and Meg & Me are We,
and it’s the last day of April 2016,
tomorrow we’re onto something new,
So, until the day that you are me and I am you,
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and Meg & Me are We,
Chilling as we’re heading on into our sub tropical winter here, on our NZ shores,
and a bit of music I enjoy to get us there, by DJ Ienz,
Latin Lounge … as smooth as it may be
January 18, 1955 – March 31, 2014
RIP dear friend, I sure miss your music!
Frankie Knuckles 1 Jan 2006 – Live from Shine, South Beach, Florida New Years Jan 1, 2006
I never said anything at the time, I saw no harm,
but as to the rest, the harmed & the dangerous, the last I saw them, they were heading out on that wharf, late at night, dark, unlit, then I heard splash, lots of splash… there were reports of sharks about, and after that night, well, I never heard from the pack again!
Lucky me, I gave up drinking June 2010 & Meg & I are doing fine now, thank you
So, years back I joined Facebook. Then one day Eddie called me up and said I’ll race you to 5000 friends, ha, easy for him, everyone knew him, anyways we did. Took him 3 days and he was full at 5000. I made it in 2 weeks to 200+, then sometime later 1801 and as to whom they all were, I had no idea. Then one night I went and saw the movie, Social Network.
My life changed & it made me think… later I set to work on deleting all 1801 of those friends, one by one, almost me too, but I spared myself, after all, it was back then All About Me, so I stuck around! Then I attempted to gain a handle on Facebook. Now years later, I’m not a pro yet, but I get around & slowly, one by one, again, I grew with my friends, this time knowing who you are, as much as you can know about anyone these days, and I admit graciously, I like you all and now today, 1 June 2015, I reached my 800th Facebook friend… I Like it, and this time I know at least a little, or a lot, about each & everyone of you, and I’m proud to say I like you all as friends!
So, from DaMeggie Oe & I, we Like you & it’s a good day!
Keri Keri… what a delight, far north of New Zealand,
Meg & I took a late night flight, in the cockpit of a brand new Mini,
with its very cool pilot, up to there… never to be forgotten! Meanwhile…
The Volvo Ocean Race, Leg 7, Newport to Lisbon, was just a mere 300nm crossing to go…
Team Brunel was in 1st place,
2nd MAPFRE, 3rd the Dongfeng Race Team. Yaaay! Very exciting, it was some of the best of the Volvo/Whitbread Round The World
yacht racing ever!!
Oh, I also got an $80 infringement ticket in Kerikeri… my phone rang, I pulled over to answer it, a call from the friend I drove around looking for, for 40 minutes, they weren’t where they said they would be in 10 minutes, I was there in 9, they were no where to be found, yes, alcohol was involved, I though have not had a sip of booze for almost 6 years, still I copped a fine for $80, the ticket read: ‘Driving with mobile phone while driving’… hmm, I don’t leave home without one but when I talk in the car, I’m always on hands free, but I was not in my car this time… food for future thought, I was in the car of the person who I was looking for, for 40 minutes & I really did not want to miss that call, so I pulled over, hit receive, the phone lit up, same time a police cruiser drove by… $80 fine, but all in all, still a very cool night, everyone was found and we kept on keeping on
And the Volvo Ocean Race…
A wee ways back, 5 April 2015, there was an awesome full moon with a total Lunar Eclipse & it marked Daylight Savings for us here in NZ… all neat & tidy and folded into one night, I got to watch this unfold in an almost cloudless night from the hills of Coatesville. This is what ended up on Facebook that night…
The Hills of Coatesville, and the night of tonight, reminds me of early disco tantra, 1979,
The Hills of Katmandu, Tantra… dj remixers played the dance floors wild with that tune back then. Play it while reading and maybe you’ll get a feel of the night and the nights of back then… and here’s thinking of you Robyn Durling, the best technical mixing dj I ever heard. I met Robyn playing at Vancouver’s iconic Gandy Dancer, a pretty wild club for its time, and I’ve seen more than a few. This full moon’s for YOU Robyn!
Woo hoo time…
Besides the iconic Gandy Dancer, back in the early 80’s, in Vancouver, a wild mixed gay bar, every straight in town was cuing up outside trying to get into the place because of the music, the dj’s and the dancers in there! It was wild and if you were straight, you cued up outside and hoped you got in. Months before I was in Ibiza, other side of the world, real wild there, and Copenhagen, Amsterdam, St Tropez, these were the places the dj’s were turning dance floors into frenzies, it was also the time of Studio 54 & I was hearing & seeing the first of these mixing DJ’s… & there in Vancouver too. Tantra was bringing the hills alive & dance just got a whole lot wilder!
Before then… way back in 1966 in Vancouver, where I used to live, Vancouver already was one of the music meccas, we had Danny Baceda’s Oil Can Harry’s with its R&B, lounge music and jazz club in the city and I used to go to his house on the hill in West Vancouver, I lived up & out there too and I took my new friend from Seattle up with me, he liked the company we mixed in, Bumpy Blackwell, RIP dear fiend, he was Little Richard & The Temptations manager… oh we spent some times together including seeing Diana Ross’s last ever show with the Supremes at Ken Stauffer’s ‘The Cave’ supper club. Ken & my family were close knit friends, I was still in my teens and already I was riding the wave. Stuffed somewhere in the middle of all that, Danny Baceda also had the Pink Pussycat, at the beginning of Gastown, downstairs, it was coined as Vancouver’s first Disco… the tables were always lined with white stuff and people sniffing… a sign of the times & people were dancing to new sounds & all were smiling!
Here’s a link to some of those mentioned in Vancouver… I miss those good times
Best Vancouver Bars and Clubs: A History
More on Vancouver’s earlier scene, Oreste’s Sure was a restaurant with belly dancers and it’s written ‘where forbidden things happened’ and they did, it’s forbidden to tell you about them, so you can imagine, we all lived them & everyone was there. From the man that brought us Oreste’s Sure, he also brought us his Retinal Circus, from years before, it turned many on with its happy smoke and sounds, similar to the sounds & the times of San Fancisco, with The Collectors and many others, but Disco was better, it got us all on our feet, instead of being dazed & confused … R&B & Motown did it for me, far more than all the bands coming in from the UK, which just so happened, Vancouver was their gateway into North America… Hugh Pickett was a man I luckily met in the 60’s, a Canadian impresario who seems brought all of the UK to us to hear, and he gave me tickets to any show I ever wanted to see… we all ran in the same gang back then and music was the flavor! Between Vancouver and southern California, I got to see, up close & personal, The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Cream, Grateful Dead, Canned Heat, Moody Blues, The Small Faces… with Rod Stewart as they were billed at the time, Alice Cooper whipping chickens on the stage in the middle of the night at a rock festival, I didn’t like that, I did enjoy though Jefferson Airplane, Janice Joplin, Big Brother & the Holding Company, the Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Taj Mahal, and well, actually, if they were in Vancouver or anywhere on the west coast of north America and they were good, I saw them, from the magnificent rock festivals we had, to the bars and nightclubs, I was always back stage, or front row center… just the people I knew, however, way back in about 1964 I saw the Ike & Tina Turner Review at a high school in East Vancouver, mmm good that one. I was immediately hooked on horned reviews, bands with lots of brass, loved the horns and then we had dance nights at the Vancouver Forum where there would be around 1000 all coming to dance, pre Rock Band era for Vancouver, and it was there one night that I met Nona Hendryx (who later became one-third of the trio Labelle, with the hit “Lady Marmalade) and at age 14 (me… she was older )… she convinced me we should hitch hike down to Portland, Oregon to see a cousin of hers play guitar. I said to her I am only 14 years old & I said I have a family I have to go home to. She said no problem, we’ll hitch to your home, tell your parents and off we’ll go! Ha, well we did. Must say it didn’t go over well with my Mom but Dad slipped me $100 and out went our thumbs, 2 rides later we’d made it all the way from Vancouver, thru the border, into the USA and to Portland and at Portland’s Lighthouse nightclub, I saw for my first time… Jimi Hendrix and could he play guitar! Amazing, 1964! Two years later, at 16, I had a drivers license and thought nothing to make the 18 hour drive to San Francisco, or the additional 8 hours to LA… it was the world of music, and then along came Bumpy Blackwell and we took to each other like 2 peas in a pod, Little Richard, Temptations & Motown… I was in music heaven, I toured with him several times and usually I was the only white kid around… I was immersed into a world of music and most of his people, at their private homes, bars and nightclubs, they were predominantly colored people, which meant little to me, but every time we’d go somewhere new, and I’d walk in with him, the room would go dead silent… until Bumpy said “this is Doug and he’s my friend”. Now that was something I’d never seen growing up in Vancouver.
I must pop out to see this eclipse again, (it was a stunning moon that night)… seems it got me into true confession time then at 12:49AM
Sometime back, before then, I had to learn to dance somewhere. I already had a flair for rhythm, but somehow I missed the 1, 2, 3, 4… no one ever told me, so I was sent to the Commodore Ballroom, in 1960, ’61, maybe ’62… to learn to waltz, for the Christmas Ball we used to go to each year. Just looked it up, Billboard apparently named it one of North America’s 10 most influential clubs. I suppose I had to begin somewhere.
Before then it was Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, we used to call them… ‘the marijuana brass’ after he visited us in Hawaii one Christmas… another story another time… maybe
My 1st ever record bought was Haley Mills, the song Let’s get together.
My next record bought was The Doors, in 1965 and later that year I saw them at The Cheetah Club, on the Santa Monica Pier, fascinating chap, totally out of his mind and what he did on stage, I am not going to write it in here.
I think I attended so many rock festivals, it probably started me off in the direction of going partially deaf, which I am. I noticed way back I really couldn’t hear the words but oh I could feel the rhythm, so really it was only a matter of time for House music to slip in alongside. Funny enough, it took until 1978 for someone, my friend Robyn, the dj, to finally explain the simplicity of 1, 2, 3, 4 to me… and then I knew what a bar was, and 4 bars… 16 beats and 64 and finally I understood how it all came together. Meanwhile, the rock festivals did their best in turning me deaf, such big speakers and mounted high on top of each other. Speakers were never as fine tuned as they are now!
Rock probably popped my ears and well, R&B tuned my Soul 1, 2, 3, 4
Anyways, it’s a Life and here’s to all you in San Francisco, LA, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, and the rest of the world where music fell on to my lap…
… you can take some of the blame for this too!
Great moon out there tonight, hope you saw it, and good night!
And with that, that night, it was a wrap!
I love sharing music stories with you and I hope you like The Hills of Katmandu, 1979!
My friend Mal called me up, from Mal, Practice & Co, we had a good yarn, about some times from long ago & he mentioned he spotted a pic of mine on Facebook, with my new smile. He’s known me a long while, asked if I was alright. I said sure, I just wanted people to know what it feels like from the insides out, and yes, I had a few teeth added to the smile. You don’t think I went too far, do you? Of course not, nothing has changed, however Mal did mention, it might be best to quit while I am still a-head. I’m still thinking about that.
Anyways, it must be time to get back to sailing…
Leg 6, Itajaí to Newport, Rhode Island, USA, the Volvo Ocean Race fleet are almost there… it’s time to turn the heads back to sailing!!
6 May 2015, 10:00PM NZ time, Dongfeng Race Team are in the lead and with 97% of Leg 6 now under their belt, things are looking pretty good for arrival into Newport, but it’s going to be close. Abu Dhabi Ocean Racing are hot on their heels, a mere 6nm’s back, and for Dongfeng, there’s only 157nm’s to go, so we’ll see.
At last report, 10PM NZ time, both Dongfeng Race Team & Abu Dhabi Ocean Racing, both were averaging approx 20nm’s/hr, so could mean the first-into Newport will happen tomorrow morning around 6AM NZ time.
UPDATE… the leaders still have about 2 hours to go, NZ… look closer to 11AM.
You can watch it LIVE HERE as it happens, on the Volvo Ocean Race website.
In the case of those 2 teams… it’s best neither one quits while they are ahead!
Now for the rest of us, keep smiling, try 11AM NZ!! See you then
Get ready, Leg 6 of the Volvo Ocean Race is about to begin…
But 1st, the Itajaí In-Port Race…
Itajaí time, 18 April 2PM, Saturday
NZ Time, 19 April 5AM, Sunday… set the alarm!
Update… Team Brunel won the In-Port Race, congratulations!
Then the Start Time of Leg 6,
Itajaí to Newport…
Itajaí time, 19 April 2PM, Sunday
NZ time, 20 April 5AM, Monday and this time they are off to Newport, Rhode Island, USA, 5010nm away. Newport is a home to one whole lot of money & some of the US’s most expensive properties, flanked in history & the Finish Line for Leg 6, all coming at you Live this weekend on the Volvo Ocean Race website. Don’t even ask me what that is in UTC time!
… it’s this weekend! Well ok, UTC Time… it’s April 19, 2015 – 17:00 so they say, wind or no wind, that’s when they begin!
The build up to the Horn has been pretty intense, with all racing for bragging rights to be the 1st VOR Team to Round the Horn in 2015.
With the Ice Limits reaching closer to the Horn itself, it’s made for some extremely nail biting moments and some pretty dramatic thrills & spills, and Chinese Gybes, and in the case of
Dongfeng Race Team… they lost the top off their mast! On their last report they were recorded as Suspended Racing, and heading for Argentina, instead of the Horn! Care to tango anyone?
This has been a drastically dangerous crossing, from Auckland to Brazil, first riding out of the NZ waters on the tail of Cyclone Pam, a Cat 5 cyclone, then the following winds, squalls, huge waves, rain, hail, snow, who cannot ask themselves… what’s next?
Ya? Well here’s a Flash… Rounding of the Horn 2015 & the real deal…
… photographer yet to be verified, but it’s on Team Brunel…
Ah ha, dusting up on your tans eh,
in anticipation of Itajaí
Well you better get ready, because here’s Itajaí’s weather for today… 31°/20° with a little bit of sun, a little bit of cloud, winds of 21-6km/h, best crack out the sunscreen, if you don’t want a burn… down there!
So, Itajaí’s next. ETA for the 1st boats across the line… 5-6th April, for those left sailing!
7 Teams began the Volvo Ocean Race back in Alicante, Spain, October 11, 2014.
Team Vestas Wind found themselves on a reef, 29 November 2014, in the middle of the Indian Ocean, without enough water underneath to keep them afloat, they say they ran aground, call it what you like, it left 6 Teams racing, then on 30 March 2015, with only 240 nautical miles to go to the Horn, in the final hours of the night, Dongfeng Race Team lost the top of their mast, bugger, crash, boom, bam, bah… the rest is yet to come!
For the latest, here’s the Volvo Ocean Race