcase.
The venue is a tin shed hidden away in the middle of town. It's decorated with Maori motifs enclosing a large wooden floored space with a stage at the far end. The vibe is post war canteen and late nineteenth century misappropriation of native culture.
I'm in a venue that could be any time in the last thirty years, but the glow from the screens of personal computing devices on people's faces locks it into 2013.
First up is a dammed good looking Student band. Chick drummer who turns out to have an attention grabbing singing voice. Pounding the drums is a dude with puffy blond afro floating about his head like a huge yellow cloud. The lead guitar swaggers about like a countrified Sid Vicious who overshadows the lead vocals. A preppy guy in sports coat.
Finally the bass is carried by a blond farm hand who prefers to lurk in the background.
Blues and seventies funk drives the 'sound check'. Getting my hopes up for a fun 'set'. Keyboard set up front o stage remind me of eighties I think someone’s dad showed up for an eleventh hour drop off, and then he disappeared. CUTE!
Chilled out crowd full of families eating take-away and sipping wine. The bass shaking the floor boards and my bowls.
Apart from the Brian Adams Cover, it was pretty good. I felt like a kid again until the girl drummer reading lyrics from an iPad and brought me back to the present. Several band members swapped instruments and singing duties.
Second band is a very tidy Blues Brothers/Commitments style blues band with lots of brass.
I hate it when bands needle the audience to dance. What makes them think that the punters are waiting for the bands permission?
It's been my experience that if a band moves people, they don't hesitate to express themselves with some emotional motion.
The band finally brings the funk, and folk are getting their groove on, and suddenly they go and slam on the breaks. The crowd dissolves to find their seats, and the lead vocals is back to bleating at the audience to get back on their feet.
I had a great evening and recommend this to any one visiting the city. It's great that Wangani has this sort of live music.
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