Easy Rider - Opening Credits

RIP Dennis Hopper

Rolling Stones Cocksucker Blues Movie Part 1

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Walk & Don t Look Back - Peter Tosh & Mick Jagger

The choon that launched a longtime fascination with the Caribbean and more particularly Jamaica. Mick looking mighty mithered, I dare say he got collared by some heavyweight collie weed.

Proud Scum - Live 1979 - I am a Rabbit

Hey hey one of the first gigs I ever attended at the YMCA, in pure D65 Kelvin and not a village person in sight.

Roadtripping

Merc and I used to make many road trips together. We never had any Particular Place To Go. He usually drove, me looking for photo Ops and him seeing symbolism in every grain of sand. Much water has passed over the iron beach since those days, yet there is a collective memory in each of our workings secreted away against tide and time. Merc always said don't hide your bushel and Dali said Life's too short to go unnoticed, so I've been reshooting/resurrecting notebook doodles in an effort to create some continuity of process in these quietish days.

Since I was a nipper I've always been on the road. I lay no claim to being either world weary or a road warrior. I'd like to kid myself and say I was both but if I'm honest, I am nothing more than a tourist. Just passing through, here or overseas.

Ok, as part of my work I do get to indulge in some pretty long-winded postcards home, but hopefully they are true reflection of a place.

Sometimes said notes get filed in the journals to be Dada'd by endless layers of ephemera and idle scribbles that I paste in, in moments of reflection, doubt and projection.

And sometimes great imagery gets defiled and derailed by endless experimentation and the only tenuous link I can make between this picture and what I just wrote, is that it is a shot of a steamroller nose, that built a new section of the North Western Motorway in Auckland, a stretch of bitumen that has launched all number of travels.

©burgseye 10

Dig 2: the lost files

With the first edition of DIGzine under our belts way back in the early naughties, the Rev n I thought we'd go large on issue 2 with an all colour second edition. HA! That is until the print estimate arrived. Not wanting to take advertising dollars we decided to shelve the project until we could we afford to release it. But now we're gonna revisit it on the web and post some pages from all the peeps who contributed. But first we'll begin with the cover that never was. Above is the Rev's beautiful Dia de la muerte cut, cos we were originally looking at an All Saints Day release.

These two are my sketchy sketches doodled in an old note book for further exploration at a later stage. The one above pretty much sums up the Rev and I's attitude to self publishing back then and below a kind of back cover ad for herbal inspiration.

Needless to say none of the above made the cut and I'm still racking my brains as to what did. It was a Reverential piece as I can remember. Rev?

©DIGubet

No-Yeah!! by spikedevildisco

an electrocumbiaspace take on the kiwi Yeah-Nah! Sit back, relax and close yer eyes....

Captain Beefheart documentary (Part 1 of 6)

In the spirit of Whanganui's current backdoor blues scene thats blowing up at Stink Magnetic and particularly the Rev's new beat at the House on Haunted Hill- I found this fantastic six part BBC doco -with John Peel narrating- on one of the dirtiest of all the white boy swamp monsters, Don Glen Vliet aka Captain Beefheart.

Picasso's Guernica Deconstructed

the roadrunners - lsd

while doing a quick bit of research for mr mal macca sporran, I came across this wonderful version of the pretty things tune LSD by a Lower Hutt posse called The Roadrunners on the mysterex blog. This version just thrashes the bejeebers out of the original. Hard arse punked guitars, 1966 fuzz the Cramps would be proud of.

Anyway I send the link through to Malheureuse and this is his inimitable response: I knew Chaz Burke-Kennedy(guitar/vocals on the roadrunners cut of lsd)when he was Blerta's lead guitarist...in fact, on the occasion that keyboard/sitar playing legendary casualty, Chris Seresin lost his mind, he and Chaz had arrived at my Coromandel house,tripping. It was 1973. They left for our commune at Colville, crashed the car, Chris flipped...and never came back. He has been a dero around Wellington ever since. And I remember the uproar when the Pretty Things toured NZ in 1965. Drummer Viv Prince was sufficiently out of it at departure time for the TEAL Electra pilot to have him arrested and taken from the plane. The good burghers of Napier - where I was at school - and other provincial outposts, were outraged. We loved it. I didn't go to Wellington for the concert but my mate, Colin Lum,did (later to die of an od in an Auckland motel,1974. A doctor and one of those bright young ones I referred to...in 1969 he won a scholarship to do his post grad thesis at Stanford on...wait for it...LSD. We all took our first trips that year with Owsley acid he sent back). Memories...mammaries. And I bought Chris's sitar for him in Calcutta in 1970 while undertaking phase 2 of the great ginseng scam...talk about the endless highway...

New Urban Developments

A recent shot (through a window reflection) of a colossal wall of graff colouring up an otherise grey section of Auckland's CBD by a crew known as Urban Development .

Check here for a little on one of the protagonists and some choice cuts from the wall itself.