Thursday, 24 April 2008
Went to see Luke Hurley at Backstage last night. Unfortunately we didn't stay until the end as I had an early start for work the next morning. He threatened to keep singing until 1.00 a.m. ... I wonder if he did. He seems to have boundless energy and an amusing unpretentiousness ("This is a song I wrote outside Arthur Barnett's") which is reflected in his music. I guess his music fits into the folk-rock bracket - however, it is also a fairly organic style, so has the potential to bound away from any attempt to label.
I liked the way he'd sing a bracket of songs and then have a break. He writes all his own material and has been troubadour-ing in NZ for decades. It was actually our son M who first introduced us to him; even though Luke is more our generation ... He deserves more acknowledgment than he gets from the mainstream - but something tells me he'd hate that, so maybe it's best he stays where he's happiest - performing gigs, busking on street corners and staying largely under the radar.
We are away for the long weekend - to South Westland to see our son C. It's ANZAC (Australia and New Zealand Army Corp.) weekend in New Zealand. ANZAC Day tomorrow - Friday; Red Poppy Day; when we remember the New Zealand and Australian soldiers who have fought and died.
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