Tuesday, September 20, 2016

walk a mile in my shoes...

went to visit a friend on monday.
they lying a bed with one of those mystery illnesses.
it was a two mile stroll.
Hell I'm tuff.
weel I was till I woke up yesterday.
hmmmmm

I made it to the Candidates meeting at the town hall (events centre) last night even though every limb protested there and back.
It was a good turnout and the people there will tell their friends what they saw and heard.
The candidiates were all about themselves.
They all want the $14,000 a year before the local body amalgamation takes hold.
And they all full of talk.
What hav e they done for the community already to justify putting themselves forward?
JIll Greathead used the same ad for the last 15 years promising to promote economic growth but she could not point to one actual job she has created and lost her seat.
and the local sausage wrapper (Wairarapa News) reported one of her stunts as occuring before it took place!!!!!!
And nobody mentioned the rumour that just before the amalgamation takes place the council will sell the council yards to a private consortium for their own little private gated community right in the middle of town.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When everything is done in camera and sub rosa then no wonder people are turned off.
anyway no deals down the pike dudes.
and the council should retain its community housing.
they were really good at it and there is no reason why they could not be again.
the job is too big for the carter society who need to stick to their knitting instead of dreams of corporate expansion and then bingo along comes an ipo. 

anyway I went home and listened to Nick Bollinger on the sampler of Radio NZ talking about Randy Newman.
Hey Nick it will always be 1966!
there is no magic in music today.
it is al lprocessed and homogenised and its about watching it not listening! huh?
and Nick, wod is a songrider?
is it a wobble head wif flad badderies?
Why are all these media peeble suddenly eliding all the t consonants.
Are dey trying to be hip or wod?
Then I died and went to heaven.
Maori TV had a two hour programme on the famous Muscle Shoals (Alabama) music studios.
Amazing the number of musicians who passed through.
Aretha.
Etta James.
Wicked Wilson Pickett.
The Rolling Stones.
Lnda Ronstadt.
Percy Sledge.
The Swampers even went on the road with TRAFFIC.
yeay.
This music still has  magic and it was oozing out of the teev in huge quanta!
It doesn't need anorexic gamines emoting with a 50 strong chorus doing gymnastics to make it.
I have a nifty liddle collection of HUghes Leisure Group VHS's from the 80's before dvd's and I watdched one the other night with Nancy Sinatra.
She had it all and her go go dancers were nubile and fecundity  personified and she did not need 50 of them and elaborate sets to overwhelm the jaded tastes of tweeny boopers sated with nonsense.











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