So I wrote this thing for Audioculture about having been a music journalist, on and off, for three decades and I have some misgivings about directing you to it.
Not because of anything I wrote -- I'm pretty happy with that. But omigod, the hair. The mullet in the 80s, the goatee in the 90s. It's terrifying.
But, you know, to face the future, you have to confront the past. Be kind. It's here:
Jeez Russell, I had that exact same Nuclear Free Pacific T-Shirt, bought at Victoria Park Market I think.
Okay, it'll be difficult for Audioculture to post this (rights and all), but I just stumbled across this and I might as well post it here. Me on Radio With Pictures in in 1986:
Intriguingly, there's a touch of the the "old", slightly reedy, New Zealand accent in my speech.
Sacha, in reply to
love it
Sacha, in reply to
remembering watching RWP with Dick and him seeing for what sounded like the first time how he came across on screen.
I enjoyed the Audioculture piece Russell. Don't worry about the goatee, I've still got mine.
nothing wrong with the goatee, eventually we’ll be back in fashion…
The mullet in the 80s
I would be unkind about that, but in the mid-80’s my scalp resembled the place where morbidly obese and tragic hedgehogs went to die. So, no more snarking historically unfortunate dos…
Great piece, thanks for sharing Russell. Is it just me or did you & Jordan Luck look like brothers in that photo with the other Dance Exponents?!
Hebe,
I enjoyed your piece Russell. A life well-explored: the 80s haircuts were collateral damage for us all! Isn't life an odd circular business?
Rip it up was a great mag back in the day. Thanks for the writing Russell. Glad to hear the mag is going to be free for all again.
I remember catching the bus into town as a teen - finding RIP - coming home and tuning into BFM on my clock radio (because no-one else played that kind of music at the time) - could only get reception in one corner of the room-
The suzzy roach song by the Roaches was popular - 'I worked in the Laundromat, the one that suzzy roach does her at. I hate her guts...'
Good teen girl angst song (or something like that).
The strips comic magazines were another nz creative gem from that time.
In late 1987, I got another record store job, this one working out the back at the big Virgin store in Marble Arch. Richard Branson had just taken the company public and the accountants had begun to arrive, but there was still a touch of the counter-culture about the place and the people who worked there, who nearly all seemed to be on the way to one dream or another.
Looking at the time line you only just missed the days of the “Virgin Party”.
Richard Branson used to run an annual employee party at the Manor just outside Oxford. As I understand it the majority of employees were invited an interesting mix of airline staff, music sales and industry peeps. It was a ticket only affair and the tickets were sent out before the event. Proper popstars and management went up to the Manor itself and everyone else partied in the grounds. There were marquees, bouncy castles music free food and drink etc. The event ran from early afternoon until late, it was credited as quite a night too.
I was there for what was probably the last year that it ran, doing some security and goforing on the day. I started on the gate with Richard meeting greeting and directing traffic; red tickets to the grounds green tickets up the drive and a walkie-talkie to check “the list”. It was interesting watching how Branson stood at the gate for at least two hours shaking hands and switching on his seemingly sincere smile for incoming celebs etc. A good proportion of the Cooltempo and Virgin roster turned up during the day and were directed up to the manor (one well known band then signed to WEA showed up crammed into a yellow Vauxhall Chevette – those were the days). Mid afternoon Richard was off to party and I was left on the gate with a couple of others.
Shortly after Richard took off, people started arriving in numbers, all with tickets. Then a lot of people started turning up with tickets, I mean a lot of people. I got called away from the gate and got sent for supplies. Over the next couple of hours a handful of us took a truck and cleaned out some off-licenses, the better part of a cash and carry along with several fast food outlets. The food and drink still ran out because there by was by now a huge number of people all turning up with tickets. We tried rationing the food and drink and then had to shut the gate altogether (which resulted in the main road back to Oxford being blocked at one point). There was a near riot in the grounds with people trying to leave and other hungry, thirsty people wanting satisfaction. At one point I was stood on a trestle table that got charged as two slabs of warm canned lager arrived (I tried to defended myself with a yellow fluoro jacket!). The Police eventually turned up and shut everything down. It appears that a disgruntled employee or printer had printed several thousand extra tickets and they were being given away on street corners in Oxford and London.
While my experiences of Richard Branson were mixed, I always admired the fact that he kept writing the cheques and running the credit card for as long as possible that day. I also know that when it got ugly, it was scary and we were lucky that nothing serious happened. I guess a combination of the police, the accountants and the scare put an end to what was quite an employee party in its day.
Bloody great write-up ! RIU was a real font of knowledge and info for provincial kids around the country in those pre-internet times.
Slight mistake in the Judith Tizard pic, btw: It says "1996" but National were in gov't then and won that year's election, too. "1999" maybe ?
Simon Grigg, in reply to
Slight mistake in the Judith Tizard pic, btw: It says "1996" but National were in gov't then and won that year's election, too. "1999" maybe ?
Well spotted Grant. It's 1996 but JT was minister in waiting. Fixed.
Here's another that might work for you too:
Russell, I don't think you mentioned two local magazines that existed well before RIU: Hot Licks and, much earlier still, Playdate, among whose contributors was one Max Cryer.
Ian Dalziel, in reply to
a happy medium...
Playdate, among whose contributors was one Max Cryer.
Roger Donaldson and Max Thomson were Playdate photographers, also.
Russell did a piece here on Playdate editor, Des Dubbelt, back in 2003
- including a reprint from his 1994 Planet article...
...which goes on to precis the history of Chacha as well.
I remember Playdate being on sale at the Regent Theatre in Chchch, and I still have copies somewhere (hopefully) along with a rare copy of its short-lived fashion contemporary Vogue New Zealand - Weetbix ads just didn't look right in a Vogue
Here is a 1960 Des Dubbelt article that Chris Bourke reprinted on his fine Bluesmoke blog.
Which probably contains the seeds for the name of Roger Jarrett's Hot Licks ('74-76)
Here, the joint was jumping. Hot jazz licks floated out on to the street
Rip It Up and Shake! - were, of course, Sam Cooke songs...
Russell Brown, in reply to
Roger Donaldson and Max Thomson were Playdate photographers, also.
And its chief sub was Tom McWilliams, who long ran the Listener subbery.
I only met Des Dubbelt the once, when I wrote the Planet story, but my goodness he was a gentleman.
Great piece. Thanks :)
Great to see you rocking' the AXEMEN Muldoon poster along with the mullet :-)