Nelson I: Sunny Nelson

According to the lady at the counter of the internet cafe (that actually serves actual coffee), Starbucks don’t use coffee. They use “that flavour” and they “don’t give you a choice”. Well, I guess I won’t be going there for my morning cup o’ corporate oppression.

Nelson is, so far, not sunny. I arrived yesterday evening, just as the sun was setting. I found my way from the airport to the city and did a little evening orientation walk, detouring by the State cinema to see the Simpsons move (quite funny, yes).

The main drag seems very nice and tidy and has no-skateboarding symbols painted all over the footpath. No, we don’t want any of that carry-on around these parts, thank you. It’s very much a typical large New Zealand town, but it’s also got this neat-and-tidy thing, which I’m guessing results from being a tourism hub. Something like that.

This morning I was a bit “Boo. This place sucks. I wanna go home and hang out on K Road.” But now I am, like, so over that.

I went for a walk up to the Nelson Cathedral. I like that it’s an iconic building that’s kind of evolved over several decades (no doubt as a result of interruptions from wars) and sort of all fits together. Sometimes I get a sort of claustrophobia when I’m inside large enclosed spaces, but I didn’t get it with Nelson Cathedral.

Then I went to the Nelson area museum, which was very much a typical regional museum. Press a button and hear a recording of an old timer talking about something that happened when they were a young un! Marvel at a greenstone tiki found locally! Rejoice in memories of the Queen’s 1954 visit! Get freaked out at the creepy 3-D head of Wallace Rowling that seems to follow you as you walk around the room (OK, so that last one wasn’t so typical, and will no doubt haunt my dreams.)

But the biggest question is – is sunny Nelson actually sunny? Well, it wasn’t this morning, but it is now. Kapai, Nelson.

The Cure

I turned up at Vector Arena last night with teh Matt. There were queues and queues of people, many of whom were obviously ex-goths. The queue moved fast and we made it into the building, where we stocked up on beers.

We entered the arena and discovered that the band had actually started playing, and so we had to squeeze our way past a bunch of middle-aged people, along to our seats conveniently located in the middle of the row.

OMG – the seats were awesome. Front row, and around far enough for the stage to be on a good angle. (Chur, teh st00 for that.)

Matt had seen the Cure play in Prague in the ’90s (or so his memory leads him to believe) and I’d never seen them play. I wasn’t sure what they’d be like live, but there he was – Fat Bob, up on stage, playing his guitar.

I sent a Twitter update:

8.54pm Fat Bob is playing the spider man song. Robyn has had several beers. Going off.

It was a long concert – a good three hours. And when you’re drinking beer for that long, a loo break is needed. So we kept disrupting our fellow row-mates. I tried to time mine so I left at the end of a song. I waited until the end of a long, dull song, hoping the next one would be thematically similar, but no, it was “Friday I’m In Love”, dammit. Fortunately I made it back for “Just Like Heaven”.

I’m not a massive Cure fan, so I don’t know all their songs, but my impression was that they played a good mix of old ones and newer ones. I was pleased to hear “Wrong Number”, cos that’s a secret favourite of mine from 1997.

By the third encore, there’d been “Jumping Someone Else’s Train”, a rocked-up version of “Killing An Arab”, and then it all ended spectacularly with “A Forest”, which is probably the best Cure song ever.

So, thank you to Fat Bob and his Gothic Minstrels for a really excellent night.

I have a headache.

1987, man

Two teenage boys got on the 006 bus at Mt Eden. They happened to sit across the aisle from a guy probably in his late 30s who was decked out in motor-racing-logo-emblazoned clothing.

Almost straight away, he started telling the boys his plans for the day (going to visit the girlfriend, then over to his mate’s to watch the footy), and then started reminiscing about the golden days:

I used to be involved with stock-car racing. 1987, man. 1987. I was in a car down at these races one night, and there was 10,000 people there. 10,000. The atmosphere was electric. You could cut it. That’s how electric it was. I mean, they weren’t all there to see me. There was actually this fella from the USA who was there, but when we came out, all the lights were on and there was 10,000. I thought, “Shit – this is it.” It was pretty tough in those days. You had to hang on. You let go, you’re gone. 1987.

One’s social calendar

I was extremely excited to receive an email from Melanie today informing me that the notorious J.U.S.T.I.N. was coming to Auckland. Yes, Mr JT is going to be performing at Vector Stadium in October.

Having already shelled out for awesome seats for next week’s Cure show, I am convinced that the construction of Vector Stadium was a conspiracy designed to defraud me of my hard-earned cash. These travelling entertainers come and seduce me with their musical songs and fancy dance moves and in return I give them money.

I’m also looking forward to next week cos after I see Fat Bob and his Gothic Minstrels, then I’m gonna hop on an aeroplane* and head to sunny Nelson. Or at least it had better be sunny, but, then it is winter, so I’m not exactly expecting a tropical paradise.

My knowledge of Nelson extends thus far:

  • I went there for a couple of days in 1993. It was nice.
  • Courtney Love went to Nelson College for Girls for a few years.
  • It’s in the South Island, but it feels like it’s in the North Island.
  • It’s sunny.
  • Um…
  • It was named after Nelson Mandela.

So no doubt it will be a voyage of discovery.

* To offset the carbon footprint of this flight, I have given up using lead pencils, cos they’re made of graphite, which is pure carbon, right? Right?

Smile for the camera

I really dislike group photos – the kind where someone says, “Everyone gather together and we’ll all take a photo!” And then there’s camera swapping to ensure that everyone has their own version of everyone else standing around.

I was at my uncle’s 70th birthday party a few months ago and a large portion of the party seemed to be dedicated to herding everyone together, posing people in various combinations and taking photos to prove that, yes, on Saturday 5 April 2007, Robyn, Jeremy, Jane and Richard were all seated together on a couch in Waipu Cove, staring at a camera.

The group photo seems like a throwback to film cameras, where film, processing and printing cost money, so it was more economical to gather everyone together for one (1) group photos rather than taking multiple photos of people at the event.

I’m all about capturing the spontaneous mood of an event, as it naturally unfolds, rather than pushing everyone into a corner and demanding that they smile.

But down at the much more fun side of photography, my Moo StickerBook arrived today! OMG!

Moo specialise in making cool things from Flickr photos, and have just started making these sticker books. Now that I have a fat book of 90 stickers, I can dot the streets of Auckland with the little vinyl squares of my photographic works.

Moo sticker book

Moo stickers