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Mark Russell
Graffiti Crimes
Anyone living outside Wellington may not be aware of Graffiti-Gate, which has unfolded on a famous wall on a busy suburban street in the capital.
For almost three decades a couple of undistinguished retaining walls in Wallace Street, Mt Cook, have taken it in turns to be a shrine of sorts to Joy Division singer Ian Curtis who took his own life in 1980, aged 23.
When passing, we walked in silence.
The big, white IAN CURTIS graffiti has survived repeated attacks. In its original location, some wag attached the memorable sub-heading ‘Laughing Boy’ – a superbly ironic comment on Curtis’ dark music and, ultimately, terminal outlook on life.
When the original graffiti was painted over, IAN CURTIS simply reappeared up the road at its present site.
When someone with no appreciation for Curtis’ music transformed “Ian Curtis RIP” to “Ian Curtis GRIPS” a year or two back, the G and S were soon transformed into tombstones by the Remember Curtis Custodians, and another chapter of this enduring Wellington urban tale written, if not in stone then at least on concrete.
In early September overzealous City Council graffiti cleanup artists painted over the iconic wall. It was, the Council quickly assured the rumbling masses, a genuine mistake and they hinted if the tribute was to reappear it would be allowed to remain.
This is where, for me, urban folklore becomes hijacked for all the wrong reasons. The graffiti did reappear, first in chalk (fine) along with tributes to Michael Jackson and Patrick Swayze, and then in paint . . . with two ZM DJs claiming responsibility. One, Mark Dye, admitted “I didn’t even really know who Ian Curtis was – I’m only 22…”
What the Zero Mana jocks from ZM failed to appreciate was that this was an iconic Wellington social commentary that had endured for 28 years. It was a “by the people, for the people” gig, our own Welly insider’s gag with an ongoing punchline.
We didn’t want or need them and their radio station involved, particularly given young Mark’s admission of musical ignorance. I wasn’t a sports journalist when Pele was playing but I still know who he is.
This fundamental failure to understand when commerce and social movements should and should not come together is played out all the time on online social marketing platforms such as Facebook and Twitter.
Savvy brands create bands of supporters, interest groups and advocates on these sites – but it’s an invitational arrangement where people choose to let companies into their own little corner of the InterWeb.
Anything else is spam. Unwanted. Not respected. Soon ridiculed.
I could try to be clever and quote the line from Pink Floyd’s The Wall about us not needing any thought control, thanks ZM. Or refer to Mi-Sex’s Graffiti Crimes.
But it would probaby all be lost on young Mark Dye.
By Mark Russell
Anyone living outside Wellington may not be aware of Graffiti-Gate, which has unfolded on a famous wall on a busy suburban street in the capital.
For almost three decades a couple of undistinguished retaining walls in Wallace Street, Mt Cook, have taken it in turns to be a shrine of sorts to Joy Division singer Ian Curtis who took his own life in 1980, aged 23.
When passing, we walked in silence.
The big, white IAN CURTIS graffiti has survived repeated attacks. In its original location, some wag attached the memorable sub-heading ‘Laughing Boy’ – a superbly ironic comment on Curtis’ dark music and, ultimately, terminal outlook on life.
When the original graffiti was painted over, IAN CURTIS simply reappeared up the road at its present site.
When someone with no appreciation for Curtis’ music transformed “Ian Curtis RIP” to “Ian Curtis GRIPS” a year or two back, the G and S were soon transformed into tombstones by the Remember Curtis Custodians, and another chapter of this enduring Wellington urban tale written, if not in stone then at least on concrete.
In early September overzealous City Council graffiti cleanup artists painted over the iconic wall. It was, the Council quickly assured the rumbling masses, a genuine mistake and they hinted if the tribute was to reappear it would be allowed to remain.
This is where, for me, urban folklore becomes hijacked for all the wrong reasons. Read the rest of this entry »