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Latest amazement at the Sydney Opera House Playhouse is Gaff Aff.
This will be the shortest review in the Pig’s Arms. A cardboard cutout life ?
Dance, gymnastics, slapstick, mime and deep social commentary with scratching DJ. The wonderful Zimmermann and de Perrot.
It was (for Sydney Opera House – where the parking costs $32 an evening – and there’s no alternative), amazingly inexpensive at $25 a seat.
Stunning – go if you can – otherwise here’s a video summary:
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
I think I’ve been spending too much time in the middle east; I’ve become a philistine!
Sorry Emmjay, but I don’t understand this kind of theatre; I think it’s probably ‘Eyebrow’ theatre… Way over the head of a simple bluesman like yours truly!
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No, don’t feel out-depthed, T2.
It’s the sort of thing that creeps up on you. I often sit there thinking “Yeah…. and” or “WTF ?” until something happens and the penny drops. Mostly it’s FM asking the right question 🙂 . Let me give you an example. In the clip he opens a door and sits on his briefcase. It was not in the play – it was in the clip that I got the fact that he was commuting to work on the metro train. Uh …. Der …..
So that’s how it goes for me, T2. Often I have to swirl it around a bit to get the gist. That’s what makes it worthwhile.
Like the blues, it’s not just about a man losing his wife and then his dog runs away….. Well, it IS, but plus some other stuff too 🙂
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That reminds me… something I found on the blues website that I’ve been intending to post here; you’ve just reminded me…
Okay… you’ve persuaded me to have another go at watching the vid; maybe this time I’ll have enough patience to watch it all the way through. Perhaps it suffers somewhat from being taken out of context…?
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Surely with parking at $ 32.- the 401 bus at a couple of dollars a pop from East Balmain or even a shared cab would be better. Aren’t there special buses for the Opera House?
Of course, sitting in a bus is far more relaxing than driving trying to find parking with lots of hoons and two fingers up, somehow lowering the tone of the evening.
The ferry is by far the best and most romantic form of public transport option if you live anywhere near a ferry wharf. I think Warrigal had some kind of handy ploy going when it came to parking at the opera house. Was it to do with checking technical issues or something to do with the cast? I have forgotten.
We are totally emersed in a world of parking trailers and unloading chairs, forks and knives, potplants,milk-crates and books, endless trips up and down. Milo is looking a bit bewildered but the Optus Yes Fusion is working here as well with instant connection without a hitch. It’s all a bit of an Opera here as well.
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That was great Emm, and only $25 a ticket. I’ve got two trips to the Opera House in the next month to see one or two of the Algernoninas perform and I’m paying more than $25 a ticket. The parkings a pain though at $32 as you say there’s no alternative.
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Alge, we always took a bus or a ferry to Opera House when we lived in Balmain.
Are you going to one of those school concerts, I remember attending some of those.
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If I lived in Balmain I might consider those options. Public transport however at that hour for us is up to 2 hours the car around 20 minutes.
One visit is a school spectacular the other is a choir and not related any school activity. Both are in the concert hall. For the second there will be seven in the car.
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I haven’t seen a performance or concert for so long I had persuaded myself that it didn’t even matter. Sigh. I haven’t seen a film since I last took an airplane with one. Last December. Sigh. I want to go to the Opera House.
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Each time I have seen this reference when I am reading this and that, I have skipped it, Lehan. Dinkum. It reminds me of a place called Pacific Drive.
I come back instead of continuing past this time. No heroism intended coming back I think to say. It’s feels less scary than I have ordinarily experienced.
I need to know I think. Will there be an answer from that distance far away. What was the name of the movie you viewed in December, Lehan when you last took a plane?
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Such a long way away. My mind balks to consider the virtual closeness or otherwise of what was all impossibly far once.
Pacific Drive was a place my daughter lived and I went to visit her to only find a cottage in a field (she was at the market buying for our evening meal). The door creaked and opened when I tested it. Such beauty met my eye. There was only electricity connected to the address-there was no television, entertainment hall, movie theatre, we shared an interior that reflected its isolation. I miss that place. I miss the view of walking to the arterial road and the breakers of the Pacific rolled onto the beach and cliffs below.
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That was bloody fantastic, Emmjay!
Stunning, indeed! And Hilariarse! Talk about a hard day at the office!
Beats the bleeding dildo out of Hyloft!
Thanks enormously!
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It certainly does, ‘Mou. These guys were so incredibly talented and well-timed, it was difficult to believe they could bring it off.
People were laughing. Probably because it was seeing themselves …. on speed.
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Amazing
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On speed, you say?
There must be something wrong with me. I thought I was seeing myself on a bottle of tranquilisers!
No, no, on speed is right, or maybe on a couple of cups of coffee.
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I couldn’t help but recall Atomou’s quoting Dickens from ‘The Tale of Two Cities’ the other day when he [Dickens] in that introduction wrote the only way the time [the epoch] could be presented was by ‘the superlative degree of comparisons only’.
I am put in mind of my one experience of kabuki theatre when I attended during an Adelaide Festival in the latter period of the 70s. When the performance began the theatre was not well attended, but when it finished it was close to emptied. Attendees progressively left, I supposed because watching the performance was an act of forebearance it was so slow. I loved it.
Making myself watch this as originally I gave up in poor light and confused what was happening on stage, I nevertheless feel again during this close viewing as I did when I first tried to watch and appreciate it, the memory in my consciousness of kabuki theatre as I saw it performed when I was young.
If I was not viewing it intensely and critically I would have been likely moved to an extravagant height of excitement at the images presented and especially by the design, people seeking to demonstrate/describe the human will seeking physical and creative mastery over/within the intransigence, routine, inevitability of their lifestyle complete with accompaniment soundscape (I am a bit here and there about the device of the turntable. I don’t know whether I am jealous not having previously considered that use or tad twisted in view of how long Sandy Shoe has been away from a turntable of the ilk. Eat my heart out. Poke my eye out with my biro. I’m off to a day which is possibly nobler for having viewed this vid. Thanks Emm. )
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I was referring to making myself watch this vid. when I wrote above ‘Making myself watch this as originally I gave up in poor light and confused what was happening on stage…’ 🙂
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Thank you for the considered comment, ‘Show. You’re most welcome.
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