Nina Nastasia

Nina Nas­ta­sia is an accom­plished musi­cian, song­writer and per­former who cur­rent­ly makes her home in New York, but she’s play­ing at the Bar Bode­ga on Fri­day night with Jim White (out of Aussie week-long-musi­cal-wake post-rock­ers The Dirty Three).


More info after the jump.

TXT BUS

Welling­ton pub­lic trans­port has made anoth­er great leap for­ward. From the mar­gin of a local com­mu­ni­ty news­pa­per:

Bus users across Welling­ton can use their cell­phones to find out when the next sched­uled ser­vice will arrive. The ser­vice allows prospec­tive pas­sen­gers to find the times of the next three bus­es due by txting a four-dig­it num­ber — the bus-stop ID num­ber, dis­played on bus-stop signs — to BUS (287). A reply will arrive with­in sec­onds.

Now note that this will not tell you when the next bus will actu­al­ly arrive, but (pre­sum­ably) give you the next three bus­es due as per the timetable. So not huge­ly help­ful when your bus has not shown up for no appar­ent rea­son, and nor is it as cool as the dig­i­tal signs I’ve seen in Auck­land’s inner sub­urbs, but still a start. Now can they just sort out inte­grat­ed tick­et­ing? Kthxbai.

Exhibition: Cameo Appearance

The exhi­bi­tion Cameo Appear­ance at Mary New­ton Gallery brings togeth­er eight artists work­ing in the area of the por­trait — Tony Bond, Gavin Hur­ley, Anna-Marie O’Brien, Gary Free­man­tle, Tan­ja Nola, Octavia Cook, Are­ta Wilkin­son and David Cauchi.

And then my magical art powers failed me, 2007 by David Cauchi

And then my mag­i­cal art pow­ers failed me, 2007 by David Cauchi

Jo Russ’ photo diary

On a recent vis­it ex-Welling­ton­ian pho­tog­ra­ph­er Jo Russ used her artist’s eye to snap a set of images which share a cer­tain group char­ac­ter­is­tic; I’m not sure exact­ly what it is, but I feel like I’m look­ing at the mun­dane and the famil­iar from an out­sider’s fresh per­spec­tive.

More after the jump.

Hamish McKay Gallery reopens

(via White Fun­gus News…)

The new Hamish McK­ay Gallery is now open at Lev­el one, 39 Ghuznee Street.

More info after the jump.

Why Science Fiction is the only legitimate artform of the 20th and 21st centuries

Local artist, writer and intel­lec­tu­al David Cauchi is giv­ing an address at the Film Archive on Sat­ur­day after­noon.

David is a right old char­ac­ter, and also the painter of one of my favourite works of art — enti­tled The fab four (Tas­man, Cook, Du Fresne, De Surville) (above).

More info after the jump.

Pop Levi

Hey I’m excit­ed. Liv­er­pudlian nu-glam and ex-Ladytron bassist Pop Levi is bring­ing his hyper­ac­tive T. Rex-isms to the Bath­house.

More info after the jump.

Wellington Music Month 4: Gettin’ Serious

Some favourites:

The Avengers
For a time in the late six­ties The Avengers were one of the high­est pro­file rock bands on the New Zealand scene. Their song Water­pipe is one of the great­est songs to ever glo­ri­fy the joys of using water in your bong. The 1968 debut LP Elec­tric Record­ing has pos­si­bly my favourite album cov­er art ever — look how cool they are — as well as being a damn good record. They went to try their luck in Aus­tralia and broke up in ’69.

Bail­ter Space
Look — we have to let Christchurch have The Gor­dons, and The Skep­tics were undoubt­ed­ly from Palmer­ston North, but I’m going to have to insist despite them begin­ning in Christchurch and end­ing up in New York, that Welling­ton be allowed to claim shoe-gazey atmos­pher­ic noise rock­ers Bail­ter Space as its own. They were an incred­i­ble live band, known for being one of the loud­est of their era. Their gigs were few and far between, and many peo­ple still speak in hushed, rev­er­en­tial tones about the week in 1993 when there were TWO Bail­ter Space gigs. And their albums still stand up as being some of the best music to ever come out of New Zealand.

Birchville Cat Motel
a.k.a. Camp­bell Kneale. As Wikipedia sez,

although large­ly unknown in his home coun­try, Kneale has toured many times through­out Asia, Amer­i­ca, Europe, and Aus­tralia.

Daft name, and yet this one-man tran­cen­den­tal drone/noise act is sure­ly the clos­est thing Welling­ton and New Zealand has ever had to a glob­al music super­star.

Eight more, after this…

Getting serious at St. Andrews

An unprece­dent­ed week­end dou­ble-head­er of delec­table con­tem­po­rary music (a.k.a. “mod­ern clas­si­cal”) is about to go down at St. Andrews on the Ter­race, fea­tur­ing two of New Zealand’s pre­mier mod­ern music ensem­bles.

 

The evening of Fri­day May 4 sees Auck­land’s 175 East in The Sleep of Rea­son…, a con­cert fea­tur­ing new­ly com­mis­sioned works by Phil Dad­son and Ross Har­ris, and the world pre­miere of Aaron Cas­sidy’s solo sopra­no sax lung-twister asphyx­ia.

Then on Sat­ur­day night Welling­ton’s Stro­ma present Gnarly But­tons, described as a “cor­nu­copia of con­tem­po­rary clar­inet­tists”.

This is going to be superb. Pro­gramme details after the jump.

Let Me Lose My Mind Gratefully

Hold onto your hat and get ready for one of the most over-the-top rock n’ roll bands of all time.

Hail­ing from Japan, the King Broth­ers (Myspace page here) make it their busi­ness to some­how mash-up the ele­ments of every vital era of rock n’ roll music and then utter­ly demol­ish it. They approx­i­mate the sound of the Germs back­ing Howl­in’ Wolf — with his hand caught in a garbage dis­pos­al unit.