Monday 14 June 2010

Make me smile

On the one hand I would seriously recommend against going to see Ben Stiller's new film...Greenberg. Two hours of unadulterated drivel. I should have learned my lesson that if you don't like the actor in the lead role, then you're not going to like the film. In the same way, I spend my life avoiding Tom Hanks films. I was recently persuaded that this was absurd, so I should try Saving Private Ryan. Having sat through the film, I wished they left him to the Germans. So I'm back into, if I don't like the main character, I'm going to avoid the film. Please support me.

As you can gather, I didn't sleep so well last night, and it is Monday morning.

On the other hand, when I was a lad, I did enjoy the likes of Slade, Sweet, T-Rex, Mud and so on. I wasn't so keen on Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel, but they did have a few good hits. And I'm one for a good pop tune. Friends asked us if we'd like to go and see Steve Harley last week, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Why not?". The night before we spent the evening on You Tube trying to remember all those Steve Harley songs which have long been forgotten and found such gems as Judy Teen, Mr Raffles, Here comes the Sun (yes, yes, I know it wasn't his originally, but he does sing it pretty damned well) and of course Come Up and make Me Smile. Along we trotted to Shepherds Bush to listen for a couple of hours. And what a cracking couple of hours it was. New, songs, old songs sung with energy, enthusiasm and gusto...he clearly loves to be on the stage. And it was nice that for once I was the youngest in the audience rather than the oldest.

Only one mystery. By the end of the '70's he was definitely as bald as Elton John. And now he has a full head of hair. How can that be?

Another evening's pleasure has been to see the extraordinary Money by Shunt. It's pretty hard to interactive performance about why people are motivated by speculation...of the money kind. That totally undersells it, and if you have an evening free, chance an arm and go along and see's on in dear Bermondsey Street for the rest of June...and if you're passing I'll buy you a pint in The Garrison before you get shunted into place by Banksy-esque policemen with their pretty balloons. The boy was given a Mars Bar as part of the performance , "An indulgent choice youn man" which he scoffed down in one mouthful...I'd have treasured it until it was rotten myself.

MONEY BY SHUNT from Susanne Dietz on Vimeo.

And here's the mad, mad, song that got us all going....

Money from Susanne Dietz on Vimeo.

It can be found at