I’ve been so cultured past couple of weeks; I’m a true theatre buff now. Vamos Cuba was an amazing show! I’ve been to the theatre many times over the past year and this was quite possibly my favourite dance show to date. If you can call it a show? The dancers were incredibly agile and gave a passionate yet amusing performance. It was vibrant, dynamic and exciting. I saw some of the dancers in the park opposite Sadlers Wells before the performance as I sat with a hot chocolate waiting for Nina to arrive. They were very sexy men!! South American dancers seem to have a quality that doesn’t exist outside of that continent. Or so I thought…
A few days later, Jesus Christ Superstar brought the house down. You might recall that at our last attempt to see it, it was the heavens that came down – it’s one of the risks of open air theatre. Not this time though; the wonderful setting of Regents Park provided a beautiful backdrop that melted away as dusk fell, and the twinkling stars added to the evocative scene. This was Andrew Lloyd Webber at his best. The emotional portrayal had many people in tears as the story unfolded, and it was quite simply a first class performance. but I definitely did not like the ending!! Loved the soundtrack though, and I’ve been playing it on a loop while I’ve been working.
It was an overwhelmingly musical week actually! Last Sunday night’s jazz in Dalston was fun. My friend Mark is carving out a mini career photographing jazz musicians, so he invited me along to the tiny Vortex Club in an area that was once a no-go part of town but is now so highly desirable that the restaurants were spilling out onto the streets. Then Tuesday’s sunshine provided a lovely setting for the final Canary Wharf concert of the year. We picnicked to the tunes of the American Songbook.
When I hear Summertime playing, it always takes me back to the age of 17, when George, my ginger-haired driving instructor, sang it constantly throughout my lessons. it probably took his mind off my crazy driving! I did – proudly – pass my test first time, giving me the confidence to be cocky… (Wrote my first car off a week later. Wasn’t so proud then…)
George would tap his fingers rhythmically on his knee as he informed me, “One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing. And you’ll spread your wings and take to the sky.” Fancy spreading your wings? If you’d like to spread your business message a bit further I’ll be more than happy to show you how – email firstname.lastname@example.org or ask me here: @WeekendWitch.