Last night I had a late night meal at The Tropicana with Colin and Andrew. As we sat on the footpath watching “the young folk” head off to Kings Cross in their shorts and thongs (yes, thongs), I tucked into a tasty chicken rissole dish with a bolognese sauce, which was excellent. The reason we were in the area was to see an earlier cabaret fundraiser at The Stables called “A Night of Crime and Passion”.
As Andrew has already written a fairly comprehensive review of the night, I thought I might just quote you a little of what he had to say…
Last night’s line up of 22 cabaret artistes performered around 25-26 songs. Some artists like Hayden Tee, Phil Scott and Chloe Dallimore are well known and others like the stunning 17 year old Elanoa Rokabaro are just starting to dazzle new audiences. It was wonderful (yes I can tell I’m gushing). The performers chose songs on the theme of Crime & Passion, so there were standards, original songs and even a hilarious intense version of “Guilty” by Banarama and an operatic “Janey’s Got A Gun”. A couple of the performances were ok, but most of them were fantastic. One of the theatre events where the dialogue between the performer and the audience creates something really special.
The only thing I’d was, for me, the most touching moment, when Hayden Tee sang “There’s A Fine, Fine Line” from the musical Avenue Q. Although I’d seen Hayden sing it previously at a much noisier venue in Glebe, the intimacy of the theatre and a strong vocal performance on his part combined to deliver something very memorable. In fact, about half way through the song a little tear rolled down my right cheek. Terrific stuff.
Ever since I heard about Avenue Q about twelve months ago I’ve been listening to it a fair bit. As well as being very touching, it’s also great fun, resembling something kinda like Sesame Street for adults featuring songs like “The Internet Is For Porn”, “What Can You Do With a BA in English” and “Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist”. Or… to quote the official blurb…
AVENUE Q is the story of Princeton, a bright-eyed college grad who comes to New York City with big dreams and a tiny bank account. He soon discovers that the only neighborhood in his price range is Avenue Q; still, the neighbors seem nice. There’s Brian the out-of-work comedian and his therapist fianceé Christmas Eve; Nicky the good-hearted slacker and his roommate Rod — a Republican investment banker who seems to have some sort of secret; an Internet addict called Trekkie Monster; and a very cute kindergarten teaching assistant named Kate. And would you believe the building’s superintendent is Gary Coleman?!? (Yes, that Gary Coleman.) Together, Princeton and his newfound friends struggle to find jobs, dates, and their ever-elusive purpose in life.
If you haven’t heard or seen anything about it, I’d truly recommend it. And I understand it’s coming to Sydney later this year or early next year, though I’ve yet to see any details confirming this.
Although I hadn’t planned it to be so, this weekend turned out to be reasonably social. It started off on Friday night when I went out for a drink with The Other Andrew, and ended this afternoon with a picnic with some of his friends in Newtown Park. “Which park”, I hear you ask. “Oh, you know the one I mean, it’s the park behind the creepy graveyard”, most often inhabited by a variety of Newtown types including goths and emos (or emus as I like to call them). As I wandered into the park around lunch time I cast my eyes around looking for Andrew’s friends wondering exactly which picnic group they were (there were quite a few to choose from). As I headed towards one I stopped suddenly. “Ah no, too young and TOO Newtown”, I thought, before heading over the older, nicer group of people with whom I enjoyed a picnic lunch.