I recently saw an article about researchers looking for proof of time travel using the Internet to search out references to events that hadn’t happened yet. Apparently they drew a blank but they obviously weren’t looking very hard.
History records that this is Grand Cortège de Bacchus from the ballet Syliva by Léo Delibes, written in 1876. But it is quite clearly the theme to Knight Rider, circa 1981. I think it is clear that someone, possibly genius composer Stu Phillips himself, traveled back to 19th centry Paris to influence the past.
I can personally recommended Day 3 – Saigon in the Food Alley, I deem it well worth the risk.
The Auckland Transport Blog continues to whip itself into a giddy frenzy over the new electric trains that will debut next year. And why not? The trains look fantastic and I can’t wait to give them a try when they finally start (literally) rolling out on the Onehunga line.
A friend of mine is in a band called 2am Orchestra which has been getting some buzz. This is your chance to get in on the ground floor before they hit it big.
I haven’t posted any stupid videos for a while, so here are three for your enjoyment:
Last year the South Korean’s unleashed the insane and madenly catchy Gangnam Style onto an unsuspecting world. This year the Norwegians fire the next salvo in the never-ending world war of ridiculous dance hits. This one answers an important question.
Step back to the 80s for more dance music:
If you think that was showing off, watch this for something completely different. I used to play snooker for my school(!) but I never saw anything like this in any of the snooker dives in the seedy underbelly of Oamaru.
Snooker commentators are a buttoned down bunch, this one probably has more emotion in his voice at the 3 minute mark that he did at his own wedding.
It is interesting to see the general drop of in quality between the (generally sublime) 1983 top 20 and the (quite passible) 1985 vintage. If this trend continues, in just 28 years the countdown could be filled with complete rubbish.
Jan Grefstad’s Hollywood Cinema (its full title, I don’t know who Jan Grefstad is) is a charmingly untouched cinema on Avondale’s main street. Most of Auckland suburban cinemas have long since been demolished, re-purposed, or remodeled into high-class boutique cinemas, but the Hollywood has remained more or less untouched. I think the seats are modern, but the layout in exactly how I remember in the old cinemas – a “circle” balcony above a larger area for the stalls.
The Hollywood’s main claim to fame is its huge Wurlitzer theatre organ, a fantastic beast of a thing. The pipes are hidden in rooms behind the screen, and it is capable of all sorts of fantastic sounds – from bells to drum rolls. It can also remotely play the piano on the other side of the stage. The best part is that the whole console is on an elevator, raising up out of the stage with the organist when needed.
Today I went along to see the Wurlitzer being played by a professional organist accompanying Charlie Chaplin’s silent film, The Gold Rush. The organ was put to good use, providing wall to wall music in every scene of this entertaining film. It is not something I would do all the time (I am not quite in the target demographic just yet) but it was the perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.