April 21, 2011 by vinylburns
Good tidings to you all
I write via the wireless web, from this seasonal cave beneath the Logan Campbell centre at Auckland’s prestigious Easter Show. It’s a streamlined and fiscally refined operation this time around, although they still wisely invite myself and the rarely Un-silenced Sam Wills to unleash our wares on the stadium arena.
Between twisted misappropriation of sheep, the prerecorded Pacifica, the Andean band with a suburban cellist, the 8 animal agricultural show and the cookie bear fun park & product placement joyride facility… We slide in a gently irreverent 40 minutes of loose show business and retro-mistic vaudeville.
These are the days of the 2011 show. A whimpering silhouette of the majestic beast, formerly Hauled out, year on year, to consume tens of thousands and spurt them out again, a little lighter for their visit. Today, it is broadly paved and spacious transit route from hotdogs to hype masters, chop talking sales speak and pasty flim-flam…
Perhaps it was always this way, but there used to be enough of it to allude to a sense of satisfied exhaustion.
I would never say to you that we are the best thing here…
I would never say that.
An old, wise VInyl Burns