The jazz, which I tend to associate with lazy Sunday mornings, could be better here at Manchester International Festival Pavilion.
The young singer called upon to reinterpret Tori Amos’s Cornflake Girl sounds like a cat having its tail pulled. The band, Jendaa, opened their original work with a wail that left the audience embarrassed and have a tendency to loose their way in the music.
Anyway. As the photo shows, Manchester may currently be Britain’s driest city.
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Katharine and I were lucky enough to score some free tickets to the public dress rehearsal of Monkey: Journey to the West last night, which must rank as Manchester’s most anticipated arts event ever. It opens and is the jewel in the crown of the Manchester International Festival, the world’s first international festival of original, new work.
About ten years ago Manchester had a festival sponsored by Boddingtons, but in truth few events were created especially for that. If you happened to be doing a bit of theatre or comedy anyway while that festival was on, they’d happily include you in the programme. This is radically different, very serious, adventurous and brave. Getting people to go to new work is not easy. When I was promoting pub theatre all the critics turned up for the work by new writers and devoted acres of newsprint to us. But the theatre going public stayed at home. Then we put on some classic Stoppard and sold out, with far less publicity.
I can’t show you any pics from the show, which is a great shame given that this is a most grand spectacle. But I can show you BBC Arts Supremo Alan Yentob whose presence, with documentary crew, tells us this is a Big Thing. Yentob’s Imagine blog has much more, including video, interviews et cetera. I’m not such a great celebrity watcher, but nobody could miss Su Pollard who sat directly behind us and behaved as if the Hi-De-Hi! cameras were still rolling. Bless her, if you are so inclined.
Anyway. What of Monkey: Journey to the West itself. I guess you know it’s an opera composed by Damon Albarn and designed by Jamie Hewlett who also created some fantastic animated sequences that blend seamlessly with the live action thanks to the great skill of director and adapter Chen Shi-Zheng. That stage action is a breathtaking circus that showcases the contortionists’ talents and includes plenty of flying.
It really shouldn’t work because so much has been thrown into the pot you’d think it would trip over itself. But we do get a proper story told through a character driven narrative and with some truly spectacular fight scenes. Monkey himself is a most unpleasant character well beyond cheeky – catchphrase: ‘I’m going to beat you to death!’ – who gets what he wants by sheer brute force. But then Tripitaka, the monk who rescues and joins him on his journey is such a wimp… Pigsy could have been borrowed from the Wizard of Oz. Oh yeah, there’s comedy too!
Here’s some light relief from earlier today, a Manchester choir whose name I didn’t catch getting into (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher, first a UK hit for Jackie Wilson in May 1969, when it reached number 11 in the hit parade.
It was these guys job to calm us all down after the excitement of the deputy leadership ballot and prepare us for Tony Blair MC, who introduced Big Gordie. Would you believe some people smirked at the back…? It was a little surreal.
Gordon Brown has opened his premiership by promoting the housing minister to the cabinet. And local authorities will be free to participate in house building, albeit in partnership with others.
It’s long overdue. Housing affects us all and Thatcher’s legacy — right to buy and a ban on new local authority building — has created a shortage of social housing tolerated for too long.
As his theme Gordon chose Reef’s Place Your Hands; a vast improvement on James Blunt, but I’m not sure. There are religious overtones and the lyric — ‘put your hands up, put your hands up’ — could be misinterpreted.
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The jazz, which I tend to associate with lazy Sunday mornings, could be better here at Manchester International Festival Pavilion.
