Finn, Runga, Dobbyn. Heaven.

While I am the first man to step forward to say that New Zealand is not the paradise that most Europeans believe it is, the musical output of this community the size of South London is impressive. The recording of the 2000 tour (and a 2002 London gig, I believe) of these three veterans of Kiwiana Pop is especially gratifying, as it combines the sparse melodies of Bic Runga with a ‘best of’ Dobbyn’s oevre and some of the best of Tim Finn’s three decades of music (including his solo work, Crowded House and Split Enz). Together with a tight band of musical mercenaries they sing, whistle and hum together and created an outstanding album that showcases the best of New Zealand’s recent musical heritage. All three are songwriters with an outstanding ability of capturing their touching lyrics in ultimately hummable songs that linger around in your brain for a long time.

Even if you have no idea who these people are and have never been to New Zealand, Together in Concert is an excellent introduction into this culture’s musical culture and apart from that a damn good album.

Blue Jeans Cable II: I told you so.

Ok, so there’s more to this blog today than rabbit pics. Shame that. Anyway, as I predicted, mainstream media is now picking up the Kurt Denke story. But even though he’s on vacation, he has given an interview on the matter.

Of all media outlets, he chose the Free Software Magazine.

Give that man a medal.

T5. It’s not pretty. Not at all.

These days I feel very, very sorry for the employees of BA. Especially those working in Terminal 5. When, 2 days ago, our friendly captain finally flew us out of Aberdeen and Heathrow, he was quite optimistic that we would arrive with only 1 hour delay. But then the rainclouds hit London, and we put into a holding pattern over Heathrow. After finally landing, we waited twenty minutes parked in front of our gate waiting for someone to switch on the guidance system and man the airbridge. A clearly exasperated captain sounded very cynical during his last cabin broadcasts. Poor bloke. When we finally got off, we were 2 hours late and I had missed my connecting flight. Inside T5 things felt very unfinished. Screens weren’t working, cables were dangling freely around. The three BA members organising me a flight with a different airline were sounding very hopeless.

One said he feels like a clown in a circus of Shatnerian proportions and the only thing left for them was smile.

Terminal 5: The revenge.

I know I shouldn’t have made fun of Terminal 5. Now I’m sitting here at Aberdeen Airport, waiting for my flight to Terminal 5 to leave. And of course it’s delayed by 45 minutes. That means I will quite likely miss my connecting flight.

BA will always have its revenge. If I would be William Shatner, I would probably raise my hands to the sky and yell “Khaaaaaaaaannnnnn”.

Or would “Willlliiiiiiieeeeee!!!!” be more appropriate?