TALES IN MUSIC: THE PIGEON AND THE ALBATROSS Little Baroque Company The room was full of rows of expectant children and the parents in a semi circle everyone excited. The room was lovely and warm. The musicians were wearing feather wigs, bright colours, looking resplendent in their outfits and engaging and interesting. I took along […]
The Soprano and two mezzos gave some sublime and subtle performances across the evening and I found myself floating off into the ethereal vaults more than once as their voices combined and entwined in perfect harmony and sored into blissfulness.
‘Flights of Fancy’ is utter celebration of the possibility of being truly, wonderfully yourself, where and whoever you happen to be, it’s a reverie rooted in reality.
This book is a magical journey into the imagination and talents of Vuong’s mind and worth pursing for anybody interesting in poems which can change, more spells than sentences, they alter reality as we read them and leave us impressed and impressed upon by this astonishing young man’s collection of debut work.
This is a beautiful, challenging and softly stunning collection of writing and worth reading to remind ourselves of how universal are our feelings.
The characters in this fun book explore the changes that a summer fling brings to them, as they navigate the social and mental horrors of a Christian summer camp and the bigotry, small mindedness and occasional huge bursts of generous unconditional love surrounding them.
With new ventures taking La V out there, in the arts festival circuit this was a new move, with some seriously tongue in cheek acknowledgments of the (same) old material. The house was packed full of fans, who knew what they wanted, and weren’t disappointed. With a fan base of older gay men Brighton is a easy show to fill and folk were thrilled. There were more than a few local Drag legends sitting amongst the crowd and what bigger compliment is there than the Grand Dames of Drag sitting down to watch you shine.
Kneehigh always get it just right, flavoursome reinvention of tradition and their blend of comedy, music, physical chorography, dance and top notch performers bring a superb energy to the theatre and their take on classic situations allow us an intimate depth of connection with the action sometimes missing from more contemporary theatre. Tristan & Yseult is almost a cult these days with a huge fan base of people who love it and it only seems to get better with each outing.
I am a huge Meow fan, but this evening made me think about collaborations between superb fringe performers who OWN their venue and audience and take them on a journey into performance on trust and that of a Festival show which is deluged by the weight of its own expectations and slowly drowns in front of you and is starved of the proper funding that a huge thematic show like this really needs to succeed.
To say the dancers were superb is an understatement and some of due and trio dances were astonishing; virtuoso performances of agility, technique and pure scalding sensuality, all contained in a stylised and ruthlessly executed Tango. There were separate stylised dances each shone with a brilliance, a trio of male dancers whirled with a frenzy of erotic passion and interlocking geometrics’ of tango’s vocabulary but expressed in a way I’d not witnessed on a stage before, some of the male female pairings hardly stopped moving for more than a half second, the whole program gripped from the moment it started and didn’t stop until the last step has been taken.
This is a slightly soiled laid back bear pit of a show with a cuddly chubby grubby panda host Joe Foster, who did as little as he possibly could to keep the atmosphere up and running but then with ten acts on the bill there wasn’t much space for material even if he’d had any. It was refreshing to see so many women on the bill and the booker needs a pat on the back for ensuring such a decent balance, the line-up was different to advertised ( no Madame Senorita alas…) but after a few pints who cares, bring ’em on!
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