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| Words: Dusty | |
| Monday, 13 August 2007 | |
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What a night. What a lady, what a night. As my friend Snoopy would say, 'crumbs!'. I went to see Mikelangelo and Undine Francesca in their show The Honeymoon Suite at the Bongo Club. A beautiful show with its own slow, melancholy pace occasionally livened by bursts of gloomy surf-rock and a wry sense of absurdity. I once described Mikelangelo's band the Black Sea Gentlemen as the wedding band at an Addams Family wedding. This duo could well be the cruise ship entertainment on an Addams Family cruise liner. Possibly the Marie Celeste. Onto the Vaudeville, which was a particularly smashing show. Our headliner Meow Meow was unexpectedly delayed so the cabaret had finished before she arrived. Undeterred, she pounced on the stage before the band played and gave the audience a taste of what I'm sure is a sensational solo act. I had to get stern with one exceptionally drunk punter who couldn't work out that Meow Meow wasn't the band he had come to see. Some people just shouldn't drink. I am one of them. My post-cabaret excursion to Lost Vagueness resulted in, among other things, my licking red wine off the decolletage of the very lovely Ruby Blues. A certain amount of snogging - of various people - was also involved. Oh, and at one point I vaguely recall that I decided to sing along with the glorious Ali McGregor - in the same key. As she's a soprano, this was misguided. And might be why today I sound like Bea Arthur... But with the high-octane music of the Orkestra del Sol flowing like wine, and the wine flowing like water, I don't suppose anyone would blame me. |