dancin in the street
Wellingtonians have a certain disdainful attitude about the Hutt Valley and all that is contained within its clammy slopes. (Excepting perhaps, the Dowse and Eastborne. Oh and that crazy Japanese restaurant. But everything else is feral).
However, Saturday evening was the Jackson St Fiesta, and their big drawcard for the night was Opensouls, an awesome AK-based band I've raved about earlier here. And street carnivals always have a great atmosphere so we were up for it, despite the hazards of venturing that deep into bogan territory.
As you can see, Leanne and I wasted no time getting into the groove on the reclaimed main street. It was joy of joys when we stumbled across a band setting up on one of the three stages that was basically a re-arrangement of Olmecha Supreme, who rocked my world at One Love.
They were doing much more African rootsy style music and the tribal-priest style leader kept us in hysterics with his mantra "if you can WALK then you can DANCE! if you can TALK than you can SING!".
As you can see, I managed to keep on repping it for the white ass girls, jiving like a nana, throughly put to shame by one of the Mahal entourage (undoubtably sister of Deva/Imon Starr/etc - gawd, you should have seen their MUM dancing...!!).
It has been a week of beautifully warm sunny weather here and the summer evening seemed to stretch on forever. When Opensouls took the stage, a huge crowd was ready for it. Their set was fun and funky - they played some new stuff and their singles went down really well too. We were right up front and centre, singing along and "getting our kani on" as instructed.
Lurking about afterwards, we realised that adorably teddy-bear like trumpet player guy who grinned his way through each and every song was standing right by us. I had a hysterical fan girl moment and used my go go gadget arms to SEEMINGLY take a photo of myself, but ACTUALLY capture his talented presence on film (well, digital). (well, cellphone). (well, SHUT UP).
You'd think this would be the pinnacle of happiness, BUT THEN when i got the image onto my computer, and viewed in on a screen larger than a postage stamp, I realised I'd also managed to paparazzi Tyra, the lead female singer!! woot!
I have annotated the image and reposted it for those of you not so familiar with the band:
All in all, twas a night that made me very happy.
However, Saturday evening was the Jackson St Fiesta, and their big drawcard for the night was Opensouls, an awesome AK-based band I've raved about earlier here. And street carnivals always have a great atmosphere so we were up for it, despite the hazards of venturing that deep into bogan territory.
As you can see, Leanne and I wasted no time getting into the groove on the reclaimed main street. It was joy of joys when we stumbled across a band setting up on one of the three stages that was basically a re-arrangement of Olmecha Supreme, who rocked my world at One Love.
They were doing much more African rootsy style music and the tribal-priest style leader kept us in hysterics with his mantra "if you can WALK then you can DANCE! if you can TALK than you can SING!".
As you can see, I managed to keep on repping it for the white ass girls, jiving like a nana, throughly put to shame by one of the Mahal entourage (undoubtably sister of Deva/Imon Starr/etc - gawd, you should have seen their MUM dancing...!!).
It has been a week of beautifully warm sunny weather here and the summer evening seemed to stretch on forever. When Opensouls took the stage, a huge crowd was ready for it. Their set was fun and funky - they played some new stuff and their singles went down really well too. We were right up front and centre, singing along and "getting our kani on" as instructed.
Lurking about afterwards, we realised that adorably teddy-bear like trumpet player guy who grinned his way through each and every song was standing right by us. I had a hysterical fan girl moment and used my go go gadget arms to SEEMINGLY take a photo of myself, but ACTUALLY capture his talented presence on film (well, digital). (well, cellphone). (well, SHUT UP).
You'd think this would be the pinnacle of happiness, BUT THEN when i got the image onto my computer, and viewed in on a screen larger than a postage stamp, I realised I'd also managed to paparazzi Tyra, the lead female singer!! woot!
I have annotated the image and reposted it for those of you not so familiar with the band:
All in all, twas a night that made me very happy.
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posted by Bel | 10:45 AM
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do you think that little girl in the picture got her face painted by kiwibank or resene?
It will be easy to tell... if we see here at the Fiesta next year will the exact same irremovable paint job, Resene. If she has saved enough by then to buy all the rest of us temporary facial decoration, Kiwibank.
I love the way that in the photo of you (the non-stalker one) nothing grabs your attention more than that crazy little girl! First of all I thought she had a massively dark monobrow (a la The Simpsons) but then realised that someone wanted real glasses so bad they had them drawn on?!
And that for the rest of the post we waited it out until we could post something about it!
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Ok ok - point noted - all of youse love cute little blondies in face-paint more than up and coming NZ multi-piece bands....GOTCHA!! :P
I'm thinking it might be a poorly executed Batman(girl) type mask?! perhaps she is a Hutt-based groovin caped crusaderette of some kind...? :D
Holy smokes, thats supposed to be a bat-mask?!
And I thought I was bad at art, but there is actually someone worse. Unless she was left alone with a vivid.
Which might have been the case.
Well I'm still a better artist than that little kid.
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