Gardez l’eau

ITEM: I finally got around to watching “The Lost Boys”. When it came out in 1987, I was far too young and girly to see it (“The Labyrinth”, yes. Hot teen vampires, no).

Highlights included:

  • When Corey and Corey’s characters meet for the first time. Their eyes lock over a rack of comic books. Magic!
  • Jason Patric’s hotness.
  • The rockstar mullets of the vampires, which surely were done so they look even more outstanding when they’re hanging upside down.
  • All the vampire deaths are really awesome.

Actually, I should perhaps not post this and pretend that I’d seen “The Lost Boys” back in the day. Yeah, I wagged school snuck into the Embassy theatre. That’s it.

ITEM: At the moment the Disruptiv gallery is showing a selection of works designed to be added to “No Nuclear Fire For Amber” and pals on the VAANA mural. A number of local artists have been asked to come up with some new panels with an anti-nuclear theme, and six will be added to the mural. There are some quite good ones in the mix, and I’m glad to see aerosol art is being included this time around. This is because I am street.

ITEM: If you are making a television news story on South Auckland gangs and you want to make a point about the influence of Los Angeles gang culture on South Auckland youths, please be sure to use a video clip that is at least 15 years old, preferably something by NWA. Everyone knows that teenz are most influenced by the music that was in the charts when they were born. After all, my life is defined by the music of Gary Glitter, the Osmonds and the Wombles.

Cherries

My iPod is magic. I was planning on buying some cherries after work from the fruit shop at the village. I got off the bus at the nearby bus stop and walked along to the fruit shop. Just at that moment, my iPod randomly chose to play the Jesus and Mary Chain’s “Cherry Came Too”. There was one box of cherries waiting there for me. I happily bought it. Magic!

(Of course, you won’t see me mentioning all the times I’ve been listening to my iPod and it’s randomly played a song with no apparent lyrical connection to what I’ve been doing.)

In other news, the anti-nuclear murals on the reservoir behind the Mobil on K Road are being dismantled, digitally reproduced, and redisplayed on that wall. The originals are going to be exhibited at the adjacent Art Station gallery, and then sold in an auction.

Do you know what this means? Yes. This is my chance to have “No Nuclear Fire For Amber” proudly displayed in my lounge.