Hating crowds, I normally avoid big public events. But like thousands of other Aucklanders, I headed into the CBD last weekend to take part in the city’s 175th anniversary party. This included the International Buskers Festival, which included performers from Australia, Canada, Spain, the UK and Pancho Libre (above) from Mexico.
This city has been my home for much of my life. It’s changed enormously since my parents arrived here from the UK in the late 1960s. More outward-looking and ethnically diverse, there are many things to love. But as a lot of the growth here is at the expense of the rest of the country, New Zealand is in danger of losing much of what has made it so attractive to generations of migrants.
The last time I’d been to the Anniversary Day festivities, the boy-child was much younger. Walking past the fairground attractions and fast-food stalls made me quite grateful he’s all grown up and no longer interested in bouncy castles and putting the ball in the clown’s mouth (or at least, isn’t interested in experiencing these things with me).
Street photography isn’t my thing normally. I feel really self-conscious pointing a camera at strangers. But my phone is more discreet, and most people were way too busy enjoying themselves to care.
The title of this post comes from the song Out on the Street by New Zealand band, Space Waltz.
In 1974, when the band won a TV talent show (think early American Idol crossed with ‘X’ Factor), glam rock was pretty alien to this very small, very conservative collection of rocks in the South Pacific. Indeed, such was my father’s antipathy to the band’s singer Alastair Riddell (think David Bowie crossed with Marc Bolan), that he would leap up and turn the TV off every time the song came on. Which was pretty frequently, since winning the talent show was huge news!
Years later, I opened my front door to find Alastair Riddell standing on the porch. A bit lost for words (telling him that my dad had once considered him the devil incarnate didn’t seem like a good idea), I kind of pointed vaguely at the downstairs flat where my landlord lived — since he was the reason Alastair had come calling.
So here is Space Waltz, with Out on the Street.
This post was written as part of Sally’s phoneography and non-SLR digital devices photo challenge at Lens and Pens by Sally. You can find out more here.