For Those About To Rock…


Above: Alice Cooper. He angry.

Food blogging very temporarily on hold. Through my work, I managed to pocket free tickets to Rock2Wgtn, the two-day music festival with some muscular headliners – Ozzy Osbourne and Kiss. These tickets are exceedingly pricey so Tim and I were rather stoked. I realise my list of pet sounds on the right hand column of this blog don’t exactly display bogan tendencies, but – and I don’t want to come off all David Brent here – some of my favourite music errs on the side of ‘heavy.’ I count Metallica’s ‘Fuel’ is one of my (admittedly million) favourite songs, and Motorhead’s album Ace of Spades gets high rotation on my iTunes (and how could it not, with such ditties as Love Me Like A Reptile?) To be fair though, my knowledge of all the bands headlining is mostly gleaned from various reality TV shows, 80s compilations, and Top 40 Guitar Riff countdowns on C4. Despite, or perhaps because of this, we had an amazing time.

Last night was Alice Cooper and Kiss:


Above: Alice Cooper is absolutely mental. He has to be what, 97 years old? Yet in the course of his set, he threw out ropes of pearls into the audience, attacked a dummy replica of himself, engaged in a glorified display wife-beating with his backup dancer, sacrificed a baby (doll, don’t sweat), had three costume changes, (who is he, Kylie Minogue?) got put into a straightjacket, was hung from a noose (it looked pretty real), flung fistfuls of money about and attempted to run for President. A Troubled Man for Troubled Times, was his pithy slogan. (Your move, Obama…) Listening to a lot of Radio Hauraki in my late teens meant that I ended up knowing a lot more of his songs than I anticipated, and so I was able to have a good singalong. His face is just fascinating though. He looks like a Quentin Black illustration. It is just begging to be doodled.


Above: This. Was Kiss. Blissfully ignorant of the definition of “carbon footprint,” these platform booted nutters sent off jets of fire, sprayed confetti everywhere, and punctuated their singing with fireworks displays. The lead singer (the one that’s not Gene Simmons, the drummer, or that other guy) rode a flying fox across the audience. They were excessive and excellent – truly, truly entertaining.


Above: Ah, the tongue. You better believe this happened a lot. He did not disappoint. It’s funny, a lot has been made of Gene Simmons’ many er, conquests, but while he was strutting about the stage I couldn’t help but imagine him chuckling: “My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the first two rows pregnant.” (I know, quoting Flight of the Conchords is now passe, but here in NZ we tend to always get the memo later than anyone else, and besides, just click on the link.)

Hot Cross Buns and other Easter baking to come (sandwiched between frantic essay writing and photo-taking) and I guess we will find out tonight what Ozzy Osbourne has in store for us, and if Bret Micheals from Poison is as bloated as he looks in Rock of Love.

2 thoughts on “For Those About To Rock…

  1. Kay says:

    While everyone else was live-concerting this weekend (Mark and Julz at Smashing Pumpkins, Lynn and an assortment of neighbours at the Whitianga Blues fest and you guys at the decaying icons of the 70s and 80s fest)….. I waited in blissful peace and quiet in the hotel room for the pumpkin-goers to return, getting somewhere near in-the-concert-zone by watching “Top 100 Bogan Anthems” on C4. Ironic juxtaposition of titles for Numbers 2 (Stairway to Heaven) and 1 (Highway to Hell) and a plethora of skinny-legged, bouffant-haired posturers and strutters. Except for Ozzy Osbourne who was none of the above. (Rather more skinny-haired and bouffanted body, and more of a lean and a lurch than a strut). Dined at mezze and tapas bar last night – wonderful lamb balls…. and an Italian cafe for breakfast, covering all Euro bases by having Spanish Omellette, French Toast and English breakfast tea. Hope your buns rise! Lookin’ forward to your next review and loved the Flight of the Conchords link.

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  2. lynz.odyssey says:

    I’ll take your Kiss and Alice and raise you Herbs, Midge Marsden, Keb Mo and Buddy Guy LOL. Will write more in my blog tomorrow but great time was had by all at the Bluesfest in Whitianga yesterday. As in all Bulte gatherings, apart from music, food was the order of the day (and night)- homemade bacon and egg pie, fish pie and apple pie which are the fond remembered tastes of childhood gatherings – yay. Am feeling somewhat like a pate de foie gras duck at the moment – NZ food is sooooooooo good. Am extremely envious of you seeing such muso legends and hope Ozzie does it tonight. Billion Dollar Baby (Alice) Black Sabbath, Black Sabbath and Black Sabbath Paranoid I still have on vinyl, LOL !!!! (as well as CD)Love Lynn

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