Camp Cope and Festival Falls Are Both Wrong - What we are facing is a battle of Subconscious Ideologies

I enjoy CAMP COPE's music and believe gender balance is an issue in music and festival lineups as well as radio and broadcasting. However, the issue is not purely one of being a woman although this is a huge factor! it is also about how different forms of womanhood are censored and other forms favoured. For instance, if Camp Cope were self-demeaning bimbos that were promoting some overtly sexual music that stroked male egos they would stand a far greater chance of playing on the main stage and radio. Why is this? because society at large does not want to empower woman and so narratives of emancipation, sexual freedom, and gender fluidity are squashed. The issue is bigger than a polarized battle of the sexes something Camp Cope may not realize for they are actually confronting perverted forms of ideology (streams of ideas within the subconscious of society) that reinforces the uncaring establishment of modern society. Institutions be they moneyed festivals or million dollar radio stations, wall st wilfully refuse to undermine their capitalist enterprise that relies on keeping people uninformed, ignorant and indoctrinated in a way that allows them to simply consume to feel better about themselves. To hell with woman's rights I'll just go to a music festival and get blotto or better yet listen to a cynical radio station like Triple J so as not to think about larger political problems that shape and form and impact my very life. The classic analogy could be Plato's cave being the establishment that wants people to remain in a cave of ignorant delusion, people thinking that they are free experiencing life through reason when really they are experiencing a distorted form of reality just like in the Matrix. In Plato's cave, people fool themselves into thinking the flames flickering on the wall are reality bu the establishment lights the fire that fools the people. Camp Cope could easily be perceived as a band wanting to bring people into the light and out of the cave or matrix ideologically speaking. The band in questioning the people and why they are chained up to ignorance, lobotomized and unthinking are calling on the fire starters patriarchy itself to let their people go Camp Cope are the shepherds that want to convert the wayward herd. But they won't because the people who have chained people up in the cave want all the power over the masses and why is this because to have power over people you need themto never question your authority! also you need to keep them ignorant so the become divided and fighting amongst themselves in pseudo or false conflicts instead of confronting the true enemy - peverted ideology - that many help propagate throughout society subconciously far more so than consciously - for the simple fact that they are not aware that they are biased and msyigonistic even though they partake heavily in these beahviours. Ignorant people attack feminism and in so doing they paradoxically harm themselves by reinforcing the societal structures of their own oppression. Woman as the most oppressed persons in society since time immemorial are naturally the true leaders of the new world order based on love and empathy, fighting and war is how many have tried to order the world to calamitous end. So to bring it all back into the musical picture Camp Cope are the anthesis of a shallow mainstream pop artist seeking to make it, their music is abrasive and imperfect, their music is jarring musical expression warts and all and the refuse head on to soothe the status quo and in doing so commit 'the worst act'. They openly question perverted subconscious misogynistic ideology and the real fact that the emperor is really wearing is no clothes, this being no woman representation in music that is anti-establishment. However, the truly sad fact from my subjective male perspective is that when I look around at male artists booked at festivals and on the radio, they are all buckled and emasculated themselves like mainstream female artists many of them promoting rather than destroying patriarchy as they are forced by unfair power relations to reinforce perverted weinsteinesque ideology that is hate personified or else face punishment alongside Camp cope through the violent act of marginalization. To overcome the patriarch one must turn away from the mainstream and focus in on one's inner life. A revolution occurs by refusing to buy into corrupted institutions.

Explaining NZ Politics to a Friend in America:

your right Jeff, but really our democratic system is a two horse race as well and for all it's trappings very similar to American politics. There are no real progressive parties with mainstream support and neo-liberalism underscores the whole political agenda. Not to be doomsday about it though laughs. The most progressive party is TOP http://www.top.org.nz/policy however they are very new and have little chance of even having a person in parliament. Our government is effectively owned and operated by diary farmers (our form of big business) with a plethora of unnecessary subsides given to them to make them even richer, especially water. Labour our mainstream left party, the only chance of opposition to right wing National is a party of inertia, that champions workers rights while selling them down the river. So all up I would say democracy is acting poorly in NZ, the people and there views are not represented, leading to millions of Kiwis not turning out to vote. Grass roots and social, political movements in NZ can make a real difference voting is simply a symbolic gesture to maintain the status quo with it's embedded institutionalized exploitation. A change will come, and it will not be at the ballot box, but through denying the pseudo power and forced choice of voting. Freedom can not be restrained by the state indefinitely.

Is NZ first's Immigration policy intrinsically Selfish?

Why NZ first's immigration policy is selfish. Their position on immigration although appealing in a knee jerk reaction way, aka less people taking jobs etc does not fix the major problem that people are literally starving in third world countries and need to come to NZ. immigration is a problem because NZ actively lets in people to the country we can exploit for cheap labour. I know you and I would not want to be exploited for cheap labour, we also wouldn't want to be starving to death somewhere. The problem is bribery in the immigration system. We should not prevent people coming into the country because we think they are going to steal some resources or jobs from us. We should prevent them coming into the country so we can unceremoniously exploit them, effectively keeping them in a western form of poverty as opposed to a third world form, immigrants are faced with slavery in the west or death at home. Immigration is a forced choice for many, denying them immigration is a death sentence, we have to come together, let in the worst off into the country, instead of giving the rich a free ride in NZ by buying up million dollar assets and them receiving instant citizenship. NZ first does not plan to tackle any of these problems, it is just delaying any form of solution, so although it looks appealing, it is not, if you value human life a just immigration policy. Just my opinion.

What's Wrong with Demockracy in New Zealand?

The irony is whether someone is on the left or the right of the political system, when you question the basis for the foundation of their beliefs, anger either overt or passive appears remarkably fast. The politically neutral person who simply wants a pragmatic and effective solution taken up by government is dis-regarded. A point Gareth Morgan makes explicitly clear in his interviews were the best expert policy is simply ignored and disavowed.

The left and the right are driven by emotion, fear of loss, fear of lack. The middle-ground, the gap between right and left, is the best place for a party to be placed that aims to bring both parts of the political spectrum together and rule based on justice and fairness in a democratic fashion. A party that unites National and Labour is what's needed! and if that is simply a Utopian dream then votes as know them should be modified to create legitimate social change.

An alternative view would then allow everyone in society to vote not for parties but on policies themselves. The MP's who sit in parliament with their own hidden agendas must be neutralized. This is because the technology within our hands, to allow the will of the people to determine the road ahead is now possible. Why should the people accept the rule by others when we the people are capable and willing to rule ourselves.

Government official's and political parties have grown complacent with their unjustified position of administering democracy. They believe the way things have been done is set in stone, but even stone is broken. All politicians and bureaucrats would do well to re-read Rousseau's "The Social Contract" again. The philosopher makes it explicitly clear, that a magistrate appointed on behalf of the people to administer the law should act not on his will, nor his parties, but on the will of the people.

Hence, as we have found out over many years that politicians can not be trusted, they must be in time dispensed with altogether.

Democracy has caught a long, debilitating sickness due to the negligent misconduct of 'Kafkin' civil servants. Thus, Democracy must be returned back into the hands of the people to restore it's full political and emancipatory potential. The emancipation movement is universal, common to everyone, and not yet achieved.

National government: Uncaring on Issue of GST on Female Sanitary Products

The New Zealand government seems too scared to change the law's around GST to improve the lives of the most dis-advantaged woman in society. The blunt and emotionless rebuff by Judith Collin's over this core issue denies human self worth and dignity to our wahine. Time and time again we have witnessed the increase in GST in our country. Yet, when nearly 30,000 kiwi's signed a petition for the opposite to occur on one small everyday item the blue meanie's say no. The government seems to be only interested in taking money off people without offering any genuine gestures of good will to struggling Kiwi's throughout the country, that's a sad reality. I wonder if Judith Collin's was dropped into a parallel universe overnight becoming homeless, struggling to buy sanitary products instead choosing to feed herself, whether she would have a different perspective on the issue. I have an inkling she would! The reason National doesn't want to remove GST on basic human necessities, is because they know, as soon as they do, there will be a ground swell for the government to remove GST on the most basic human necessities; food, bread, milk and water. Our nations depressing children poverty rate conveys that a vast section of New Zealander's are clearly struggling to feed their young families. This is not good enough, we should not be treating hardworking families as disposable people. A strong, decisive and peaceful act of retaliation is needed to express the anger and disappointment around the failure of government to address GST on sanitary products. All New Zealander should temporarily boycott Fonterra products. Until the government adequately justifies why GST on sanitary products should not be removed. It's time the National party and their lack of respect for human dignity is dealt with by hitting them where it hurts their bank accounts and their precious GST on farming produce. I would strongly encourage everyone to buy soy milk, almond milk, cat milk (just joking) any alternative milk product to put pressure on the current government. New Zealander's must wake up to the reality that we too can deny the government their precious GST revenue, just as they deny us any exception's on basic human necessities.

A song about the mess that is the Auckland Public Transport System - "Big City" by Ha the Unclear

I saw a great performance of this song live at Winecellar a while back and I am glad to hear the recording turned out so well! I really like the lyrical story that underpins the song. I instantly relate as a person whom also frequents the hideous mess that is Auckland public transport. Glad to hear a local song that captures the inward battle of the Auckland commute so vividly.

Jazzy Hip Hop - E.P

A live record I engineered in Avondale inside an Industrial warehouse. It's unpolished and raw but has a sweet vibe.

The Hand of God

The Perils and Joys of being a Pedestrian in Auckland

It’s almost frowned upon to use ones legs in Auckland to get from a to b.

Menacing socialites barely able to see over a steering wheel drive with their

foot to the floor rushing to pick up their trim milk late while the peasants of the

path graciously hobble along forgotten. We who march upon the ash felt deem

ourselves lucky beyond all measure if we have the good fortune to even tread

upon a footpath. Many times I have witnessed tradies in their working vans

glued to a standstill at a busy traffic intersections. On my two feet like Achilles 

merciless I outstrip them galloping around the corner. It’s sad to realize how

our main roads, back streets, byways, dead end streets you name it are

peopled with less and less honest walkers. Ironically one does tend to see

a rise in exercising lunatics clad in leather jogging pants doing their very best to

suck in as many exhaust fumes as humanely possible. It almost makes me

sad as I think about their pristine athletic lungs slowly being riddled with carbon

monoxide and pollution.

Despite the gloom, something funny happened yesterday as I was trooping down

the road to a Socialist meeting on the edge of Morningside. While I was minding

my own business a heavy set leering woman of pakeha descent leaned out of

her passenger window and said hi. I said hi back while keeping a steady pace

toward my destination while feeling rather hungry. She asked me abruptly

“do you want some tits!”. I was rather surprised and taken aback then quickly  

realized this woman was trying to level me for which I pitied her. Politely I

declined her insincere and venomous offer as I being no fool saw that her

boyfriend or pimp was driving her about and didn’t want a part in any tomfoolery

. I then said to the woman in a low tone “I’m good thanks”.

She countered my genuine rejection of her advance by stating that the current

standing market rate to enjoy the sight of her bumbling breasts was a pittance

at “30 dollars” although she made her sum sound like a vast aristocratic fortune.

I dis-regard her quote entirely as I had absolutely no interest in playing into her

poisoned hand.

The next thing I know the woman’s four wheeled slug of a car zoomed off into

the sunset leaving me in peace. I silently hoped the cars smoky exhaust

propelled it’s occupants as far from me as humanely possible.

 It’s true that the undisputed kings of inner city transportation are cars.

This fact doesn’t stop me from laughing, howling even when I hear cheesy

generic car horns sing out with rage and anger, as if they owned the roads out

right. Like little lords and lasses with their hereditary authority unchecked

cars speed down the pot-holed roads with flagrant dis-regard for the safety of

young children walking home from school. Currently pedestrian’s maybe

overpowered by the might of the combustion engine. But sooner or later the

change will come and the smirk on their smug drivers faces will be lost for

good. The tables will do more than turn they will 360 flip. Then with the wink of

an eye the champions of society the glorious driver will become powerless

and unhinged as computers and algorithms direct humanities future movements

and the best route to ones desired destination. I would gladly pay far more than

$30 to strip despotic wayward drivers and their despicable passengers of the

cruel pride only afforded to them by the power that comes with having the

ability to direct the four wheels of a car. 

Scurrying Ants

My mind and spirit soar brushing the vaulted ceiling.

The music in the stadium propels us all into a blissed out 

state of being. It feels as if my skull has been opened up wide

causing me to lose all control of my brain. I begin to feel woozy 

and terribly strange. My limbs jump about as if possessed, 

perhaps they no longer belong to me. 

My circular eyes flicker and snap into ugly 

snare drums untuned. My thick brown hair rattles

around like spinning crash cymbals close to breaking.

My ears are engulfed in fuzzy bass-lines 

humorous and light. My arms and legs now utterly foreign to me

are moved about by discordant guitar chords

that patter through the air like overweight pigeons. 

The elevated human crowd are now lost wandering

in a different sonic dimension. All of us 

smell of over-priced liquor and burnt cigarettes.

The crowd sways and splutters like swarming plankton.

Despite my feeling of being underwater I continue to 

sip my plain lemony drink in my recycled paper cup. 

Finally the band takes to the stage for their final encore,

with what little energy they have left to give. 

After a time the lights switch on abruptly ruining 

the show, it's playful illusion broken in two.

Immediately everyone is reduced to scurrying ants. 

Foraging for Money

My hands dug through the snow looking for money 
We wanted our due and thought it not funny 
That some fool had left our cash buried in ice 
Without our modest wages we could only eat rice 
The men despaired doubting their pays existence 
I remained calm awaiting my crews enrichment  
For under a gnarled tree in a frozen forest
Were thousands of dollars fulfilling my promise  
So I dug up the folding without a second glance
Then preceded to wave the money about like a silly fan
The others crowded around and the loud roaring began 
Our pockets transformed our spirits blurred drunk   
We burned through cash faster than our ship would be sunk  

Desperation

Desperation had brought us all together. We had similar motivations for why we did what we had to do. 
Some of us had no job prospects, others needed more money for family, while others simply wanted a 

break from the languishing monotony of life. We did the jobs no one else wanted to do or ever thought of taking 

up. We were specialists in mopping up spilled milk and tying up loose ends. The higher the stakes were 

the more we charged. Overwhelming odds simply made us laugh. Of our small squad of five I was 

tasked with overseeing all the operations we took on trying to bring about the best outcome for all. 

Nothing compared to making away with the drugs and money and cashing them in for flowing riches.

We didn't like breaking the law none of us did but we needed more than a life offered under the law.

Living hand to mouth in one of the most expensive cities in the world was enough to break a man's spirits.

A complete lack of security, not being able to supply the bare necessities, struggling to pay the rent 

had made us monsters, lions, death machines that stalked the streets lurked in shadows and enforced 

secret codes the average citizen never knew existed. We lived in the grey zone between heaven and hell.

Only the Brave Look Inside

What are you running from and do you have any real hope
Of out running it 

why not be brave stand tall and slay the murky inner demons that congregate in your foolish thoughts at night 

Haven't you heard the glistening sword of clarity is the greatest gift you can give to oneself 

so weld it high like a double edged long sword and cut down the approaching enemy of negative emotion that persist in your head

In the deep recesses of your mind they are begging to be released set free and laid to rest in a bloody grave 

Once restored set out on a quest of any magnitude for however long it takes you be the judge but make sure to gather up a handful of friends that glisten brighter than rare freshly cut gem stones 

Also be careful not to drink to much in the depths of your sorrows only partake of rich wine to heighten your natural inclination toward ecstasy 

Have no fear when travelling over distant lands were danger often lurches hidden in the garb of poverty 

Laugh at the blandness of existence while cherishing the exotic vision of nature 

But always remember the only place that truly matters is inside you

Powerless as a bee dies

I saw the worst thing today
A trapped bumblebee slowly
eaten alive

The poor thing was lost looking
For an open window to escape
Into warm air

Instead it crashed against a musty
windowpane knocking itself unconscious
spelling out its own doom

The bees golden black body
Ricochet downward across the room
into a heavy drapery of silken cobwebs
spun by a menacing spider a waiting silent killer

I thought i saw the eight legged monster bounce up with glee
before letting the bee tire itself out completely
in woven webs ten times stronger than human concrete

I'm also ashamed to say that the bee was not the only one
that lay paralysed in the room I too was glued to the lounge chair
once in leisure now writhing in unabashed terror

I desperately wanted to grab a broom and shove it into the webs
saving the young bees life in the bloom of its youth
but worried I would only do more harm than good

Now I can't bare to look at that window again in case
I see the bees slender body drained of all life
a mere husk of the beautiful flying creature it once was

It was so happy and free before being murdered

All I can do now is erase and destroy all the webs
around my house to negate my sullen conscious
as a small token in homage to that fair bees life  extinguished

Only now have I come to realise how an innocent life can be lost
by my own inability to keep my house in order and free from vagabonds
lurking upon dirty windowsills

My heart will shatter like stained glass flung from the heights of heavens window

A Poem for my Mother - 'Drunk with Grief"

Gym Time!

I recently joined the gym which is great as I'm not really drinking so its good to get some kicks some how. Whenever I go to the gym most days I think of Bukowski and how he would've liked going to such a place and all the things he could have written about it, Hemingway too. Yet these two writers were more interested in getting blind drunk, gambling on horses and deep sea fishing and bull fighting (all great options laughs). However, what both authors stressed simmilarly was the neccesisty to have an expert knowledge of whatever subject you write about and love what you choose to write about more than anything else or something that consumes your life, like work and leisure.

Some days I walk into the gym with that underlining feeling of getting ready to put my body to a brutal test. Endorphins and adrenaline flood my body before I've even start working out. Just standing in the air-conditioned room is a beautiful experience. A gym is really a room of self-improvement that is a unique thing in our modern society. It's also a nice change from gigs and bars and things that can be rather destructive. As I look around the modest room I see other athletes, woman, men young  and even elderly citizens pumping iron thrashing treadmills all with the aim of staying fit and having a good time in a sort of masochistic sense haha.

I choose to sign up to the YMCA and not some poncey Les Mills where i've heard they have beautiful machine, stringent contracts and and a plethora of uptight people working out constantly sneering being rude like corporate yuppies have a tendency towards. I have to tell you there is something rather demoralising about working out and having some steroid induced hulk like figure lifting about a bajillion kilos next to you while your slumming on the neophyte levels of about 15-20 kilos on your machine laughs. If you want to humble the ego just sign up to the gym and be prepared to fall to the bottom of the food chain like a piece of plankton. Thankfully when you join up with a kind community orientated gym their are people of all shapes and sizes working out. You have people really overweight doing their best to slim down and become more healthier and they are a real inspiration to me. I think if you're struggling with your weight you should be allowed to go to the gym for free. In Japan I believe it's actually illegal to be fat haha imagine that the state watching your waistline, thats a worry.

One time it was rather funny, there was a rather fat man who though rather large looked strong and was trying to lose some pounds. That in itself wasn't memorable, it was the fact that he was working out with his girlfriend or wife and to encourage him doing his sporadic reps on the leg machine she had positioned a box in front of his machine and was doing squats in front of him for an added bit of encouragement which made me laugh inside and slightly envious haha. The irony was also the fact that the girlfriend was fit as a fiddle which made the situation even more absurd than it should have been. I could also tell the man's heart wasn't really pumped about getting fit. He had that sort of lazy personality and seemed to be feeling the pressure and being slightly forced into working out, maybe as means not to lose his girlfriend! There was no sign from his that he was aiming to improve his health of his own accord, obviously I could be very wrong. Regardless of motivation the man reminded me of Aristotelian virtue ethics and how one should really abstain from doing the right thing if you don't willingly want to do it for its own sake. One should love the means not the end as one becomes virtuous and lives a better happy life. If you don't like working out don't do it, as this opens the door in the future for actually really wanting to work out!

I also stumbled across a great quote from Aristotle that said; 'people of a virtuous disposition and character are not usually subjected to great change over the course of ones life' (paraphrased).         So if you are are a good person and fall into bad ways or problems, usually you can dig deep within yourself and find the good person your bedrock and rebuild yourself in a more virtuous and happy healthier way, all you need is the will to become the beautiful person you can be,. Like fighting addiction you simply have to choose and strive towards being healthy everyday, while enjoying the process and dis-regarding the ends and whether you succeed or fail. Nietzsche also once said its the people that don't lust after the great accolades of society that in the end achieve greatness on an exceptional scale and not the ones who want things for shallow or empty reasons like fame, money or adoration. For the vacous mentioned things in themselves are not enough to motivate one to become virtuous and strive for human perfection and self-improvement. True selfishness can produce remarkable things but perhaps nothing of real lasting value or merit "The gifted people are not given something, the opposite is true of them that have something to give back to everyone".

An Alternative Ending to Eugene Onegin

Torn in two Onegin wept giant tears 

Rejected by the woman who loved him for years 

His great blunder to spurn young love

Grasping Olga's waist oh what did he think of

Now his sweet Tatyana bid him goodbye 

While he fought of great fears to give up and die 

Alone in his bed he seethed with self-hatred 

Soon his depression turned to great fits unsated 

With his trusty pistol, he shot great holes in the walls 

In deep despair, he fell into a succession of pitfalls 

Then a maniac idea ran through his burning chest 

To storm the castle and challenge the general blessed

So, he threw away his sadness to draft a scarlet letter 

To die in the name of love he could think of nothing better

(continued)

Mosquitos fly over me like lethal dive-bombers
I'm the moving target
Their aim is deadly accurate
Aiming for the prime targets of my fleshy legs or arms full of rich addictive blood
My saving grace is their loud humming 
That gives away their precarious position like a snapped twig ringing out eliminating silence
Methodically i squash the flying insects with their transparent flimsy wings A well placed swat almost collides causing a concussed bug to fall to the ground
Faster than a spitfire shot down behind enemy lines
Only with the power to end this miniscule life and cause him to go tumbling into the next
Does my conscious attack me like friendly fire
Ashamed I pray for his recovery and future pilgrimage of blood that is less sweet than mine