I first heard of Quint via the magnificent Natures Worst (NW) series.
His bio reads: New Zealand’s weirdest songwriter.
A quick gezz at his Flickr site shows the Aucklander is more than just an avant-garde musician.
Painter, poet, photographer and You Tube producer par excellence.
The play on the iconic 4 Square Grocer and the green Lenin head on the NW3 CD are all of his work.
Sadly for Mr Baker his output is largely ignored, even by the arty-farties.
Piss all hits on quality musical output like this is a cruel injustice to his talents, what I for one see and hear in front of me.
Still, I try not to fixate too much, embroil myself in negativity, when it comes to New Zealanders attitudes to the arts in general.
Doing so would get me joining the 1 in 5 on some sort of anti-depressant.
Music is mostly my vent and I see a vast array of talent that is all but ignored, north to south.
Musical ‘talent’ is seemingly hedged to your ability to sing karaoke style in front of a camera, look good in make-up and the lynch-pin: attracting enough pubescent girls to masturbate over you.
This is my humble cry from ‘the wilds’ for Kiwi’s to switch channel now and again.
The one I watch is much more interesting.