on the road…
Any chance you could upload the 3-panel (from memory) strip where a roadie reveals his sensitive pet-keeping side? I liked that one a lot.
Great shots, thank you! Rupert E Taylor looks even cooler than he did three decades ago.
They once publicly objected to Mojo travelling to Masterton to talk on community radio. So the Bill needs to have safeguards against such attacks.
That was one of their earliest outings, from which they rapidly retreated with their trousers on fire.
Stuff’s cartoonist Tom Scott has perplexed me with his ‘tribute’ to Aretha Franklin.
Why has he chosen to use Milton Glaser’s iconic 'psychedelic Bob Dylan hair' as part of his image-making?
Sure Glaser did do a portrait of Aretha but it looks completely different to the Dylan image – why introduce the well known graphic shorthand for Bob Dylan into the exercise? – some lame – or lazy – ’60s reference maybe…
Not a shred of genuine feeling for Aretha or her music in evidence there. Why, ffs? As his John Key-era work demonstrates, Scott never lost his natural-born gift for inspired caricature. Why didn't he employ it in an Aretha tribute? Did he knock something up in a hurry in response to an editorial ask? It's the most generous explanation I can muster for what looks sadly like a senior moment candidate for great Photoshop fails, NZ edition.
Thanks for the Always Running link. A nice cherry on top of one of the richest Friday Music posts yet.
But he's a kinder (and funnier and hipper) bloke than you'll see on TV. At least he used to be.
I don't doubt it, though I had the mildly disconcerting impression a few years back that he was being positioned as a possible successor to the now mostly unlamented Mayor Bob. Back around the time of the wacky white lights of hope, when Chchchians would still vote for anyone who'd been on TV.
Stay classy Jase, just say no.
We make excuses after the fact for things we did not make efforts with at the time, trying to blame teachers and the education system for not forcing the knowledge into our unwilling brains. This goes as much for any attempt to teach “life skills” as any subject. From memory, when I was in high school (the 80s)...
In the late 80s there was a follow-up program for those diagnosed with cognitive disabilities who'd left school the year before. Former "special class" kids spent two weeks at Carrington Tech learning how to decipher supermarket specials, operate a bank account, and maybe plan towards getting a driver's license.
A touch of campus life called for a wardrobe upgrade, so it was off to The Warehouse, where the prize score was a sweatshirt proudly emblazoned with UNIVERSITY OF PARIS, SORBONNE. And why the hell not? It's all tertiary education, after all.
I think it is quite rational that someone would want to hit Jason Gunn, he has a very smackable face
Jase wouldn't mind, as long as he was on TV.
...this tedious old fool.
Anyone who believes that Brash is in any way his own man has to be compensating for some kind of trauma, such as the shock of discovering that one was deceived over the existence of Santa Claus in childhood.
From having his keyboard hand guided by John "Kiwi-Iwi" Ansell when "posting" in Kiwiblog's comments, through delivering a speech ghost-written by Michael Bassett, it's only ever a question of which team he's currently taking one for. You could count the genuine public intellectuals in this country on the fingers of one hand, though there's no lack of preening crackpots. Brash is a crackpot's crackpot.
...but only because he is a 'useful idiot'!
I thought they were playing that angle for laughs, especially when Jason Gunn popped up. Perhaps they should eliminate any ambiguity by replacing him with Don Brash.