Before heading to Auckland and Sydney I spent two weeks taking photos of birds from my deck and along the road I live on. No moa sightings; in fact, nothing too out of the ordinary, but I'm developing a thing for the most vanilla birds: sparrows and seagulls (especially big, Dominican Gulls).
I've finally gotten ahold of Warren Zevon's first album, Wanted Dead or Alive (1969). It was a commercial and critical flop and he didn't release another album until 1976 (the fantastic Warren Zevon, featuring such tracks as 'Poor Poor Pitiful Me', 'French Inhaler' and 'Desperadoes Under the Eaves').
Wanted Dead or Alive certainly doesn't have any 'Desperadoes', but the first two tracks are pretty great. Definitely worthy of a place in the canon. Track 1, 'Wanted Dead or Alive' even features the trademark Zevon 'Ooough!' (or however you spell that grunt-yelp). Track 2, 'Hitchhikin' Woman' sounds a bit like latter day Dave Wyndorf, which is a good thing, I think. Not sure about Zevon's cover of 'Iko Iko' at track 5.
|A fantail in flight|
|Shag and oystercatcher at the end of Houghton Bay Road.|
|Tui in the taupata behind our clothesline|
|Young gull and Bluebridge ferry|
|Sparrow eating toetoe|
A couple of things I've read/listened to recently: Endurance by Ernest Shackleton (audiobook), Fahrenheit 451 by Malcolm Bradbury (audiobook), lots of poetry (Airini Beautrais, Saradha Koirala, Ian Wedde, 99 Ways Into NZ Poetry), The Long and The Short of It and Sport 39. It's about time to dive back into a big fat novel I think... though I should be diving into the writing of my own.
Which poses the question: am I allowed to read from new stuff yet? I'd quite like to read from '30 Ways of Looking at Marumaru South' and 'My Yale and My Harvard' when they are still relatively fresh in my memory...
|Kingfisher on powerlines|