Repost: with One Stop Arts closing, I migrated this review here. A thoughtful, imaginative and minimalist Glaswegian production, Beats asks us to consider the meaning of music in all its resonant layers. At the Soho Theatre. The impetus for this story is the 1994 Criminal Justice Act banning public gatherings around amplified music characterised by ‘the … Continue reading
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The Kid from Paris: Jean Brassard at Crazy Coqs
Last time I went to Brasserie Zedel’s Crazy Coqs, I was there for Fitzrovia Radio Hour. This time, I was rounding off my day at RegentTweet with Jean Brassard’s homage to Yves Montand, “The Kid from Paris”. I’ve already described how Brasserie Zedel leaves me longing for the trappings of sophistication and elegance. While I … Continue reading
Così fan tutte: They’re (Operas) All Like That?
I recently had the chance to see the English Touring Opera’s dress rehearsal of Così fan tutte at the Hackney Empire. It’s a very exciting thing to walk into a working theatre for a rehearsal: for me there is a very strong sense of having crept into a secret world of esoteric delights. I haven’t … Continue reading
Fitzrovia Radio and Cantina
It being the last weekend of the London Wonderground festival, I thought I would stock myself up until next season by going to two shows one after the other. The delectable Fitzrovia Radio Hour, upon whom I have written many times before, were first with a new show fresh from the Edinburgh Fringe. I was … Continue reading
Sewing Red
Late Friday night I found myself with a handful of red fabric in my hands, swearing under my breath and sewing furiously. I’d agreed (under a tiny amount of duress) to perform at the final Saqarah hafla in its monthly format. (There will be more Saqarah, just not monthly.) The performance was the following night, … Continue reading
Tale of Two Pounds
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 A few days ago I went for a ramble around London in the sunshine. It was a picture-perfect day for exploring city splendors and all was going well until a woman stopped me in the street. She looked distressed. I had a feeling I … Continue reading
