Tony Peake RIP

It’s with much sor­row that I say good­bye to anoth­er long-stand­ing and very respect­ed friend, Tony Peake.

A huge­ly influ­en­tial fig­ure in not only Christchurch’s but New Zealand’s music scene in the late 1970s and ear­ly 1980s, with­out whom large parts of the things we cel­e­brate as New Zealand music would look very different.

And a mate.….

I issued one of the first two record­ings from his lat­er band, The New­tones, on Class of 81; the slight­ly twist­ed psy­che­del­ic pop of New Way. They then man­aged to manip­u­late the always manip­u­lat­able NZ charts and pushed their debut EP, which came in at least three dif­fer­ent coloured sleeves, into the sin­gles list­ings at num­ber 13 in May of that year, caus­ing a flus­ter at RIANZ cen­tral. Anoth­er sin­gle, My World, followed.

I used to love his, often extend­ed, vis­its to Auck­land when we would talk music and just talk for hours; and, as much, craved the pack­ages of sin­gles, includ­ing my first real expo­sure to heavy Jamaican dub 12“s, he would send up from his incred­i­ble record store at Christchurch Uni­ver­si­ty. Tak­ing advan­tage of an edu­ca­tion­al loop­hole in the dra­con­ian import laws in Mul­doon’s New Zealand, it was for years the best record store in NZ, bar none.

There is a quite won­der­ful and evoca­tive piece on Tony’s bands at Mys­terex.

Thank you Tony. Rest peacefully.

An update / note (Fri­day 15th):

When I was first told of Tony’s pass­ing (by Jim Wil­son and Paul Mcneil –  I woke to PMs on Face­book from both) we all made com­ment that we hoped that some­thing would be writ­ten to remem­ber an extra­or­di­nary man, but we wor­ried that it would, as is New Zealand’s way with so much of its left of main­stream cul­ture, sim­ply pass into his­to­ry with­out record. The com­ments on this page and the var­i­ous Face­book threads have proved us wrong. I’m tru­ly moved by all of the words under this post. I could add some­thing cheesy here but I think Tony would’ve just told me to STFU


Join the discussion and tell us your opinion.

Rus­sell Brown
October 14, 2010 at 12:41 pm

Aw, man.

Tony was so cool when I was a kid. He ran the lit­tle record shop in the loft of the Can­ter­bury Uni­ver­si­ty book­shop. We’d go in there after school and leaf through the new imports. He’d get stuff in for us. We thought he was a legend.

Killer fact: the New­tones did a great ver­sion of ‘Bal­lad of a Thin Man’.

RIP, Tony.

Ed Hayes
October 14, 2010 at 2:42 pm

I still have a New­tones 7″ (with Tony’s face on the cov­er) — I think every­one who shopped reg­u­lar­ly at UBS bought one to help it chart (well, we all know that the stores manip­u­lat­ed the RIANZ sales reports anyway).

And just the oth­er day read Greg Churchill’s inter­view in Rip It Up ‑with a nice trib­ute to Tony as the god­fa­ther, in a sense, of many DJ’s.

I remem­ber that sum­mer of 83/84 — every Fri­day night I think it was, at the Zanz­ibar being intro­duced to “alter­na­tive dance music” with stand­outs such as New­cleus and Afri­ka Baambatta. 

Thanks Tony. You were inspirational.

James McCabe
October 14, 2010 at 4:37 pm

Com­plete­ly under­stat­ed, huge­ly influ­en­tial, and dead­ly cool. A sixth sense about where music was head­ing. No sur­prise I was on his dance floor (at the Zanz­ibar in Syden­ham) when I first heard New Order’s Blue Monday.
And at UBS I remem­ber rev­er­en­tial­ly hand­ing over disks I want­ed to check out on the head­phones. If he didn’t like what I’d select­ed, I’d nev­er have known. For him music real­ly was a sacra­ment and he knew that to pass judge­ment on a customer’s taste was an unnec­es­sary and dam­ag­ing cruelty.
Love­ly guy, ter­ri­ble loss.

Stu­art Page
October 14, 2010 at 5:32 pm

Good­bye dear Tony, you were so gen­er­ous and friend­ly and sup­port­ive those years I was at Art School ’76-’79. Thanks for the great mix­tapes, thanks for all the imports, thanks for the par­ties and com­ing to all my open­ings. Thanks for being such a cool look­ing punk too! You were a sig­nif­i­cant influ­ence, unflinch­ing­ly easy-going and you’ll be missed and remem­bered by many peo­ple. There will nev­er be any­one quite like you.

Roy Mont­gomery
October 14, 2010 at 5:40 pm

To add to the mem­o­ry thread: I remem­ber Tony in the late 70s and ear­ly 80s as a kind of coun­ter­cul­tur­al bureau chief who had two offices, one at work as men­tioned above, the oth­er at home in Queens Ave, Merivale. He was very good at con­nect­ing peo­ple to cul­tur­al objects or to each oth­er. “Have you heard…? No? (puts cig­a­rette in mouth, squints slight­ly, lays vinyl on turntable) Lis­ten to that bassline…” For drop-outs like me Tony’s drop-in cen­tres were an impor­tant ele­ment in my re-edu­ca­tion. I recall a cer­tain metic­u­lous­ness about pre­sen­ta­tion. A red Jansen Invad­er over­hauled by (the oth­er) Bob Mould at Music Spe­cial­ists replete with Schaler machine heads and Hum­buck­ing pick­ups a process which seemed to take years. A well-mod­u­lat­ed androge­ny. Young women rhetor­i­cal­ly and hope­ful­ly telling me “He’s not real­ly gay…” Being gen­tly lam­pooned by him for my think­ing that Wire were supe­ri­or to vir­tu­al­ly all oth­er bands. His abil­i­ty to dance vigourous­ly and give the impres­sion that he was smok­ing casu­al­ly at the same time. Giv­ing him an orig­i­nal psy­che­del­ic John Lennon poster (the one with the op-art swirly glass­es) that I had bought years ear­li­er at the Curios­i­ty Shop in Chancery Arcade (it said George Har­ri­son on the back, which is why, less high­ly evolved being that I was at the age of eleven, I bought it) because from what I could tell he real­ly did believe in what Lennon said in the 70s. Even if these details aren’t as accu­rate as I would like to think the fact is Tony was instru­men­tal in set­ting more than one com­pass, includ­ing mine. I’m very grate­ful for that.

October 15, 2010 at 12:34 am

just want­ed to add, Tony was an awe­some, open and hon­est guy, and a great encour­ager and sup­port­er of me and Dark Tow­er in our ear­ly days in christchurch — cir­ca 93–97. it’s sad to see him go…

October 15, 2010 at 3:33 am

Very sad.

Stephen McIn­tyre
October 15, 2010 at 4:28 am

Tony was many things to many peo­ple — he made a huge impact.

To me, he was a big broth­er; and when I was just a freaked out, shy lit­tle kid of 13 he treat­ed me and talked to me just like he treat­ed any of the scary look­ing ‘grown ups’ with cropped pink and green hair who hung around the upstairs mez­za­nine floor of the Uni­ver­si­ty Book­shop where his record den was first locat­ed — as a real per­son; not as a child.

I remem­ber a beau­ti­ful, smi­ley, boun­cy man who smelt scrump­tious; and that the record sec­tion also smelt real­ly yum­my — lots of musky incense, like a holy place or shrine — and that when­ev­er I went in there the most fan­tas­tic music was playing.

He had impec­ca­ble taste but was no snob — in the days when musi­cal tastes were extra­or­di­nar­i­ly black and white and polarised, Tony would have no qualms about putting Met­al Box on the turntable, fol­lowed by Chic, fol­lowed by Dr Alimantado.

It’s kin­da like that say­ing about every­one who bought the first Vel­vet’s album in the 70s then form­ing a band; it seems that every­one in Chch who bought a record at the Book­shop then start­ed a band; or at least got up on stage, or made paint­ings, or videos, or became cre­ative in some way.

When we were just spot­ty, annoy­ing­ly testos­terone fuelled, shy high school brats, Tony got Bal­lon D’Es­sai our first three gigs — once at the Uni­ver­si­ty Ball­room and twice at the Glad­stone pub. We could­n’t play for shit and we were all so clear­ly under­age; why did he both­er to do that?

I believe it’s because he had so much love and he enjoyed shar­ing that love with peo­ple, sim­ply through being him­self and doing what he loved doing — being artis­tic, being musi­cal, talk­ing, encour­ag­ing, guid­ing, life educating.

He passed on peace­ful­ly at his home in Vic­tor Har­bour, S. Aus­tralia, in com­fort and with friends around him.

Dear­est Prince Peake — with love …

Paul McNeil
October 15, 2010 at 5:02 am

Yeah, The coolest guy i had ever met.
seemed like he just knew fan­tas­tic things and did fan­tas­tic stuff all the time. And of course he did.

Pas­sion­ate about great things and pas­sion­ate about shar­ing them with every­one, just to make the world a bet­ter place.

thanks for form­ing my life in a great way Tony.

the world needs more peo­ple like you

rest in peace old friendx

Brigid Kel­ly
October 15, 2010 at 5:11 am

So, so sor­ry to hear this. Tony would give me free cock­tails at Zanz­ibar when I was slight­ly too young to be there and was always so awe­some when­ev­er I saw him in sub­se­quent years. RIP.

October 15, 2010 at 5:41 am

Fond mem­o­ries of vinyl at the uni book shop and weird nights at Zanzibar…thanks Tony, rest in peace.

Sharon Hunter
October 15, 2010 at 5:45 am

Tony was such a focus and fix­ture at the won­der­ful Uni­ver­si­ty Book Shop. Uni­ver­si­ty days were the best of times. It was a great peri­od in our his­to­ry and he was a key part of that.

David Swift
October 15, 2010 at 5:57 am

Tony made Son­ny & Cher, Tap­per Zukie and dozens of oth­ers pret­ty cool in Christchurch back then, through either astute cov­er ver­sions on stage or jaw-drop­ping choice of stock at UBS.

He sold so many copies of Joy Divi­sion’s Unknown Plea­sures and Clos­er on import (yes, we were all queu­ing up for them) that he seri­ous­ly dent­ed city sales of the offi­cial releas­es much later.

He was a gen­er­ous, gen­tle cru­sad­er for aur­al self-improve­ment (as he saw it) among his UBS customers. 

About 1982 I went to Ilam seek­ing his advice on what to share with the pub­lic, as for some rea­son ”rock” radio sta­tion 3ZM (as it was then known) decid­ed to give a late-night Sun­day slot to a local news­pa­per music crit­ic who could attempt to influ­ence lis­ten­ers with a choice new release of worth.

”You got­ta take this in,” said Tony. ”It’s bril­liant. Best release of the year so far.”

It was ”Show­case In A Suit­case” by Jamaican chanter Prince Far I. Not one of his mas­ter­pieces, but a rea­son­able col­lec­tion of artists’ from Far I’s own sta­ble. One song per artist, fol­lowed by Far I’s thun­der­ous dec­la­ra­tions over the exact same rhythm. 

I was hes­i­tant, as it seemed a lit­tle ”out-there”, but most­ly because I did­n’t know enough about Prince Far I to real­ly chat about him with the DJ who would be escort­ing the lis­ten­ers through my plat­ter that mattered.

Tony, glee­ful­ly seiz­ing his chance, put my mind at ease by insist­ing on writ­ing me a two-page essay on Prince Far I and his impor­tance to Jamaican music and the glob­al sound­scape in gen­er­al, and packed me off to 3ZM with the reas­sur­ance that the lis­ten­ers would love it.

Remem­ber, this was a sta­tion that regard­ed Talk­ing Heads’ ”Fear Of Music” as absolute­ly edgy ”new wave” at the time and Bob Mar­ley was the only known air­play reggae.

Sure enough, after about 15minutes of the likes of “Can’t Take Su Su Pon Dread” by the still-unher­ald­ed Nag­go Mor­ris, fol­lowed of course by Prince Far I’s ver­sion of the what­ev­er cho­sen cut, the lis­ten­ers start­ed to vote with their tele­phone calls in to the studio.

”When ya gonna take this shit off, mate????” was the gen­er­al tone to the non-dub­wize DJ.

I think it was the last time I did that slot.…..

Thank you Tony!

”And the beat goes on.……”

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Chris W
October 15, 2010 at 8:13 am

I spent many hap­py hours brows­ing the records upstairs in the Uni­ver­si­ty of Can­ter­bury book­shop in the late 70’s and ear­ly 80’s. The best things about Tony were that he would order stuff from over­seas for you, and he let you put your pur­chas­es ‘on account’. A bit dan­ger­ous when I was on a $481 year­ly allowance (yes, the gov­ern­ment used to pay you to go to Uni­ver­si­ty in those days). Most of my Chrit­mas hol­i­days were spent work­ing to pay off my debt. Even though I would get con­sid­er­ably behind in my account, Tony would qui­et­ly ask if I would mind get­ting my account up to date — whilst plac­ing my next over­seas order. I did­n’t know Tony per­son­al­ly, but I remem­ber him well, and his pass­ing has opened a flood­gate of mem­o­ries for me of those times, and the music of that peri­od. I am sor­ry he is no longer with us.

Tim Baird
October 15, 2010 at 8:36 am

Wow, this is real­ly very sad news indeed. I met Tony back in the mid-90s here in Christchurch when he was man­ang­ing The Edge bar (now the Rock­pool) on Here­ford Street through our mutu­al friend Andrew Pen­man from Sal­mo­nel­la Dub. He was wicked; always elec­tri­cal­ly super-enthu­si­as­tic about music, always keen on hear­ing new sounds and with an ency­clo­pe­dic mem­o­ry of records from years gone by that used to absolute­ly blow me away. Lit­tle did I know that when he cooked us din­ner in his place in Syd­ney’s noto­ri­ous Red­fern back in June 2005 that this would be our last meet­ing; I recall he cooked us all an amaz­ing 5 course meal but was too unwell at the time to eat any of it him­self, which is in itself true mark of his gen­eros­i­ty and amaz­ing spir­it. He was a true one off, a big influ­ence on me from the moment I first met him, and I feel tru­ly hon­oured to have spent time in his pres­ence. We’ve lost one of the good ones.RIP Tony.

Tracey Hark­er
October 15, 2010 at 8:58 am

Tony was an amaz­ing inspi­ra­tion to us all and I will always cred­it him for edu­cat­ing me with gus­to on a myr­i­ad of top­ics from beat poet­ry to Dub to how to cook the best curry.
His Sun­day after­noon get togeth­ers in Red­fern were leg­end.. fab­u­lous peo­ple, food,music and his seduc­tive com­pa­ny… enough to make Mon­day feel not too bad.
A delight­ful soul who I will dear­ly miss

October 15, 2010 at 8:59 am

As well as doing his job, Tony man­aged John McCarthy’s expec­ta­tions as book­ings man­ag­er for The Edge in the mid90s. It was John’s prick­ly Irish baby, he was clos­ing Warn­ers and want­ed a more sophis­ti­cat­ed clien­tele. Tony showed him that rock did­n’t need to wear a black fish­er­mans-rib jer­sey and that roots jazz, soul and reg­gae could be found in strange new places. Bra­vo. You showed some over­seas heros a good time, seed­ed some endur­ing col­lab­o­ra­tions, stood vig­i­lant­ly out of the way and let peo­ple give it their best.

David Yet­ton
October 15, 2010 at 9:06 am

A gen­uine­ly good man with a big heart … RIP Tony

stephanie oberg
October 15, 2010 at 9:38 am

Always gen­er­ous with his time and his home, I won­der if Tony realised the impact he had on so many of us and how cher­ished those mem­o­ries of him are for us all. I can still hear his voice and laugh, talk­ing into the small hours. Always in my heart, very sad, very very sad.

Mark Brooks
October 15, 2010 at 9:40 am

I played bass, wrote songs, sang and fought with Tony Peake in many of his Christchurch groups includ­ing The St of Flow­ers, the Planes and notably the New­tones dur­ing the post punk boom of the 80’s. 

I knew Tony very well and am sad­dened to hear of his death. Tony’s record counter at the Uni­ver­si­ty Book­shop was a cat­a­lyst in the evo­lu­tion of NZ inde­pen­dent music, our very own equiv­a­lent to Mal­colm’s Kings Rd shop. 

My school group the Vaux­halls were intro­duced to Alan Park through Tony and in lat­er years I would always count on run­ning into a whole gamut of musi­cians and scen­esters hav­ing a cof­fee and a smoke with Tony at the UBS counter. It was Tony who first played me Lee Per­ry, the Cramps, the Pop Group, Scrit­ti Polit­ti and many oth­er records I still play and cher­ish to this day.

I remem­ber draw­ing up plans to form a band with TP post Van­dals and Vaux­halls and the intense speed which every­thing came togeth­er. With­in weeks the New­tones had writ­ten a set of new songs and sup­port­ed the Swingers at the Hills­bor­ough and XTC at the Christchurch Town Hall and had begun to play our own shows at the DB Glad­stone. A tes­ta­ment to his vision.

A Bris­bane boy who chose to set­tle in Chrischurch, Tony had fan­tas­tic charis­ma which got him into and out of a lot of strife dur­ing his life­time. A con­trary char­ac­ter who was both inspi­ra­tion and infu­ri­at­ing to me at the same time. Thats what made him so unique and I can only echo Roy’s sen­ti­ment here and say he changed the lives of all who came into con­tact with him for­ev­er. Rock On TP!

Michael Hig­gins
October 15, 2010 at 9:50 am

Oth­er peo­ple have said much about what great com­pa­ny Tony was and his his great sense of style (all of which is true) and what a won­der­ful haven it was when the record shop was upstairs at UBS. (Nev­er quite the same when he moved down­stairs and the bank com­plained about noise lev­els). Roy talked about set­ting com­pass­es and that’s so true. In that pre-inter­net age the oth­er side of the world was at least three months away for most of us (the time it took sur­face mail NME’s to arrive). I’d pieced some of it togeth­er by the time I got to uni­ver­si­ty in 78 but sud­den­ly there was all of this music (past and present) and some­one to talk to about it (and to sell it to us at $30 odd an LP — god knows how I afford­ed it but I’ve still got most of them). I think I took it all for grant­ed at the time. Saw it all as just anoth­er part of the world open­ing up after five years at a catholic sin­gle sex boys school. But look­ing back I realise now how much duller my world could have been. And that’s before we get to the New­tones (and Bal­lad of a Thin Man and The Beat Goes On and Christchurch Part 2)… It was a privilege…

Rus­sell Brown
October 15, 2010 at 9:56 am

I’m real­ly moved to dis­cov­er that even two decades after I used to see him, Tony was still that guy: cool, gen­tle, kind, impec­ca­ble taste.

And this might bring back a few mem­o­ries — Christchurch City Library’s online col­lec­tion of 80s Christchurch band posters:–1989/thumbnails/

Neil Owens
October 15, 2010 at 10:47 am

Tony was cool before any­one. Style, taste, humour, fun and friend­ship he was unique. A trip around the south island with Chris Bruce and Tony, nev­er to for­get. Respect Jah Peake, one love dread x

October 15, 2010 at 2:17 pm

Simon, sor­ry to hear of your loss of anoth­er friend so soon.
I’m with Chris again at the moment and showed him your news. He was quite sad­dened by Tony’s pass­ing and he reached out and touched the image of Tony you’ve post­ed with a lot of rememberances. 

Some of the trib­utes post­ed here about Tony remind me of both you and Chris; orig­i­na­tors who have con­tributed so much & also been so sup­port­ive to every­one else. 

Speak­ing of cruis­ing vinyl haunts, thanks again for let­ting me hang out at Taste Records & every­thing since. 


October 15, 2010 at 2:21 pm
– In reply to: Sam

Hey Sam,
you know it was always a plea­sure! Say hi to Chris. I knew he would be sad­dened by Tony’s passing.

Robert Scott
October 15, 2010 at 5:10 pm

So sad to hear of this news, I remem­ber one of our first stops when reach­ing Christchurch on tour with The Clean was UBS where Tony had so many good records in the racks, quite an inspi­ra­tion, will miss you mate.

Michael Daly
October 15, 2010 at 5:47 pm

A school­boy, in uni­form, spends hours in your lit­tle mez­za­nine record shop, fas­ci­nat­ed by the cool guy with coloured hair, asks about PIL’s Met­al Box. You try to dis­suade him, say­ing “It’s out as a reg­u­lar Lp in a month or so” … I still have it, your pho­to­copied track list sel­l­otaped to the back left a shiny rec­tan­gle on the rust­ed tin many years later.

Our first ever con­ver­sa­tion Tony, and I felt on top of the world that day. I would not have believed that the awe I felt then would so soon and so eas­i­ly become a friend­ship that would span decades and cross oceans.

Where and what would I be now if I had­n’t known you? In a less­er place, and a less­er per­son by far.

Thank you Tony, my heart­felt thanks for so very very much 

michael xxxx

Scott Wilkin­son
October 16, 2010 at 3:28 am

So sad to hear of Tony’s death.
He was such an amaz­ing­ly kind and won­der­ful per­son. I remem­ber how well he treat­ed us as snot­ty high school kids trolling through his record bins and talk­ing ado­les­cent crap in his record shop… with respect, as equals, nev­er a patro­n­is­ing word. His nat­ur­al effort­less charis­ma spoke so much more than any of the emp­ty rhetoric the embit­tered author­i­ty fig­ures of Christchurch Boys High lec­tured to us.
We looked up to him the way a shy kid would look up to his cool big brother.
Our school band sup­port­ed the New­tones at the Glad­stone in 1981… our very first pub gig. We were all far too young to even be in the place (at 17, I was two years old­er than every­one else). We could­n’t play our instru­ments for shit but Tony was just so sup­port­ive, even intro­duc­ing us to his wild and won­der­ful sound man — Fred Kramer — anoth­er icon of ear­ly eight­ies Christchurch.
A cou­ple of years lat­er he pro­vid­ed the piv­otal week­end night hang­out in the form of the amaz­ing Zanz­ibar. To this day it’s still fond­ly half remem­bered by so many peo­ple I cher­ish. I once passed out on the dance floor after skulling a bot­tle of cheap vod­ka with Lar­ry Owens. We were prob­a­bly danc­ing to the 18 minute ver­sion of Don­na Sum­mer’s “I Feel Love” at the time, or Cabaret Voltaire’s 12 inch ver­sion of “Sen­so­ria” or any num­ber of huge­ly influ­en­tial tracks he exposed our youth­ful minds to. Tony cared pas­sion­ate­ly about music in a kind of non pre­ten­tious, uncon­di­tion­al way that is very rare to find in people.
He informed my cul­tur­al taste in so many ways.
I’m sup­posed to be work­ing today. I’m sit­ting in my stu­dio in down­town Man­hat­tan try­ing to move some 3D char­ac­ters around on screen in the vague hope they’ll sud­den­ly spring back in to life. Some­how I don’t think it’s going to happen.
Instead I’m remem­ber­ing the small cor­ner of the world I grew up in and the awe­some peo­ple like Tony who made it so special.
Thank you, mate… we’ll all miss you xxx

Otis B. Driftwood
October 16, 2010 at 8:09 am

You say good­bye, I say hel­lo – chameleon, drifter, con­fused, mis­used, drug­gie, drinker, bene­fac­tor, wronged, cham­pi­oned, laugh­able, lost, strung-out, strung-up, lov­able, fak­er, shak­er, dis­il­lu­sioned, believ­er, believed, eager, fear­less, naive, friend, host, giv­er, deceiv­er, doyen, seek­er – so long pal.

Mac­Don­ald Paul Gourlie
October 16, 2010 at 11:47 am

Tama Tu, Tama Ora
Tama Noho, Tama Mate
Te Hei Mau­ri Ora

Kia Ora Whanau Fam­i­ly Friends…

Tena Koe Tony e hoa e whanaun­ga, ki aro­ha, to man­awa e toku manawa
Real­ly my broth­er Tony and my friend, those who have spo­ken before me have expressed so well who you are and continue …

First let me tell you I am angry you go before me, you are my younger broth­er and you ought to say good-bye to me… also, because you always encour­aged me even when I was not so kind, you found ways to make us laugh and try to do good things again… real­ly bro why have your gone on ahead…

Sec­ond I will not believe you are gone, not yet, not today… i will sit and walk and play with you before i say good bye… there is a Rakau with your name on it … an Akeake and I want to plant this…

Third­ly, I will join with all the won­der­ful peo­ple you shared your wicked­ly awe­some life togeth­er with and CELEBRATE Tony Peake who so gen­er­ous­ly touched our lives…
Kau­mat­ua Elders, you were already one of them, even when you were so young, you gave every once to ensure encour­age­ment won the day…

yea I know you, I am a bet­ter per­son because of you

Haere Haere Haera ki te Maatua
Go, Go, Thrice Go to the place were we came from
go and pre­pare a swick­e­ly kool place for us, so when we catch up we again enjoy you and your ways

now come with my my broth­er my friend, sit awhile and cry with me so I can laugh and for­get and remem­ber, let our tears and noses run togeth­er, that our laugh­ter when it returns be loud. That when you go time will mean noth­ing till we meet in a far bet­ter place.. eh Tony, eh Bro…

To man­awa e toku manawa
Your heart is my heart
021 260 8059 for those think­ing we want to get togeth­er on his next Birth­day to Cel­e­brate his life… and plant anoth­er Akeake wicked­ly awe­some trees, like Tony make the best of where every they grow

Jim D
October 16, 2010 at 2:23 pm

Very sad news, Tony was an inspi­ra­tional person/mentor/musician. He was instru­men­tal in guid­ing me in his hon­est gen­tle way into the world of Dub punk and indie music. I still cher­ish the Cre­ation Rebel disc he wise­ly told me I just had to have. And i will always cher­ish the New­tones paint the town red disc that is a true gem. Their gigs were a son­ic delight.

Tony Paint the Town Red
Thanks for touch­ing our lives

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lis­sa bruce
October 17, 2010 at 12:11 am

Incred­i­ble man, Im so heart­bro­ken by the new’s of his death. Tony did not have the capac­i­ty to be judge­men­tal it just was not in his nature, he was uncon­di­tion­al­ly giving…I met him in chch at 17 just dropped out of high school.… he was an incred­i­ble record dig­ger and would find the most amaz­ing­ly rare gems…somehow…just say you like some­thing and Tony would push it…but have you heard this?… I lived with him in Syd­ney in the very ear­ly nineties .. I was more a raver… he was into club’s…but we would have ear­ly morn.. late after­noon catch up’s talk about the fun­ny expe­ri­ences we had had the night before..cook some food and lis­ten to chill out music…usually mas­sive attack…emotional time’s… rest in peace Tony, i will remem­ber you for your gen­er­ous heart, lust for life and mean cur­rie’s … you are a large piece in the jig­saw puz­zle of my life.….xxxx

October 17, 2010 at 2:50 am

read­ing thru all the above post
i have these lit­tle films (some­times just sec­onds), of my life rolling thru my head.
peo­ple places music..
my love goes out to all who have been touched by this remark­able man

rest in peace tony

War­ren Pringle
October 17, 2010 at 5:09 am

Hey Tones, that viva­cious wel­com­ing encom­pass­ing smile that simul­ta­ne­ous­ly dic­tat­ed chal­lenge and inclu­sion, there was nev­er any bull­shit with who or what you were, a swirling roil of ener­gy fresh to Chch in 75 from across the big­ger shore, in Gilly’s spring gar­den already con­jur­ing up pat­terns for future store, an alchemist of sub­stance and sound and as with many I was priv­i­leged to have been in your orbit. We miss you heaps.

David McKen­zie
October 17, 2010 at 3:58 pm

I feel ter­ri­bly upset about Tony’s death, and won’t even try to write
about the huge impact this won­der­ful and kind man had upon my life.

I have so many hap­py mem­o­ries of Tony, How­ev­er, the last time I saw him
is still par­tic­u­lar­ly vivid. It was at a bar in Here­ford Street, Christchurch, some time in the ear­ly 1990’s, I think. 

Tony was DJ-ing a punk revival night at the bar. He’d just spun a
favourite sin­gle of mine -“This Per­fect Day” by the Saints (“…Don’t talk to me ’bout what you done/Ain’t noth­ing changed, it all goes on/And they’ll keep laugh­ing till the end …”

As the music played on, Tony was busy lean­ing over the bar, a ban­dan­na art­ful­ly hang­ing from his back jeans pock­et, chat­ting-up a good-look­ing barman. 🙂

Thank you for every­thing Tony. I will nev­er for­get you.

David-James McKen­zie

Jay Clark­son
October 17, 2010 at 6:14 pm

At some of the larg­er gigs The Play­things and New­tones shared back in the day (Ori­en­ta­tions, I guess) Tony would so often cross the crowd­ed floor to come and say a sweet hel­lo to me. I was too social­ly inept those days to cross the floor myself — so his approach was always val­ued. A sweet good­bye to you, Tony. Dance on.

October 18, 2010 at 6:14 am

Thanky­ou, SImon, for this thread. It has been won­der­ful to read these beau­ti­ful trib­utes and some of them will be includ­ed in Tony’s farewell ser­vice tomor­row, on Tues­day. It will be at mid­day NZ time for those who would like to send a karakia for our friend.
Best to all the friends, GIlly

louise payne
October 18, 2010 at 6:45 am

All I got­ta say is the world was a more beau­ti­fl place with Tony in it‑I remem­ber him in the late 1970s-in2ear­ly 1980+s then i wnt over seas–AArrgghh (((Tony))) the good real­ly do die young-

Mike Jef­feris
October 18, 2010 at 2:44 pm

The fact that it has been many years since I last saw Tony makes the news of his pass­ing no less upset­ting. Like a lot of old faces here, he was a huge influ­ence on me grow­ing up. As an aspir­ing gui­tar play­er at the age of 17, it was a huge thrill to play my first ever gig at Ilam uni­ver­si­ty in a one-off band he put togeth­er for the event.
Par­ties at his flat, hours and hours lis­ten­ing to new music at the old bookshop…golden mem­o­ries indeed.
A ter­rif­ic influ­ence, a big heart and a ter­ri­ble loss.

Bon­nie-Kate Dewar
October 18, 2010 at 8:38 pm

Since hear­ing about Tony’s death from Michael over the week­end, my heart and mind has been full of won­der­ful mem­o­ries. Of great days at the Red­fern flat, kick­ing off our shoes and groov­ing around in our slip­pery socks; of tak­ing eat­ing din­ner at mid­night after an evening tak­ing turns choos­ing the next track; of explor­ing Syd­ney with our heads held high won­der­ing at the build­ings above; of get­ting the gig­gles jump­ing on a tram­po­line with­in the Muse­um of Con­tem­po­rary Art; of late nights/early morn­ings soak­ing up his sto­ries and wis­dom; danc­ing yet again, most recent­ly at my wed­ding in 2007, of run­ning through the rain like lit­tle kids. Of my dear friend’s open arms, infec­tious laugh, wel­com­ing smile and huge, open heart. Like so many oth­ers who have post­ed here, Tony was such a huge influ­ence of my life, par­tic­u­lar­ly after spend­ing time togeth­er in Syd­ney in the 1990s. I would have been such a less­er per­son if I had not met him and been able to explore the world with him. 

We spoke a few months ago, and i emailed from Lon­don. There is an email in my inbox with the greet­ing ‘hel­lo gor­geous one’ and I can hear his voice 🙂 I love you Tony. I will miss you. And I will always car­ry you in my heart.

Tony Green
October 19, 2010 at 12:04 am

I had the same expe­ri­ence at the UBS upstairs in the late 70’s, but I’ll always remem­ber how ner­vous I felt in ear­ly 1993 short­ly before Sonya and I were about to get out of the Chch womb and move to California…I had a pret­ty decent thing going and I was pret­ty appre­hen­sive about let­ting it all go…Tony came in to Galaxy ( I think he was man­ag­ing the Here­ford St Bar at the time) and lis­tened (he was a good lis­ten­er!) to me whine about it…and then basi­cal­ly told me to pull my head out and see it for what it was, a great oppor­tu­ni­ty to shake me up and out­ta my com­pla­cen­cy and see the world out beyond High Street…he was very world­ly and expe­ri­enced, we talked for ages, and it made me feel a whole lot bet­ter about uproot­ing. Nev­er saw him again after that, but you were right Tone — things worked out pret­ty good!
Oth­er memories..that ice-cool pho­to in The Press…doing “Get Van­dalised” at Mol­lett St…him try­ing (in vain) to turn me on to reggae…Blue fuckin’ Mon­day at Zanzibar…and wish­ing I could dance like that…RIP TP.

Janine Saun­der­cock
October 19, 2010 at 4:55 am

Tony, I think I was in love with you for so many years, you were the style king of Christchurch, the sweet­est guy. We share so many mem­o­ries, your white house in Christchurch, no fur­ni­ture, just heaps of cush­ions, records and .….. Was every­one else in love with you too.. I think so.. I remem­ber teas­ing you about your sound in the New­tones, of course real­ly you were some­one we all looked up to.. Love you Tony, so sor­ry that your face is one I won’t be see­ing again in this life.… RIP Janine from the Play­things xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxox

Fred Kramer
October 20, 2010 at 11:11 am

There are lots of mem­o­ries of Tony post­ed here. I remem­ber upstairs at the UBS and all the peo­ple that came and lis­tened and talked. In fact my copy of Cry Tuff Dub Encounter Chap­ter 4 is still prob­a­bly behing the record desk some­where. Tony had an effect on lots and lots of peo­ple, musi­cal­ly and in their lives. We are all the rich­er for that. For me like oth­ers it was a love of Reg­gae dub music. Prince Far I, Cre­ation Rebel, Lee Scratch Per­ry, King Tub­by etc and like a true scit­so the indus­tri­al side of life. I want thank Tony for being a friend and a fel­low trav­el­er in Christchurch in the 70’s and 80’s. For let­ting me dub the hell out of his gui­tar with the New­tones (along with the drums and vocals). Tony enjoyed exper­i­ment­ing with music and we were proud to use back­ing tapes to com­pli­ment the songs of the New­tones. I hope the box of live record­ings I gave him before he left is still around and some­one releas­es it soon. There was some great stuff in there. I am play­ing 4 ships right now and remem­ber­ing the goofd times. So long Ras Peake I will miss you more now that I know you are gone. Be at peace my friend and I will mix you again in anoth­er life.
Time changes before your eyes
Always still
Neaver on Beat
Always still
Nev­er on time
Love and Peace form Dread at the Con­trols xoxox

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barb skin­ner
October 22, 2010 at 5:22 am

What sad, sad news… We had­n’t seen tony for many, many years, but he’s one of those spe­cial peo­ple, as every­one has said so well already here. Such good mem­o­ries of those days in UBS — feign­ing igno­rance when a 40-plus aca­d­e­m­ic — oh, so OLD! — asked what the music was boom­ing down from above, when I knew it was Throb­bing Gris­tle; Tony’s ask­ing what I want­ed him to put on — I don’t know, play some­thing i don’t know that you think i’ll love, and he plays Kevin Coyne and I do — such a per­fect call.
He was SO warm and SO cool — how rare. Loved you tony, and — look here — every­one else did too. Roy, I loved the “dance vig­or­ous­ly and smoke casu­al­ly at the same time” com­ment — i don’t know why exact­ly — did he do it at the shop? — per­haps on a good day — but i thought “yes!”
We feel lucky to have known you, tony.
Rest in peace and bask in all this love. barb and kevin stokes

lizz macleod
October 24, 2010 at 12:11 pm

RIP tony.… the first time i saw him at a uni gig in 79 i thought, god, that guy looks sooooo cool! Seemed like lou reed and him mus­ta been sep­a­rat­ed at birth. He had a posse with him and they were all uber cool as well! Nev­er dreamed i wud ever meet him but with­in a year i did.For one of the coolest guys i have ever met tony was just the a pinky choco­late bar! And did he know music..between him and fred i got a great edu­ca­tion in punk, alt punk,dance punk et al and all the bands at the glad­stone , star and garter,uni doos were all great in tonys eyes. His phi­los­o­phy was sim­ple.. go do it and stop crap­ping on about it!! A true men­tor, a true friend to all even if u were not a cool look­ing artist or musician!
We were both lovers of a cup­pa and a cig­gie and even that was an occa­sion. The pot ‚cups n saucers(deco of course),the tray,the scones. this rit­u­al was an ‘event’ all by itself, the first sip, the ‘ahhh, thats deli­cious, the draw on the ciggy..Mmmmmmm..pure heav­en!!!! God he even made the sim­ple things in life to be the best expe­ri­ences! I last spent time with tony in new­town in syd­ney in 1988 and yep we did the exact same thing..a cup­pa, a cig­gie, a chat about every­thing under the sun…that was, and is, tony peake..a dis­sem­i­na­tor of information,a great racconteur,a great friend, and most of all, he had that abil­i­ty to make you feel that U were spe­cial.. and he loved you.. unconditionally!!

Jonathan Ogilvie
October 25, 2010 at 7:16 pm

Tony’s funer­al was last Tues­day in Vic­tor Har­bour, South Australia.
His great friend Jil­lie deliv­ered a eulo­gy, as did his great love, Michael and his great Dad, Len. I was par­tic­u­lar­ly moved that the Catholic priest attest­ed that his spir­i­tu­al­ly had been expand­ed by his brief con­tact with Tony. Hard enough to teach an old dog new tricks…

Yes­ter­day we held a gath­er­ing for Tony in Syd­ney. It was intend­ed to be held in the Botan­i­cal gar­dens but was stymied by weath­er and held in a Wooloomooloo pub — a venue Tony would have approved of.

LP Hart­ley wrote that ‘the past is a for­eign coun­try: they do things think­ing dif­fer­ent­ly there’. 

The first part was true for Tony: if you con­sid­er New Zealand a for­eign coun­try. We were try­ing to work out yes­ter­day why he end­ed up in Christchurch, where I met him 30 years ago when; as the many trib­utes will tes­ti­fy; he was the man about town in regards to all things cool, dub and musical.

The sec­ond part does­n’t apply. Tony did­n’t change. For the last 20 years plus, he has been back in Aus­tralia; cre­at­ing har­mo­nious homes and gar­dens- send­ing out a beatif­ic bea­con to peo­ple enam­ored by his lust for life and gen­eros­i­ty of spirit. 

For me, Tony remained a con­duit for music and ideas yes, but more impor­tant­ly a con­duit for friends and lovers. Most of the impor­tant peo­ple in my life I owe to his introduction.

In the late eight­ies, Tra­cie Tay­lor and I were injured by a hand-grenade in Chi­na and flown back to Christchurch hos­pi­tal to recu­per­ate. Tony was our most fre­quent vis­i­tor. ‘A true friend’ my sis­ter called him and indeed this is what Tony has been for me over the years. I like to think that he felt I rec­i­p­ro­cat­ed that true friendship.

Vale Tony Maxwell Peake.

Steve Birss
October 27, 2010 at 10:47 am

My heart sunk today as i was told by a good friend about Tony’s pass­ing. Like many of the peo­ple that have already left their heart­felt mes­sages before me, he impact­ed on me too very deeply. To this day i feel like the impas­sioned, obses­sive music fan i was the very first time i walked out of UBS, most like­ly with one of the very cool camo-bagged Throb­bing Gris­tle 7“s that had just land­ed! Thanky­ou Tony for your knowl­edge, your pas­sion and abil­i­ty to share and shape all those who you touched.
Rest for­ev­er in peace.
Steve xo

Rob Mayes
October 28, 2010 at 10:03 am

Like so many oth­ers I’m pret­ty sure my life would­n’t have the detail and depth it has had with­out meet­ing Tony as a 16 year old fresh from hav­ing my ears blown out at a life direc­tion chang­ing gig somewhere.
Some of the music I still hold dear to this day was bought from and rec­om­mend­ed by Tony and avail­able and heard of absolute­ly nowhere else in New Zealand.
Tony mixed one of the first gigs I ever played at my request cos I knew he knew what to do, even though he was­n’t real­ly a sound engi­neer. He had a pret­ty good sense of humour and always had a wiry smirk in wait­ing for some cru­cial point, and like every­one has said, was non judge­men­tal and ready to help. We need more peo­ple like him, not less, but as sad as it is to loose some­one like that from the world for the impact he’s had on us all I can’t help think­ing what a life well lived in too short a time. I’m pleased I knew you at the time I did and would­n’t have it any oth­er way.
I’m going to try and get a col­lec­tion of the New­tones work togeth­er as best I can and I think I’ve got the video for paint the town red some­where too so will try and get that up on line soon too.

Peter Tay­lor
October 30, 2010 at 1:35 pm

Just read Vic­ki Ander­son­’s love­ly obit­u­ary in The Press today. She did a nice job, per­haps large­ly inspired by this page? Look­ing at the metres of shelf space filled with Peake wares, think­ing of that cool mez­za­nine hide-out, remem­ber­ing that love­ly guy and his down-to-earth rec­om­men­da­tions every time some label-man­u­fac­tured buy-more mar­ket­ing need­ed neu­tral­is­ing. He nev­er shooed me away, and I nev­er had to be cool.

October 30, 2010 at 2:02 pm

Yeah, Vic­ki con­tact­ed me a few days back and I passed her onto Mark who helped with images and put her in touch with oth­ers. Unfor­tu­nate­ly it seems not be online yet. I’ll link to it when it is.

Craig Brown
October 31, 2010 at 8:12 am

I was shocked to find this out via the Chch Press Obit. Would­n’t he smile to know he had a half page obit­u­ary in the Press? Not hav­ing seen him for over 30 years I won­der if he ever made the trip to Japan I remem­ber him talk­ing about? I lived down the road from him in my first year at uni­ver­si­ty and lent him some of the reg­gae and punk records I returned from the UK with in the late 70s. In fact, if any­one has a yel­low vinyl copy of The Res­i­dents ver­sion of ‘(Can’t Get No) Sat­is­fac­tion’ you should know that Tony was mor­ti­fied that you stole it after I lent it to him to play on Radio U. Does any­one else recall him play­ing the ear­ly Bob Mar­ley ver­sion of ‘Mr Brown’ 4 or 5 times in his radio show one night? His black music show was a a real treat.
My sym­pa­thies to all his friends and family.
R.I.P. Tony
PS My regards to Sharon Hunter and Fred Kramer and any oth­ers of that era who may recall me and a tip of the hat to all the oth­er strangers who I may have shared the dance floor of the Zanz­ibar with. Thanks to Tony and you all for the good times.

Loren­zo Van Der Lingen
November 8, 2010 at 8:47 pm

Holy shit. I only learned of Tony’s death today via Face­book, and I am tru­ly shocked & sad­dened by the news.

While I nev­er got to know Tony well, he was always one of the nicest, friend­liest & coolest guys I’ve ever met. It’s been tru­ly won­der­ful to read every­one else’s remem­brances of him (so many so sim­i­lar to my own). I’ll nev­er for­get him let­ting me sit for hours behind the counter of UBS book­shop sam­pling all his lat­est imports one day when I axu­al­ly had some mon­ey to blow! Most of those records were SO for­ma­tive in shap­ing my musi­cal tastes — bands with the weird­est names, like ‘The Birth­day Par­ty’ (their first sin­gle!), The Res­i­dents (Duck Stab!), Pere Ubu (The Mod­ern Dance!), etc etc.

I’ll also be ETERNALLY grate­ful for him open­ing Zanz­ibar, which meant us snot­ty punks did­n’t have to go to…um…that sad old hip­py Cafe with the can­dles in the Chi­anti bot­tles whose name eludes me now, after the sad old pubs closed. And of course, he let The Haemos play there not once, but TWICE! 😀

Thanx for let­ting us share our mem­o­ries of Tony & to pay trib­ute to a true ChCh schol­ar & gent, Simon.

RIP Tony — u had a fan­tas­tic, pos­i­tive impact on SO many lives. See u in heav­en, mate.

Mike Ring­dahl
November 19, 2010 at 7:19 am

I only found out today that Tony had passed. I often won­dered what became of him. He has been huge­ly influ­en­tial in my music cat­alouge as he was the only place to get UK (and some US) punk vinyl in 1981–82- he ordered what we want­ed and sur­prised us with some new bands — I have him to thank for Bad Brains espe­cial­ly — I still have all the vinyl I brought off him 28 years ago with the UBS stick­ers still intact- the clas­sic “$5.95” for the 7″ sin­gles which remain my pride and joy to this day — he stands in asteemed com­pa­ny in assisting/forming my musi­cal tastes — along­side Bar­ry Jenkin- AKA Dr Rock . You will be missed Tony and I shall play some tunes tonight in your mem­o­ry — Flux of Pink Indi­ans — Tube Dis­as­ters will be the first — RIP Mr P

Rob Mayes
November 20, 2010 at 4:59 pm

upload­ing the new­tones paint the town read video to you tube.
should be up and ready here in the next few hours.
direct link
it’s a rough copy record­ed off the tv.

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Vic­ki Anderson
December 6, 2010 at 12:08 pm

Hi, I just want­ed to pass on a mes­sage I just received today from Tony’s mum, Mar­garet. She writes: “Tony had so many friends in New Zealand; would it be pos­si­ble to thank them for the kind words that appeared in your paper and all their com­ments on the web­site. They are help­ing us come to terms with los­ing Tony, who is is missed so much, and who will always be in our heart.”

Nona Mills
December 23, 2010 at 1:52 am

Yeah, Vic­ki con­tact­ed me a few days back and I passed her onto Mark who helped with images and put her in touch with oth­ers. Unfor­tu­nate­ly it seems not be online yet. I’ll link to it when it is.

Karen Madoc
January 3, 2011 at 12:25 am

far away from NZ and Aus­tralia at the moment and just heard this very sad news. We always spent our bur­sary pay­ments in the UBS, every­one knew Tony and he was super­cool and so knowl­edge­able and ener­getic. it is the ener­gy I remem­ber, always charg­ing around, always part of the action and I was total­ly in awe of him. Rest in peace.

Jo Stor­ry
January 30, 2011 at 6:51 pm

Thanks to my friend in Chch, Chris Mooar, I have found my way to this site and trib­ute to Tony. I too have good mem­o­ries of him from my time at Uni in Chch in the ear­ly 80s — hip, fun­ny and kind to a mixed up kid like me. And many of the con­trib­u­tors on this thread were friends I have lost touch with since then — it is real­ly good to hear some­thing from them. I’ve been in Lon­don for many years now but think­ing a trip back to Chch is on the cards this year to revis­it some old haunts and think of old times. RIP Tony.

Nathan Pohio
March 13, 2011 at 5:39 am

Its been a rare treat read­ing the ded­i­ca­tions and mem­o­ries of Tony here. I came by here late last year to read, now found myself here again via Rob Mayes Face­book pages on Tony.

I did not know any­one here when I first meet Tony, this was 1991, i was 21 and hung out a lot in the christchurch club scene that was The Worces­ter Bar, Esspre­so 124 and the nights Gregg Churchill played any­where else. 

Just want­i­ng to do some club­bing in a big­ger scene for a change friends and i head­ed to syd­ney for a week and the first stop was their friend Tony’s. 

He imme­di­ate­ly struck me as a per­son with the warmest heart his big toothy smile made me right at home. On real­is­ing I was an art school kid at Ilam Tony said he was an old punk rock­er from the ear­ly chch scene and once ran the record store at the UBS and prompt­ly start­ed telling sto­ries of his Christchurch, there seemed no end to his warm and ener­getic tales of flats, bands, friends and music, I can’t recall the sto­ries very well, at all in fact but that after­noon hang­ing out and lis­ten­ing to his hap­py voice remains as all to short nontheless.

Lat­er he came over to chch to open and man­age ‘The Edge’ this was my entery into see­ing first hand some of the artists that had informed ear­li­er parts of my life in Aranui. I still have the fly­er to the night Skip McDon­ald and Doug Whim­b­lish played in Christchurch, Adri­an Sher­wood was mix­ing and although I’ve seen bet­ter per­fro­mances since, the noise from that gig is what all oth­ers have been mea­sured against for me and of course the mem­o­ry always brings Tony with it, clear as a bell.

thanks so much Simon

Math­ew Miller
August 19, 2011 at 10:51 pm

I knew Tony in his lat­er years of 2007 to 2009 work­ing for a com­mu­ni­ty hous­ing orga­ni­za­tion in Gos­ford NSW, Aus­tralia. We used to sit out the front every morn­ing before work where he would have his cup of cof­fee and Rol­lie cigerettes ( Ruby Cham­pi­on ). He used to tell me all these sto­ries about how he was in a band in New Zealand (among many oth­er dif­fer­ent sto­ries that branched across many dif­fer­ent sub­ject ), I nev­er real­ly thought he was so loved and pop­u­lar not just in the music scene over there until I came across this web­site. All I have to say is that even though he sacked me I still have the up most respect for him he was a great man he loved noth­ing more than music and help­ing peo­ple. Rest In Piece Tony Peake. 

Regards Math­ew PLCH

If any­one has any music of his can they please send it to [email protected] it would be awsome to hear some of it.

August 21, 2011 at 6:10 pm
– In reply to: Mathew Miller

Hi Math­ew,
those are won­der­ful tales. Thank you.

Can some­one send Math­ew a tune or two?

Buster Stig­gs
November 12, 2011 at 1:46 pm

It real­ly spun me out find­ing out tony had passed away today. Makes me seri­ous­ly con­sid­er how for­tu­nate I am to still be around.I met him when he came up from Chch to check out the orig­i­nal Auck­land punk bands,in 1977 us (Sub­ur­ban Rep­tiles) and the Scav­engers. The Chch girls Shoana and Michelle intro­duced us. A great guy always with an engag­ing smile. Got on like broth­ers right up. Love you Tony always and for­ev­er. A dia­mond geezer.xx

November 12, 2011 at 2:01 pm

Yep, that’s when I first met him too Buzz. He was stay­ing at Nadine Huru’s place in Brighton Rd with War­ren Pringle. It would’ve been about the end of 77 I guess.

A. Dream­er
January 20, 2013 at 3:04 am

In a dream Tony asks me to say, “Please thank everybody.”

Liz Park­er
February 11, 2020 at 5:09 pm

He was my world. I broke a huge bit when he died, he was my mind read­er, the one per­son I could trust when I need­ed some­one to guide me. When we stayed in Syd­ney he let me cook in his kitchen and rifle through his records. I was very hon­oured by that, he did­n’t let Andrew, lol. I miss him so much. I was­n’t on line when he passed, a social media-phobe… so hap­py I chanced upon this.

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