This Friday I had planned to, with Fiona, accompany a friend to Oxford for a few drinks. This was the plan until Thursday when I found out that Mr. B was going to be playing at the
Vaudeville Rave in Reading on the same night. Needless to say I amended my plans accordingly!
It was a really, really good evening and I plan to attend another at some point. The whole experience really reminded me of the
Unfair that I went to when I lived in Halifax. The only difference that really stood out was that at this
Vaudeville Rave everyone was in costume. It was an eclectic mix (trust me, this is not an exaggeration) of gypsy, burlesque, renaissance fair, chap and steam punk.
The evening unfolded along the following lines...
DJ Dubious rocked the party with his Balkan/Swing from the turntables. (I've just realized we heard him play once before at the Global Cafe! It's good to know these guys are all local!)
Our MC for the evening was
Bass6 who's beat boxing was incredible!
The first half of the show was a cabaret including sword swallowing, belly dancing, light bulb eating, unicycling, magic, a very strange contest between 2 fellows who reckoned they could solve a rubics cube faster than their opponent while being distracted by volunteers from the audience, and various other acts.
Following the cabaret the chairs facing the stage were removed and the music began. The first group was
Tankus the Henge followed by the main act
Mr. B, The Gentleman Rhymer (you've already been
introduced). I bumped into him in the clutter of people in front of the washrooms. I tapped him on the back before I realized I didn't really have anything to say to him, so I just shook his hand, said that I wanted to say hello, and then said I wouldn't keep him as I knew where he was heading. Smooth aren't I?
The next band was
Sam and the Womp who blended Balkan and Dubstep with outstanding results. It was during their set that we bumped into Gentleman Jeeves who invited Fiona and I backstage for a cup of tea. We had a choice of Jasmin or Darjeeling. I chose Darjeeling but should really have chosen Jasmin as there was no milk on offer. Behind us was a 4 poster bed upon which people were jumping. It was all very surreal and only compounded by the fact that the entrance to the back of stage area was just next to a croquet field where ladies and gents were competing.
At this point it was 3ish in the morning and Fiona and I decided (in light of the fact that all of our friends had already departed) that we would head home. That meant we missed the last act
Dutty Moonshine who I'm sure was excellent.
And that was our evening! Since the carnaval in Dunkerque there's been a lot of occasions for costumes! I'm going to put some serious thought into the possibility of establishing one of my own!
I've recently happened across an interested article on Treehugger.com about our attitudes towards meat in the industrialised world. I've included at little snippet of the article here, on Colour Circus, but if you're interested enough to read the rest of the article, you can click here.
