Peter Hook & The Light

I was lucky enough to see a legend playing live last night – Peter Hook, bassist from influential 1980s Manchester bands Joy Division and New Order. It was one of those gigs where everything went well – almost full, genuine fans, yet sat at the back with empty seats around me so didn’t feel claustrophobic, sound system was great — viscerally loud yet crystal clear — with everyone on (fairly) good behaviour.

Held at Wellington’s Opera House, where the contrast of “The Good Old Days” style Victorian architecture and rock gig staging always seems incongruous, the older crowd were down the front dancing within a few numbers then stayed there throughout, shiny heads supplementing the light show.

The first half was all New Order songs, including absolute bangers Blue Monday and True Faith. The second half went back further into the Joy Division catalogue, where Peter’s voice fitted Ian Curtis’ feral vocals much better.

Unsurprisingly they finished with (IMHO) one of the greatest pop songs ever written – Love Will Tear Us Apart – prompting a crowd sing-a-long that had Peter tearing up.

I drove home afterwards with ringing ears, a signed T-shirt to add to the tour shirts collection and the satisfaction of another bucket list item ticked off.

https://www.stuff.co.nz/nz-news/350278798/joy-division-legend-visits-wellington-memorial-late-bandmate

Book Fest

An annual Upper Hutt tradition is Book Fest, where the local Lions Club hire out a local hall and pack it with cheap second hand books. You turn up with an empty shopping bag and leave with a dozen (or more) interesting additions to the unread books pile.

This year’s trawl takes the unread books pile over 100 so I could really do with a big Lotto win so I can retire early and start making inroads …

Happy Star Wars Day!

Had a very pleasant Star Wars Day yesterday, watching the original film at a packed showing at the local picture house that included lots of kids getting indoctrinated by their geeky Dads.

It reminded me of a vivid childhood memory of my Dad taking.ke to see the film back in the late 70s, particularly walking out of Hull’s Cecil cinema holding his hand, walking up Carr Lane with a head full of spaceships, lightsabers and John Williams’ epic score.

The only sobering realisation on this viewing was that, while I would love to think of myself as Han Solo, in reality I am more like C3P0. Damn.

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