Looking forward to seeing the finished movie “Insatiable Moon” this Saturday night. Playing the after movie gig at Cargo at the Viaduct.
If you want to hear what the opening theme of the film sounds like check out my song “The Sound” on You Tube as this is the actual opening music of the film in a different version.
Its looking possible that there will be a soundtrack album for the film and this would give more scope for extended versions.
Hello everyone – there is an upcoming gig on Saturday March 27th, 7:30pm at the Llama Lounge which is located at 136 Horsman Road near Waitakere. Google maps link here
Come along with your friends. It is BYO.
Entry is $15 and there is limited space so booking is required please by emailing penny@karmallamas.co.nz or phone her on Auckland 810 9995
Please note that Horsman is spelt without the E so that cause delays on Google maps if the spelling is wrong.
Hello everyone,
I will be performing 3 concerts at Ponsonby Baptist Church on Friday 19th, Sat 20th and Sunday 21st of Feb.
Looking forward to seeing you all there.
Tickets will be $15 at the door. 43 Jervois Rd, Pomnsonby.
Contact David (davidsw@actrix.co.nz) for group bookings or phone him on 022 061 7648.
Need a concert flyer to print out for your friends or group? – go here for a concert-Flyer_LukeHurleyFeb2010.PDF that you can use.
“The Insatiable Moon is a NZ feature film to be shot in Ponsonby in coming months. The film, adapted from the novel of the same name, stars Rawiri Paratene, Sara Wiseman and Ian Mune. When the project was denied production funding by the NZ Film Commission, the producers decided to make it anyway, drawing on supporters who have contributed private equity.”
The Insatiable Moon is a feel-good story about a psychiatric patient who believes himself to be the second son of God, and sets out to save his world. It’s a tale of fun, passion, imagination, drama, and the triumph of the little people against the forces which grind them down.
The opportunity for investment is still available. Investors are in the prime first-out position, receive a 10% premium on their investment, are eligible for a 100% write-off of their investment in the year the film is released, and receive other benefits depending on the size of the investment. These include set visits, tickets to various parties and the film premiere.
The low budget film (approx. $350k for shoot) means that investors will recoup quickly from returns. The film is being prepared for 35mm theatrical release internationally. If you are interested in investment, please email ism@fylm.co.nz for further information.
And if you wish to learn more about the film, and share an evening with the incomparable Luke Hurley playing live in concert, come along to Ponsonby Baptist Church (43 Jervois Rd) on Saturday 31 October at 7.00pm. Luke is a keen supporter of the film, and will feature in it as a busker. Entry by koha or live lotto ticket, with proceeds to The Insatiable Moon.
For more information about the project and show go to www.moonmad.co.nz(Link broken)
Here is a story I got this week from Justin.
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At breakfast this morning Gisiele was telling me about when she was a girl in Brazil the teacher had a Poster of the Mona Lisa and she asked the children to walk to the left of it and then to the right – ” See how her eyes follow you around the room, you can’t go anywhere with out her looking at you!”
‘I’ve heard that before, I said -‘lets test the theory.’
So I went to my bookshelf and pulled out “1001 paintings you must see before you die”, a tome I picked up last year at the Brisbane Gallery. I found the Mona Lisa and held it up to Gisiele who had begun side stepping to the left and the right – ‘Oohie, look, esta estranos, she said – ‘It follow me everywhere!’
But when I did it, I found the Lisa to be looking about 130 degrees to the left. Call me pragmatic. Anyway, a few pages away I saw a picture of The Sistine Chapel Ceiling. It led me to tell Gisiele a story about when, in 2004, I was in Rome and I made my pilgrimage to see Michelangelo’s famous Fresco Cycle in Vatican city.
‘Oh, you saw the Sistine Chapel…..you’re so lucky.’ She said.
‘Umm, actually I didn’t.’
I explained how I was denied my chance by the annoying Vatican guard who, as I reached the head of the queue, took the velvet rope next to him and attached it to the opposite hand rail at the foot of the chapel steps – ‘sorry people’ he said, ‘the Chapel is now closed’.
And that was that. Buggar! As I was on a morning flight back to London, I walked away feeling really pissed. I felt like Gabriel had turned me back from the gates of heaven. But what was even more annoying was that something happened on my way to the Chapel which had delayed me by two minutes. If I had not stopped I’d have been looking up at the Genesis, Creation, the drunk Noah, beautifully painted figures from the old Testament. Instead I was walking back to my room, crestfallen.
What had delayed me was something quite surreal. Id gotten off at Vatican station with a bunch of other tourists. I followed in the slip stream of a small group and just to be sure I asked a group of very arty women with cameras – ‘Excuse me, is this the way to the Sistine Chapel?’
‘Yes we are going too.’ They said.
So I walked up the street with the group and started to feel the kind of excitement you get when you approach something of magnificence or importance. Like seeing Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, or Uluru, or peering over the ledge of the Grand Canyon, or watching lava spurt from a lava tube on a mountain in Hawaii, or, as a boy, the first Elephant you see in a zoo. But , suddenly, my excitement was thwarted by the ungodly sight of a man in jandals crouched on the sidewalk in full view of all, taking an enormous shit. What was so surreal about it was that the man, obviously insane, actually looked normal. He could have been my accountant on his holidays. His shorts around his knees, his face straining in the afternoon Roman sun, laying a long brown cable.
People were muttering – ‘look at the disgusting porko.’ Most we’re too embarrassed to say anything. Most just kept walking. But I knew my moment had arrived, and to to small group of voyeurs who stood around me, I announced –
‘Bloody Australian’s, you can’t take them anywhere!’
I headed on towards the Chapel and tried to put the horrible scene out of my head. What would the Pope think I wondered.
I joined the queue that led into the Sistine. I must have been waiting for half an hour. Some Americans were talking about the scandalous incident down the way, they were saying how in Italy they had no proper health care for the depraved and the mentally insane.
‘Mentally Insane. ‘ I said -‘ Do you know who that was?’
‘Some street lunatic too lazy to find a bathroom?’ Said the New Yorker.
‘You couldn’t be further from the truth. Have you heard of the British art invasion? Goldsmiths? Shock art? Post modernism?’
I leaned closer and lowered my voice – ‘That was Damien Hirst.’
‘Really, you’re kidding.’
‘I wish I was. I was reading about it only yesterday – he’s here doing his latest instillation.’
It was about then that the guard came to life put the purple velvet rope across the queue. ” Sorry people, the Sistine Chapel is closed.’
And that is the end of my little Roman story. I know some time in the future I will return to Vatican City and I will crane my neck at the ceiling and marvel at Michelangelo’s masterpiece. Maybe I will be with Gisiele.
Note: “Post modernism comes to The Vatican” was provide by Justin Summerton.