After a good time was had last year, I’m off to Brighton Fringe again.
I have seen Bob Dylan live. I wasn’t sure at first. I remembered seeing him perhaps at Wembley Stadium, because I had a vague memory of talking with my friend Tim as we made our way out of the gig. But I thought this might have been a dream, a false memory. But no, I was there. I found the ticket stub:
For my money, the best satire floats somewhere in the centre – not in a non-committal sense, but a tactical one: positioned between the two sides, you’re capable of lashing out in either direction. The first one to say something ridiculous gets a slap. It’s the rational option. Genuine satire ultimately consists of the outraged application of cold rationality to whoever deserves it the most – Charlie Brooker, Dawn of the Dumb (p. 285).
John Denver – Take Me Home, Country Roads
I watched the last episode of Barry last week. If you can watch the series, do so, it’s superb– funny, dark and moving. Great soundtrack too. John Denver’s ‘Leaving On A Jet Plane’ plays over the end credits of the last episode. This led me to listen to ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’, which I’ve chosen because it has one of those choruses that country songs do so well. Then, the fact that I was listening to John Denver, led me to remember my friend Andy, who many years ago dressed up as John Denver. The photo of which still pleases me.
Plus Support – the (other) improv group I’m part of – begin our Sunday residency at The Nursery Theatre’s The Carousel today. More details here.
Had some great shows with City Impro at the Brighton Fringe.
As mentioned, I spent some of the time handing out flyers dressed in an Edwardian “swimsuit”. If you weren’t lucky enough to spot me, here I am (on the right) suitably attired with another City Impro member, Vasek:
As I pulled on the swimsuit for the first time, I recalled the story told by Patti Smith in Just Kids about her last visit to see Robert Mapplethorpe in hospital before he died:
I stood by his bed and took his hand … Suddenly he looked up and said, ‘Patti, did art get us?’ Perhaps it did but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.
We (City Impro) have a show tonight at the Rosemary Branch Theatre. Details here if you want to come along.
Reading: The Incomplete Tim Key, Tim Key
You may even get lucky (or, I concede, unlucky) and bump into me handing out the above flyers wearing (weather permitting) an Edwardian swimming costume. Be kind.
Reading: Delayed Gratification, Issue 29