Barry comes to the party.

I spent Christmas day at Richard (of RBB)'s place. His Uncle Steve likes to chat.

"...it was just after the time I'd been 

working for Barry Brickell..."

Richard (of RBB) said to me, "I don't usually listen to what he is saying but I pick up certain words. I often hear the name Barry Brickell." He went on to say that Barry was a potter who Uncle Steve approved of.

Today I went with Richard (of RBB) and Shelley to The Dowse in Lower Hutt (not my favourite city - even Sodom was better). You know how I feel about galleries like The Dowse and I have to say that today I wasn't disappointed. Most of the space was given up to some guy called Gavin Hipkins.

An example of Gavin's crap.

Gavin's stuff needs long written explanations because, without that, you wouldn't a have fucking clue what he is doing or why. His stuff was spread over five or six different spaces. Each room covered the same theme, showing that Gavin is a one idea guy.
Shelley said there was some pottery upstairs. Pottery = cups and saucers, vases, bottles and jugs trying to pass as art.
I said to Richard (of RBB), "It won't be the real thing unless we can find something by Barry Brickell.

Then I found his name!

And then a picture!

I thought, "They must have at least one example of his work here!"

And then I found Barry's name again!

AND THEN THE JACKPOT!

A jug that Barry had made!

POTTERY HEAVEN!

And handy if you're having a cup of tea and need something to put the milk in.

Okay, pottery has dated badly since the 1970s, when crooked looking kitchenware was in, but at least Barry's jug has a purpose.

He could teach Gavin bloody Hipkins a thing or two!

Why do rock bands have to have silly names?

A jazz band is mostly named after the person who runs it:
The Miles Davis Quintet, The Lincoln Centre Jazz Orchestra, The Oscar Peterson Trio, The Testore Trio.
Classical Orchestras generally tell you where they come from:
The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, The Auckland Philharmonia.
Sometimes chanber ensembles take their name from someone who inspires them or whose music they play:
The Mozart Quintet, The Orpheus String Quartet.

Okay, so far it's all making sense.

Let's move onto rock bands:

The Small Faces

Hang on, where did that name come from?

The Animals

Not something you'd really want

to advertise!

Dragon

Well, at least Robert and Darek will like this one!

and on it goes!

WHY DO ROCK BANDS HAVE SUCH SILLY BLOODY NAMES?

How do you spell 'wanker'?

Find out HERE.

All you have to do to spell wanker is use the word cultured in your own name.

Yes, I'm talking about The Cultured Curmudgeon.

Or Yoghurt Boy, as

he should be called.

His post is titled SINGING WITH MYSELF. His next effort will undoubtedly be an instrumental -
PLAYING WITH MYSELF.

So this guy sets himself up as some sort of know all about culture.

Maybe, if he wants to know about music, he should watch THIS.

Now there's a song!

Good on you The Knobz and thanks for clearing that point up for us.

There are now two blog lists on the original bass bagging site.

Think top and bottom here.

Think high, as in above, better, correct.

The top list is full of interesting shit.

And then we have...

Blogs that are shit.

There's a new word for shit floating around.
It's spelt C-U-R-M-U-D-G-E-O-N.

Okay, so I've told you the truth. You know now.
Use the top list.
Better go, I'm off to a modern art gallery.

JOKING!

The Plague.

Avoid likeThe Plague.

Most blogs are shit.

A crap picture for a crap post.

I belong to a little blogging community. I haven't posted for a while, but I do read the other blogs. I won't single anyone out, but most of them are shit. There's some guy who writes from Toronto. All he talks about is the bloody snow. Snow this, snow that. Then there is another guy from Petone who seems to keep fitting doors and building sheds.
Boring.
I sometimes wonder why Richard (of RBB) posts so often. Doesn't seem to matter if he has nothing to say.
Thank Angry Jesus that TSB has taken a break. He uses more pictires of women's bums than you see in most crappy art galleries.
Okay, okay, blog updated.

One TSB hasn't used yet.

Folk music can be boring.

I remember going to a concert, a few years ago, where a folk singer sang a song with about 60 verses. I remember the words 'tu ra la" being used a lot. Naturally I was bored shitless. Because I was trying to entertain myself while he was singing (you could say that I was trying to do what he was supposed to be doing), I noticed that he was using a thing called a capo.

When he started another song (god help me - he did about five songs) he just moved this thing and used the same chords.
I thought, "Lazy bugger, why doesn't he just learn to play the guitar properly?"
My advice - if you're thinking of going to a folk music concert, think again.

I'm not really a fan of Christmas.

Certainly not.