Oamaru, Ye Olde Shopping Spot On The Way To Dunedin

So I’ve been back to Oamaru. Every 20 months or so the Oamaruchloridyans (technical term) in the neurons of my limbic system start vibrating and I start booking tickets to New Zealand, blindly ignoring the fact that my middle-aged body really doesn’t like being confined to the spaces of an A380 and an ancient 777 for twenty five hours. Why the highlight of the trip is of course always the reunification with the best antipodean friends one can have, there is the thrill of checking out how this neglected part of the southern hemisphere is doing.

This time things had happened in my absence: Oamaru won the contest of ‘sharpest town in New Zealand’ (whatever that means) and gained a 30 minutes feature showcasing its trippiness (technical term) on national TV. It also elected a new Mayor who –  while not particularly on my side of the political arena – knows the district well, has great new ideas for the place and wants the district to prosper. He already planted himself firmly in the council offices, getting his hands dirty in the day to day operational bits. Good stuff. The council has finally cleaned up the harbour and made it a place you actually want to visit. Hooray!
Then there is the Whitestone Civiv Trust. It owns seventeen of the buildings in the Victorian district and its vision is

Preserving and developing New Zealand’s most unique collection of historic buildings into a living ‘Victorian Town at Work’.

Well, the ‘at work’ bit has obviously now been buried. Harbour Street is now filled with shops selling the usual Kiwiana naff and some bloke who makes tiles. The last surviving traditional craftsman is the man who started it all: Michael O’Brien and Marie Grunke are still working away in his bookbindery but these days income seems to come mainly from tourists who want to have their picture taken with the funny bearded man behind the counter. Shame about that.

They have all come to buy a tea towel with a Tui on it.

They have all come to buy a tea towel with a Tui on it. Pic by -=EN=-

On the other hand, there is Scott’s Brewery. Purveryors of some lovely, lovely beer (including an amazing Koelsch) and the employer of probably the only head-brewer who could just as well model for Chanel. They unfortunately had to move into the only building in the harbour I hoped to see being torn down, but at least it was put to good use.

Functional. Think functionality. And Beer. Picture by Bread, Cakes and Ale

So, Oamaru has gained and lost. Gained a good mayor, a good brewery and an upgrade to the harbour. It has lost (as usual) more trees in its hinterland, its right to call itself a ‘Victorian Working Town’ and another bit of its distinctiveness.

In a few years, probably nothing will distinguish it from Timaru. Or even Ashburton.

 

Cognitive Dissonance

“[…]the presence of incongruent relations among cognitions that frequently results in excessive mental stress and discomfort”

Bill Bailey – Britain’s current foremost thinker – recently stated the fact that he shares some of David Cameron’s personal tastes while completely despising him on every other level is giving him a significant headache, before going into a tangent on the cause of this: cognitive dissonance. Fair enough. I have a slightly similar – though less existential – issue every time I arrive in Singapore. This is obviously a place in which its ruling classes have poured a lot of thought into. Not the scatterbrain, skittish (and at times scatological) approach to public services that is the UK’s trademark, with an ancient, non-functioning public transport network, local and national authorities in which documents frequently get lost, letters don’t get answered, billions are squandered on futile IT-projects and the Department of Transport can’t even run a bidding competition for a train line, but the methodological, analytical sort.

Singapore is different that way. From the moment you enter the city state you know that things are being run efficiently: you are being nudged (and sometimes pressured into) doing the right thing: don’t spit on the streets, don’t use chewing gum, don’t eat or drink on public transport, be kind and considerate to your fellow citizens, don’t ruin the environment. Work hard, prosper, send your children to school and make them work even harder. You want to live here? No problem. We don’t care about your sex, skin colour, beliefs or sexuality as long as you work. Did I mention hard? So, obviously the middle aged, non-rebellious, peace and quiet loving  part of my brain approves.

Then there is of course the social engineering, the unfettered capitalism, the state owned press, the almost exclusive autocratic one party rule, the personality cult around the prime ministers, the draconian laws, the death penalty and the abuse of cheap labour from the surrounding poor countries.

So, cognitive dissonance. I really like going there. I really do. I nevertheless always feel just a teeny weeny bit like a collaborator of the government and hope that my friends from Amnesty International won’t look at me accusingly.

Three weeks ago the best girlfriend ever (BGE) made me follow her to see two of the Singapore Biennale’s exhibitions at the National Museum of Singapore and the Singapore Art Museum. Under the title ‘If the world changed’ regional artists were given the chance to “to respond to and reconsider the worlds we live in, and the worlds we want to live in.” With the BGE much more learned when it comes to art and such things I was happy to potter along, as I would get a rolling commentary and get to do some gadget shopping afterwards.

We started with the National Museum of Singapore (NMS), where objects of the biennale were haphazardly strewn around the place, making the place a bit more messier than Lee Kuan Yew might have liked it, but it certainly added some welcome charm to the other rather sterile confinements of the NMS. Here’s an example:

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This is called ‘Chalk and Cheese’ by Leroy Sofyan. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to interpret what the artist was trying to tell me about the future, but the BGE tells me it has something to do with cleanliness. Right.

My personal highlight was though the ‘living gallery’ on Singapore’s food history. Amazing smells, great exhibits, brillant noises. How museums should be.

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Sniffing museums. How cool is that.

So, the cognitive dissonance will go on. Turns out I am just an unprincipled pseudo liberal with a penchant for autocrats.

I better make sure my Amnesty International subscription is up to date. Alternatively, please donate for my sake.

This Is Your Life.

At times my middle aged neurons reactivate long neglected pathways. Interestingly most often this is by being reminded of particular songs, that then trigger a whole trail of memories, long thought forgotten, associated with that particular snippet of sound. Quite frequently this causes a short, sharp grimace, when I remember a particular embarrassing episode that suddenly pops in my head, but sometimes a sudden feeling of bliss can come over me, reminding me that there were moments in my life when I was truly happy. A similar thing happened this morning, sitting at my desk, doing some work from home. Itunes was playing randomly in the background, selecting The Blow Monkeys ‘This is your life’, when suddenly this memory popped in my head about a song with the same title, sung by two women with short hair. A quick Google search confirmed this: ‘This is your life’ was the first single by the post Communards duo of Caroline Buckley and Sally Herbert also known as ‘Banderas’. Gone after one album (the blissful ‘Ripe‘) they obviously had enough of pop stardom and went marrily along their private ways, but I think both sonically and visually, they left quite a mark as my middleaged neurons confirmed this morning.

Enjoy:

The Pursuit Of Making Your Favourite Music Sound Better

So I recently bought a SACD player.

A what?

A Super Audio CD player.

Why?

Good Question. There are a few albums that I like so much, I would really, really like to listen to them as close to the original as possible. While I do have my trusty turntable, some albums are just not available (or very expensive) on vinyl. There are also some albums that were recorded so perfectly, that a crap transfer to CD with loads of compression on the way can just ruin your listening experience. That’s where the SACD player comes in. The main difference between your normal CD and the SACD format is bandwidth: A CD packs ca 400MB of digitized music, while a SACD contains 3.7 GB. There is also a difference in encoding (PCM vs SDS) but that would be too technical. Anyway, the ultimate selling point is that the listening experience is much closer to the original recording (especially for old material that was recorded analogue) as the format is almost lossless. So yesterday my poor postman brought another package to chez fordie, containing this:

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It looks very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the royal family  next to the other gear and so far was has been given the nod by the best girlfriend ever. The first SACD I bought was of course my all time favourite, the original Bossa Nova album by Getz/Gilberto. The experience is indeed impressive, with Astrud and Stan even more present in the room and now I am on the hunt to find my top ten albums ever on this format. My current charts on Last.FM suggest that I am going to struggle to find the majority of the albums I have listened to most over the last 5 years, as the chart looks like this (and yes, I know, my taste in music is atrocious):

  1. Matt Bianco
  2. Incognito
  3. ABC
  4. Steely Dan
  5. Pet Shop Boys
  6. Crowded House
  7. Mezzoforte
  8. The Style Council
  9. Was (Not Was)
  10. Level 42

There doesn’t seem to be any SACD releases out there by ABC, Incognito, Pet Shop Boys, Was (not Was) and Level 42, but there are plenty of great jazz and classic recordings out there, and as the Steely Dan records are really the most important (as most meticulously produced) I am sure I’ll be able to gather a nice little collection. There is quite an active community around SACDs and I’m sure that I will be able to source everything I need to be an even happier listener.

Now all I have to do is find the 40 quid for the Japanese SACD of Aja.