Parihaka Commemoration..

good morning listenersss

On the 5th november why don’t we give the fork to mr guy fawkes because he’s a spoon. Why not. why don’t we, while using our steak knives at our local guy fawkes barbie cue stake the guy for sure.. burn him on the steak like we burn our steaks on the barbie..

Its time we called this guy fawkes so called celebration a lemon. It’s a belmont. It’s a le


aky house. It’s a fridge with bad seals. its mikey havoc on ‘you wanna be a superstar’.

Let’s fork guy fawkes once for all and all for once…!!

And let’s be honest… we celebrate guy fawkes just because…we cant think of a better reason..

Now im not from the spca. Just cos a few sour pusses and hot dogs get a little close to the action – we shouldn’t ruin it for all the sensible cats and dogs who respect fire works.

Im not a member of the fire brigade. Nor a member of the girls brigade. Im not a member of any brigade advocating safety matches and fire safety badges.

No.. this rant is purely anti-guy. Guy fawkes is a bad d grade horror flick where the killer returns from the dead every year on 5 november to remind us how unimaginative and dull we are by remembering a violent terrorist plot that couldn’t be hatched, dispatched or matched. We light up to celebrate a loser and end up with the classic fizzer. If ever there was considerable evidence to diss the big bang theory – guy fawkes must be it. Nothing very big.. nothing very bang.

Nothing wrong with a few beers and a barbie with mates and giving a kid a sparkling sparkler to sparkle themselves.. but lets not pretend, and mostly we don’t care of course that something is happening here, … cos nothing is happening here, is it mr tyndyle.

Waitangi day is tricky, easter is just 2 days off for those stoned by the death of christ, queens birthday is naff, and labour day is good to test the boat out and christmas is just a birthday with different wrapping paper… anzac day rocks but that’s only one out of 365!!

Stop it I say…

Is now the time to invest some significance in our nations meager lot of sad celebrancies that are really just celibacies – sure, these dates have got legs on the calendar but nothing between these legs is getting up on the good foot… there is no seed. There aint no germinate. there is nothing going on in the sack people... Our festivals are ill conceived and barren and guy fawkes is the miscarriage of them all…

America for instance, has martin luther king day – a holiday in honour of the peacemaker who championed the black cause with his blood and dreams and big beautiful mouth..

Lets dream a little in aotearoa…

In new zealand we could honour our own staunch peace maker who wasn’t afraid of the big bad wolves of the crown. In parihaka, in 1880’s, a village in the shadow of taranaki our school books forgot to tell us about, lived a man named te whiti who welcomed followers from all tribes
to his village. They came seeking refuge, displaced by land wars and
confiscations, and were welcomed in peace.

The hunger for dirt meant the colonial powers continued to partake pasture. Te Whiti stood barefoot on his ground unwilling to let his land be carved like a fish. He prayed to his god and summoned the courage to live peace on earth, good will to all men.

On the 5th november, te whiti and his followers welcomed the colonial armed forces –poi took on cannon, where waiata greeted bayonets where children sang songs. Te whiti was arrested, his village sacked, his women raped yet he never betrayed the wairua of passive resistance. Later ghandi would get ideas…

It's as blindingly obvious as a 48 may show with lots of crowd blinders. Celebrate parihaka. Fork guy fawkes. Get soul but don’t be a soldier..

You’ve been listening to a rant sponsored by the parihaka project on the generator…

the tui awards

Why is Hamilton the ugly sister forgotten in the league of rock, like a bad frock at a waikato diocesan balll..???

Why are we listened to but not ever heard?

Why is the Hamilton rock scene like the proverbial tree in the forest that no one hears falling?

Was fabulous to see Pluto play live on the new Zealand music awards – the tui’s. Was wonderful to see Hamilton represented by the bass player of Pluto, the great mike hall, who many listeners will not know – and yes an exclusive generator honest dave investigative rant reveals – that mike hall spent a year in the great tron as a student of st Andrews intermediate school.

Mike’s formative musical foundation was carved from the pre fabs of st Andrews Hamilton.. but nobody knows…

Yes, sure mike hall….was later forced by the wheels of rock n roll to say good bye to Fairfield bridge and ply his trade in the city of sails and congestion and borders bookshop and hare Krishna cafes and seriously good record shops on k-road in ak…..…….. but should the tron’s love be forgotten/. No my friends

Pluto are an underated band who’s bell has not quite tolled me thinketh. The pipeline under the ocean album is sonic beauty… tasty to a capital T. all trademark harmonies and imaginative melodic power

but is it too much to ask that mike acknowledge his roots…the geography hat maketh the band?

The Wellington sound on the tui’ s music awards got it’s fifteen minutes of fame, yes, all tied up in one song, with the extended, extended, elasta girl version of the fat freddy single….all of them Absolutely positively Wellington.

Imagine if The Pluto bass player intro’d the song…. Milan the singer doesn’t really milk his self promotion time at the microphone obviously… so it should have been game on…. Kia kaha brother……if national mp for Hamilton east, david bennnet can knock on 17000 doors to win the seat for national, how hard could it have been for the Pluto bass player to ask 3 other band mates if he could deliver an important message on the night

The Pluto bass player who spent a year at st Andrews from Hamilton could have said, and I’m sure deep down, he really wanted to…

‘ we’re Pluto, glad to be here, big ups for st Andrews hamilton

or , ‘we’re Pluto, from the root to the fruit im Hamilton through and through….. I miss you garden place…!

Or

‘we’re Pluto, I spent a year in the tron, the residence of rock -this one's going out to Hamiltonians everwhere…. Keep the faith….’

He could have worn a t-shirt that said…. Hamilton my xhome, or I love Hamilton, or I come from the wrong side of the river. Or god bless Hamilton or even just worn a waikato beer t-shirt which probably would have been the pick of the bunch…. Ironic with a haunting sub – text of perhaps not being ironic. Very post modern.

Mike last week at diggers also had ample chance to honour st Andrews and the music teacher who taught rolling stone riffs on the recorder. Karl marx spent a pivotal year in London and we all know about it but mike remained remiss and mute.

Alas, the moments have passed ….. the people of new Zealand know nothing about the heritage of the bass player of Pluto… his gift being staunch bass lines, gift wrapped from the heart of Hamilton to the nation

Perhaps… what the Hamilton tourism council should consider for next years tui awards is employing a trombone player in a white track suit to sell Hamilton.

Mr ritolin from fat freddy’s is obviously the last cat off the skank. While fat freddy’s embellished their highly crafted sound, and the visual symphony of many cats on stage, my eye was constantly, involuntraily drawn to the track suit guy on the tui awards. Nothing wrong with track suits. … but mr track suit with a trombone to boot kicked some serious camera time with his stage maneuvers.. annoying, annoying, annoying…

No one watching the tuis could have missed the promotional potential of having a misfit in a band of severely cool people stealing 15 seconds of fame from the rest of the crew. Yes it might be shameless, but imagine if it was for a cause….imagine mike hall shouting out his turangawaewae, telling people about his personal relationship with Hamilton, saying it loud about the rose gardens -then I would have said ‘nice one’

Lets be clear… mike hall needs to deal with his denial of the tron for the good of rock in this town.

This has been an honest dave rant in support of Hamilton music on the generator…