Performance
Oct. 5th, 2007 02:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lprovenI must say that watching Edwin being straitjacketed and chained is considerably more entertaining when it's being done by a striking young lovely clad in a fairly small amount of purple latex, a few laces and pasties. (Engaged to the tattoed beat messiah of a stage manager. Quelle surprise.) This gig was a bit more upmarket than we've played before; there was even a proper rider, though with eighteen acts and sundry comperes and so forth, it didn't last long. I only got two warm Carlings and that was it, pouf, disparu.
Interesting crowd back-stage. Very varied bill, from burlesque - lots of burlesque, and I can tell you, it's mighty hard watching all those young lovelies diving in and out of their costumes all night, mighty hard, sir - to magic and song and dance and Commando McAndrew the kilted trapeze artiste. Yerse. Saw very little of the show, alas, but did spot![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andyravensable, mouseboks and augeas in the throng. And throng it was - quite a packed house.
The act, alas, was blighted. The strobe lights, intended to lend a kinematograph effect, didn't work at first. The soundman scurried off to find out why, leaving me with a dead mic, so my lavishly rehearsed and rewritten intro - the sole purpose of my visit - was inaudible at first and I was met with cries of "WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!" There are limits to exactly how much I can Project, and over music and a chatting crowd, my reach is about the centre of the front row. I managed to signal to another act, he got the stage manager, and the deputy stage manager scurried on with an entirely different mic - and tried to give it to Ed's chainers-up!
Rather shambolic, but the rest of my patter went on - the show must go on, darlings - and was well-received, and then his glamorous assailants and I scurried off to leave him to do the hard bit. And the strobe worked and the crowd went wild, so I take it it went well. I know he's suffering with a bad shoulder at the moment, so my hat's off to the lad, he did good.
Then it was just wandering around a little with a freebie cranberry juice - woohoo - and a tiny spot of goth-bothering.
Good crowd, interesting place, eye-watering table tariff (some of the bottles of spirits were North of £300, begad). Not really my sort of shindig nor music - I like jazz, but trad or impro, not showtunes or dance-band - but it's far more interesting to see it from behind the scenes in any case.
Interesting crowd back-stage. Very varied bill, from burlesque - lots of burlesque, and I can tell you, it's mighty hard watching all those young lovelies diving in and out of their costumes all night, mighty hard, sir - to magic and song and dance and Commando McAndrew the kilted trapeze artiste. Yerse. Saw very little of the show, alas, but did spot
andyravensable, mouseboks and augeas in the throng. And throng it was - quite a packed house. The act, alas, was blighted. The strobe lights, intended to lend a kinematograph effect, didn't work at first. The soundman scurried off to find out why, leaving me with a dead mic, so my lavishly rehearsed and rewritten intro - the sole purpose of my visit - was inaudible at first and I was met with cries of "WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!" There are limits to exactly how much I can Project, and over music and a chatting crowd, my reach is about the centre of the front row. I managed to signal to another act, he got the stage manager, and the deputy stage manager scurried on with an entirely different mic - and tried to give it to Ed's chainers-up!
Rather shambolic, but the rest of my patter went on - the show must go on, darlings - and was well-received, and then his glamorous assailants and I scurried off to leave him to do the hard bit. And the strobe worked and the crowd went wild, so I take it it went well. I know he's suffering with a bad shoulder at the moment, so my hat's off to the lad, he did good.
Then it was just wandering around a little with a freebie cranberry juice - woohoo - and a tiny spot of goth-bothering.
Good crowd, interesting place, eye-watering table tariff (some of the bottles of spirits were North of £300, begad). Not really my sort of shindig nor music - I like jazz, but trad or impro, not showtunes or dance-band - but it's far more interesting to see it from behind the scenes in any case.
