Heh. Catch you tomorrow on the show, "That Prick and Camille in the Morning on Classic Hits." Nice to know that being the prick in the morning (even when I'm not actually going out of my way to be a prick) is considered, by some, to be a positive thing!
Dave Smart
That's my name. Use it lots, see if you can wear it out, bet you can't.
September 25, 2011
Who am I? Not who I thought I was...
Heh. Catch you tomorrow on the show, "That Prick and Camille in the Morning on Classic Hits." Nice to know that being the prick in the morning (even when I'm not actually going out of my way to be a prick) is considered, by some, to be a positive thing!
August 25, 2011
Our mate Moods.
How do you go on and broadcast when you've lost a great broadcaster?
How do you pay tribute to a man who was a legend behind the mic, from behind your own?
Graeme Moody once, during a rugby commentary had all his gear give up on him. He broadcast an entire Wellington Lions home game from a cellphone, when the battery in it gave up, without missing a beat, he grabbed another one, put the first one on charge and carried on.
Yet, now that we have lost him, I am struggling to do anything more than sit next to his desk thinking about what an awesome guy that he was.
We gave each other shit. Relentless shit. We both preferred the same cubicle and there was much glee if he, or I beat the other to be the first to use it at 5 o'clock.
The 5 O'Clock Club. Us who get here at 5am every morning, me, Camille, Polly and Grant down the hall, Katrina in news, Marras in Traffic, various others, depending on the day of the week. And Moods.
I saw his arse once.
Graeme used to bike to work from Miramar. Every day, rain or shine, he was a very fit man, his muscles were huge! We used to joke about how everyone had to step to the side because Moods had his guns out. After sports bullies, the running gag was that he'd get on his bike and whip up to Levin and back for fun.
It was a rainy day, and his spot for changing out of his bike shorts was his little studio, and often, if you timed it right, or wrong, you saw his arse as he got into proper pants.
I sat by his desk for a time today. I wanted to be where my strongest memories of him are. Him, chucking shit with his mischievous grin.
He surfed. A lot. He loved the ocean. I'm not sure if it's a blessing or not, but he was surfing when he was taken from us.
Here's the news story from this morning.
Bev is his wife, they didn't have kids, there was a sadness there because he was such a father figure in our building and today, we grieve.
July 24, 2011
Celebrity v Tragedy
By reading Facebook and Twitter feeds, one could be forgiven for wondering if the death of Amy Winehouse means more to people that what has happened in Norway.
Both were a day apart, a world away, and both involved death of young people. Death, before it was naturally expected.
One was on a massive scale. Cruel, calculated, perhaps almost unfathomable. Beyond comprehension. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t seem to resonate as much with some as one that was unsurprising, singular, yet possessing something infinitely more powerful.
Celebrity.
Is it simply that we recognise her? We know her voice and have connected with her songs, and the people in Norway are as yet faceless, and even after we hear their names, will continue, for those of us on this side of the world continue to be, mostly nameless?
Or maybe it’s because we, as human beings, can handle and understand the death of one, yet we’re not equipped to deal with the atrocity of mass murder.
Perhaps we’re not built like that. We shut out the horror because if we let it in, it would scar us too deeply.
Maybe that’s a good thing. One person taking that many lives should not be easily processed. We shouldn’t be surprised if people close their eyes and try not to feel it. If we could handle it, then death on that scale would have to be commonplace – a terrible thing. We would, in turn be a much colder and harder species.
Both are tragedies. An incredible waste. I just hope that the people who are pouring out melancholy of the death of Amy Winehouse are at least as equally saddened by what has happened in Norway.
The death of one famous person should absolutely not eclipse the death of 92 (at time of writing) people who are not famous. That number which may or may not include a New Zealander.
July 05, 2011
Shotgun!

There's still a few jobs left for it to do, and we have to remove the broadcast gear out of the back and the speaker kits of the roof and then in a couple of weeks, it will disappear from our lives and be replaced by something pretty much exactly the same.
The stench of what we think may have been milk or something equally rank spilt. (Again, not me, sorted out by the groomers..)
The fender scrape. (May have been me, but I don't remember...)
Farewell, little car, we hope your new owner enjoys you as much as we have. And if you end up buying a white 4 year old RAV4 in the near future, don't be surprised if you find a lollipop or ten under the seat.