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Expensive shit

The all-new positive me has had a bit of an up-and-down week thus far. I was craving routine so was looking forward to returning to work, away from the piles of food, bad TV and the relentless Call of Duty: Black Ops. The rosy glow wore off within two hours.

By the time I left work and was on the train into town to see DH and KF, I was at a very low ebb. South West Trains frequently used to reduce me to tears when I used them for my daily commute, but something about the cold, overlit carriage on Tuesday evening took me to the edge of a very gloomy place. Anyway. We met in a chain pub on High Holborn, the pub I spent my 30th birthday in (and coincidentally, in exactly the same seat. I know how to have a good time. Yeah). Thankfully the two young folk quickly got me out of my bad mood, especially when the conversation turned to wedding reception playlists, one of my specialist subjects.

Wednesday night was Fela! night. Yes, that's Fela! As in Streetcar! Regular readers of this blog will be aware I have a well-documented hatred of the genre of musical theatre, owing to an over-long stint as a member of the electrics team on a long-running West End musical. Fela! was different though. We got seats for a tenner each, so we couldn't really quibble with that. I was fully prepared to go home at the interval if it was shit.

Luckily, it wasn't. Neither was it the most fully-realised piece of drama I've ever seen - the first act was waaaaay too long, and too slow to set the scene. However, the music was great. So that's a win for Afrobeat.

Labels: afrobeat, cultcha

posted by deafdisco @ 9:06 am