JP Goatboy does houndstooth to the enth
Pith & Wind -
Looking at me today you might find it hard to
believe that I was positively mesmerised by fashion
when my first band, The Chants, was just starting
out in Christchurch in the early ‘60s.
With the unavailability in New Zealand of most
of the actual recorded music and very little television
exposure the fashions worn by English bands, as
pictured in the pop glossy mag FAB, were all we
had to go by. I would take some pages from FAB
down to Borrie the Tailor in Chancery Lane, (just
off Cathedral Square) and ask him to reproduce
a shirt or even an entire suit for me to wear.
It was Borrie who created the houndstooth suit
(mentioned in Soul Man, the tribute to
Max Merritt on the Breathing Space As Well
EP), the idea for which I’d filched from
one of the members of The Downliners Sect, a comparatively
obscure English band that inspired The Chants.
Chants’ drummer Trevor Courtney often sported
a deerstalker hat, the idea borrowed from the
I caused a minor sensation just before we left
Christchurch for Melbourne by commissioning a
pair of trousers made of some loud curtain material
I’d discovered and wearing them on our solitary
Christchurch TV appearance. But wearing weird
trousers was as bizarre as I got in Christchurch
- remember that in those days simply having long
hair invited a lot of unwelcome commentary and
I was a relatively sensitive soul at the time.
The first incarnation of Ariel saw me (and the
band) reviving some of that ‘60s spirit
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Toolbox - This is not Cadel
Given that I don’t
like crowds I was surprised to find myself in
the company of more than three thousand five hundred
people who were freezing various parts of their
anatomy off on the Geelong foreshore at 6.30 am
at the very last day of January. All of us were
on bikes of various descriptions, ranging from
the sublimely beautiful to the strangely ridiculous.
We were all dressed in the sponsor’s green
lycra and so resembled a largesse of leprechauns
wearing funny stretch pants and plastic helmets.
The wind was strong and penetrating as we huddled
together trying to look nonchalant and unconcerned.
Whilst there were a large number of young athletic
types practising their one thousand yard stare
over their fashionably stubbled chins there was
also a good selection of the proletariat mit lumpen.
There were old people and not so old, thin people
and people who were quite generously dimensioned.
They were all cold and all waiting to get started,
a process that took a large amount of time as
the organisers sensibly started people by.. read