Wednesday, 7 August 2024

Nova musica

I've had a bastard of a busy day, dear reader - so how about I take you on a trip through some of the newer tracks that have caught my ear of late, by way of solace?

To start (and we have to start somewhere), how about something to make us feel Happier?

Another "house fave band", and another delightful earworm...

The ever-marvellous Mr McClintock and one of his faboo mashups:

Courtesy of "everyone's favourite man-trap", Mistress Maddie - this [love that queeny dancer!]:

Something that's not new at all - it's actually from 2018 - but it's new to me [courtesy of the faboo Liza Tarbuck on Radio 2, again], so that's all that counts!

And finally, saving the best to last, the return of old, old, old faves Yelle...

As ever, let me know your thoughts...

Tuesday, 6 August 2024

A piss-poor analogy for the pandemic told through monologues and shadow puppetry

Six Edinburgh Fringe performances that will make you give up on the arts forever

You like to think of yourself as a patron of the arts, because why else would you spend the best part of a grand on three nights in Scotland? Here are the shows you will most bitterly regret booking.

Student written play
When a sodden teenager thrust a disintegrating flyer into your hand, you couldn’t help but take up the call to be their hero. But you rue your kindness now. All the money in the world (which their accents imply their parents possess a great deal of) couldn’t save this piss-poor analogy for the pandemic told through monologues and shadow puppetry.

Something ‘immersive’
As much as you’re a liberal thinker, you’re of the firm belief that watching a show is a sedentary activity. They didn’t make you ‘vote for who you think is the true villain’ when you watched Top Gun: Maverick, and you didn’t have to take part in a shit flash mob dance that almost made you cringe your colon out either.

Improv (any)
Nothing can replicate the deep sense of dread you feel when they close the doors and you realise that not only are you sat on the front row, but the crowd is outnumbered by the cast, so you’re definitely going to be on stage at some point in the proceedings. You’ll be considering faking a heart attack just to escape it.

A 90s comedian’s big comeback
You should be on solid ground here, you worshipped this guy when you were younger because he was so edgy and cool. Except he’s aged really badly and you can’t help but be distracted by the constant reminder that the passage of time must have ravaged you too. Plus, all his material on his kids is mediocre.

A circus with a message
Of course you’re against animals in circuses, it’s completely cruel and unethical. But when that clown starts up yet another bit of mask work about climate change, would you really object that much to a tiger pulling a Siegfried & Roy and getting this whole experience over much faster?

The Fawlty Towers dining experience
Why the fuck did you even book this? What is wrong with you?

The Daily Mash

Of course.

[Edinburgh Fringe]

Monday, 5 August 2024

Hallelujah!


Monday again...

Yet again, the fates decree that weekends (especially really enjoyable ones) must fly by faster than any time spent in work.

Never mind, eh? This is my last week in work before I have a fortnight's annual leave - with my birthday looming on Saturday, and a long weekend in Amsterdam on Thursday next to look forward to!

On this Tacky Music Monday, what better wake-up call could there be than a combination of the Netherlands' finest "dressing-up queens" De Toppers and the post-millennium version of 80s legends the Weather Girls?

Campness abounds!

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 4 August 2024

Go and taste Saturday's high life!


Wow wow wow, fellas!
Look at the old girl now, fellas!
Dolly'll never go away again.

Wow, wow, wow, indeed!!

From Adam Bloodworth in City AM:

Plenty of musicals made in the middle of last century are given glittering revivals, but rarely do they look and feel as contemporary as Dominic Cooke’s adaptation of Hello Dolly!, this year’s most hyped musical.

Cooke plunges us into an 1890s New York so richly realised through pops of colour and set pieces that it can feel cartoonish in its eccentricities. Great trolleybuses veer onto the stage, warm colour washes pulsate like club lighting, and the fashion is out of this world. Musicals at the Palladium typically pull out all the stops, but somehow Hello, Dolly! has found new ways of raising the roof.

Indeed, the roof was well-and-truly raised last night, as Madam Arcati, Hils, History Boy and Our Sal went along to see it.

Probably maestro Jerry Herman's most-lauded and enduring work, it's a roller-coaster of ever-moving parts - from energetic dance number to energetic dance number, endless perambulation [brilliantly assisted by the moving conveyor], streetcars, scenery changes and even a steam train!

Packed full of classic and familiar* musical numbers such as Put On Your Sunday Clothes [which has been an earworm for me all weekend], Just Leave Everything to Me, Before the Parade Passes By, (We've Got) Elegance, So Long Dearie, It Takes A Woman, and of course the title number, we knew the show was going to be an "internalised singalong" evening [*apart from the Megababs film, we also saw the Timothy Sheader/Stephen Frears production of the show at the Regent's Park Open Air Theatre way back in 2009].

The cast was superb - including Tyrone Huntley as the wide-eyed teen "Barnaby", Harry Hepple (whose solo number It Only Takes a Moment was beautifully done) as "Cornelius Hackl", Jenna Russell as "Irene Molloy", Emily Lane as "Minnie" and Emily Langham as the perpetually-hysterical "Ermengarde".

A particular stand-out number was Miss Russell's ode to seeking pleasure Ribbons Down My Back - we've seen her on stage quite a few times; in Guys and Dolls (opposite Ewan McGregor, back in 2005), Into The Woods, Merrily We Roll Along, and the gala Stephen Sondheim's Old Friends - a Celebration, and she never fails to impress!

Andy Nyman [who we saw in Assassins and Abigail's Party] was great as the cantankerous "Horace Vandergelder" - a self-made man, yet no match for the "matchmaker" herself! His soliloquy on wealth Penny in My Pocket was indeed impressive.

Regardless, it wasn't any of them that the packed-out Palladium audience had come to see. Oh, no - it was Dame Imelda Staunton as "Dolly Levi" whose presence commanded us all...

And, my heavens! She was utterly fantabulosa!

As Kate Kellaway in The Guardian put it:

Staunton’s star quality - she shines in her emerald ballgown like a queen descending the restaurant’s appropriately golden stairs - depends on her miraculous ability to stay genuine and intent, no matter how far-fetched the goings on around her. Naturalness and charm make her a joy to watch. She gives us a Dolly who exults in being herself, yet whose eyes fill with tears whenever she consults her dear departed philanthropist husband...

Amen.

Remarkably for a woman of 68, her pint-size presence dominated the massive stage, and she kept up with every frenetic twirl, march, kick and dance the role demands. Her vocals were the best we've heard her - and we've seen her in some demanding roles, including in Follies, Gypsy and Sweeney Todd - at times poignant (Love, Look in My Window), and at others utterly joyful...

...especially on the triumphal show-stopper Hello Dolly!, the best scene in the whole show, complete with its brilliantly-choreographed (by Bill Deamer) Waiters' Gallup.

We loved absolutely everything about this show! Imelda Staunton certainly is "back where she belongs" - the hottest ticket in town.

Hello Dolly! is only at the London Palladium until 14th September 2024, so if you can, get a ticket before the parade passes by!

Saturday, 3 August 2024

Mesdames, messieurs, le disc-jockey Sash est de retour

Having a bit of a pottering day [it's too humid to be really energetic; just a bit of dead-heading and spot-watering], and listening to Vernon Kay's Dance Sounds of the 90s on BBC Radio 2 - inevitably I was whisked back to an odd and life-changing era for me, 1997, when I was dancing my little titties off...

...to SASH! Here are their three megahits from that year:

Fuck. Twenty-seven years ago?! That's the year Simone Biles, Camila Cabello, Maisie Williams, Zara Larsson, Marcus Rashford, Max Verstappen and Google were all born... Gulp.

Friday, 2 August 2024

See how I'm walkin'

It's hot and stuffy, but at least there's a weekend in sight - and a smattering of "our gang" is off to see Imelda Staunton in Hello Dolly at the London Palladium tonight!

Let's start the party by indulging ourselves in another slice of 70s cheesiness, in the inimitable company of the lovely Legs & Co. They're paying "tribute" - as only they could! - to a rather fab house favourite here at Dolores Delargo Towers.

So clad yourself in your finest shimmy-shimmy-shake outfit, prepare to get down and boogie - and Thank Disco It's Friday!


See how I'm walkin', see how I'm talkin'
Notice ev'rything in me
Feel the need, oh feel, feel the need in me
I need you by my side to be my guide
Can't you see my arms are open wide?
Feel the need, oh feel, feel the need in me


Have a good weekend, dear reader...

Thursday, 1 August 2024

Of Doom, the Kenwood Chef and the Nitty Gritty

A snippets post again, dear reader...

  • Design news: What do the Kenwood Chef food mixer, the Kodak Instamatic camera, the Ronson Rio hairdryer, the Morphy Richards iron, the InterCity 125 high-speed train and the 1997 TX1 version of the London taxi have in common? Their designs were the work of one man - Sir Kenneth Grange! (RIP)

  • Biblical plague news: Beach-goers in Rhode Island were swamped by a massive swarm of dragonflies. Harmless, apparently, but I think I'd have covered the sandwiches.

  • And finally: Sad news - as the "best 60s dancer ever" viral social media hit of a few years ago Bobby Banas has departed for the great "Nitty Gritty" dancefloor on Fabulon...

Faboo!


STOP PRESS:

Choices, choices...

Thomas Ceccon...

...or Jules Bouyer?

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