Showing posts with label Beverley Knight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beverley Knight. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 October 2023

Un excès de nouvelle musique

The promised sunshine this weekend has failed to materialise - it's grey and gloomy, and it's so humid it feels like it might even rain. Dammit.

I think a little selection of choons that have caught my ear of late is in order...

A little early for Hallowe'en, here's one of my fave bands making a welcome return:

[See my other blog Dolores Delargo Towers: Museum of Camp for a completely different - the original - number of the same name.]

These two look like they're having a load of fun with this one - the pairing of a lady who's very much "in vogue", together with one who's having a major resurgence right now...

Watch out! Trollops about!

Next up, something irresistibly catchy by a long-term crush - even if it is in French!:

When a legend takes a new approach to an absolute classic...

And last, but very much not least - it's the UK's very own "Queen of Soul", with a disco-themed earworm!

As ever, dear reader, let me know your thoughts...

Sunday, 13 September 2015

We felt it



As predicted, Proms in the Park was an utterly splendid day's entertainment - and the looming clouds all blew over so it stayed warm and dry the whole time we were there (particularly useful if one is decamped in the middle of a packed-to-the-gunnels Hyde Park all day!).



Our gang - Sal, Baby Steve, Alex, Lou, John-John, Julie and we two - brought oodles of nibbles for the picnic and enough booze to sink a battleship, flags, glow-sticks and the rest, and settled in for a top-notch day's entertainment to mark the final "shout" of the "Summer Season".



For once, the first half (the "daylight bit") had no bottom-drawer artists or "tribute bands". The Mavericks got all 40,000 of us in the audience up dancing, especially with their mega-hit Dance the Night Away (here performing on Top of the Pops):


The very lovely Beverley Knight, Matt Cardle and the cast of Memphis were faboo:


...and (the - ahem - appropriately named for a boy band) Jack Pack concluded the early session with a storming set of swing numbers, including their latest single (with its rather extravagant video), Light My Fire! Superb.

As the interval - and the sunset - began (and the park started to resemble a rather over-stocked gannet colony, with people trying to cram themselves into every available gap nearer the stage; we resisted all incursions rather well, we thought), and the inevitable stumble back and forth to the loos was achieved, we convened our "Grand Committee of the Official Costume Theme for Gay Pride 2016". More of that in due course...

Part two - as is to be expected - was just as excellent as the early session. With the BBC Concert Orchestra and the Royal Choral Society on our stage, and splendid solo turns from trumpeter Alison Balsom and soprano Danielle de Niese, it was class all the way...

Indeed, the show opened with one of our favourite singers Miss Caro Emerald! She was fab - and, true to the ethos of the day, here's my anthem, Liquid Lunch!


One of Britain's favourite tenors Mr Russell Watson did a fine set, including the crowd-pleaser Volare:


But what of the band we'd all been dying to see? The Jacksons - for it was they - were utterly superb!



I must confess, I was never a huge fan of the saintly Michael, but I recognise great musicianship when I hear it. The surviving brothers definitely provided that in abundance - complete with big-screen tributes to their "Jackson 5" heyday. Here, from last night, is that eternal disco classic Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground):


With tumultuous cheers echoing around the park, it was time for the boys to clear the stage for the live link-up to the Royal Albert Hall for the grand finale of the Last Night of the Proms - possibly the greatest highlight of our musical year.

Miss Marin Alsop returned once more to conduct the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Chorus, and by way of a "warm-up" we had the much-vaunted "Sing-a-longa Sound of Music", led by the gloriously vivacious Miss De Niese (who had hot-footed it from the park!) live from the glittering hall (and with the crowds at Hyde Park, in Swansea, in Glasgow and in Belfast all joining in):


Such fun!

We were very pleased that the traditional opener (complete with knee-bobbing) of the finale made a return this year - Sir Henry Wood's Fantasia on British Sea-Songs:




Then it was the (re)turn of the rather cute tenor Jonas Kaufmann (who on a previous sojourn to the stage had actually had a pair of knickers thrown at him - Tom Jones stylee - from the audience!) to perform the first of our (proper) sing-a-longs, Thomas Arne's Rule Britannia. [Most unusual, we thought, for a German to be singing an anthem that celebrates the British Empire's triumphs over its historical enemies, but he was great, so we forgave him...]


Next up, Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance March #1 aka "Land of Hope and Glory":


...and, of course Hubert Parry's Jerusalem:


And with that and the National Anthem, and some stupendous fireworks, it was all over for another year.



Throats sore, heads fuzzy, but full of adrenalin, we wended our weary way homewards...

A great day.

Thursday, 30 August 2012

The Big Bang



"Look up at the stars, and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at." - Prof Stephen Hawking



Just a couple of weeks since the main event (the Olympics) closed, and we were treated to another gloriously melodramatic opening ceremony last night, as the Paralympics came to town - in a big way (or, given its scientific theme, "Big Bang" maybe?)!







Not content to be the "poor relation", Jenny Sealey and Bradley Hemmings' event was never intended to be held up in comparison to Danny Boyle's opening extravaganza (nor even Kim Gavin's closing one), but the stops were all pulled out for what the organisers have been proudly promoting as the biggest Paralympics ever held.



Flying wheelchairs, explosions, giant umbrellas, giant books, giant navigational and scientific instruments, music by Orbital, Steven Hawking explaining the history of scientific discovery, what seemed like thousands of dancers, disabled and non-disabled - including a flaming whirling dervish - all brilliantly choreographed, with Sir Ian ("Serena") McKellen as Prospero (and Miranda, played by Nicola Miles-Wildin) holding the whole thing together, leading the bedazzled audience through the discoveries and ideas that contribute to "Enlightenment" (as interpreted, in keeping with one of the themes running through the previous two events, in the form of Shakespeare's Tempest). What more could you want?



I didn't watch the whole thing; I came in after the athletes were safely ensconced in the arena and the speeches were on, and in time for Her Majesty to open the shebang. Apparently I didn't miss a helluva lot except Prof Hawking accompanied by Rihanna (on tape), so that's OK.

Best bits of what I did see? The fabulous punky techno version of Ian Dury's anthem Spasticus Autisticus (as performed by a Dury-looky-likey in a wheelchair with his band from Graeae Theatre Company, including actor and ceremony host Mat Fraser on drums); the much-anticipated "apple moment" signifying the discoveries of Sir Isaac Newton, where the whole 60,000-strong audience was encouraged to bite an apple at the same time (what a crunch!); Prof Hawking wearing the same illuminated "clubbing specs" with lights on as the DJs; the fact that just about all the main players (featuring Dame Tanni Grey-Thompson and five other previous gold medallists) including Miranda and Caliban (but not "Serena") were airborne on strings at various stages of the action; the massive inflatable copy of the Alison Lapper statue that once stood in Trafalgar Square; the beautiful segue between opera singer Elin Manahan Thomas singing Handel and pianist Birdy with Antony & the Johnsons' Bird Gehrl; the re-lighting of that magnificent cauldron (the centrepiece of the Olympics); the gold, the glitter and the pyrotechnics.



Best of all was the arrival of the Paralympic flame - carried by wounded ex-Marine and future Paralympic hopeful Joe Townsend all the way down from the top of the gargantuan "Orbit" tower outside into the stadium, on a zip wire suspended hundreds of feet above the audience! Spectacular.



All this, topped off with a grand finale - before the enormous fireworks display - featuring the lovely Beverley Knight singing the anthem for dispossessed minorities of all flavours (gays, trannies, now disabled people) - I Am What I Am! It was indeed an excellent show...


Paralympics website