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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 15:19:48 GMT -5
Nice nearly sunset pic taken from the front gate of where we were staying.
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Post by breakerfall on Dec 12, 2008 16:08:51 GMT -5
Foz, don't forget to mention that breathtaking rendition of Every Rose Has It's Thorn.....What a set closer I mean seriously, who saw that coming? Mark Lanegan is a genius
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:10:19 GMT -5
And then when he launched into If I Could Turn Back Time during the encore.....amazing!
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Post by breakerfall on Dec 12, 2008 16:13:17 GMT -5
yeah, I got a bit concerned when those sailors started to wheel on the canons but what a performance. I should have had more faith
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:14:09 GMT -5
It was a surprise to see that Mark can totally get away with that outfit, too.
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 16:16:15 GMT -5
And then when he launched into If I Could Turn Back Time during the encore.....amazing! I'd forgotten about that conversation. I have images once more of Cher at home in her mankini, astride her cannon-shaped sofa while she watched Loose Women...
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:16:54 GMT -5
And what a bargain - only £49.96!
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 16:20:58 GMT -5
4 easy monthly installments, too.
Like most of Cher in that respect. Although I suspect that she's had more than four installations over the years.
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Post by breakerfall on Dec 12, 2008 16:21:38 GMT -5
I've bought 2, you can't not at that price
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:22:28 GMT -5
It appears I didn't get a picture of the benches - they were too quick for me.
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 16:36:08 GMT -5
Bexhill-on-Sea. A lovely, but odd place. It's a bit like Hitchcock's The Birds but with benches with people's names on them instead of seagulls. And a crazy golf course that was more clinically depressed than actually crazy. But what the place certainly does have is a beautiful venue for the arts, which was the setting for this show. So, on with the surprises.
Surprise 1: The appearance of ex-Eastender Francis Magee (Claire's real Dad, Liam. Boo! Hiss! etc! Well, it is Christmas) in the audience.
Surprise 2: The support act. The Miserable Rich were astonishingly good. Baroque is a word that has once more become a bit hip in a world with Fleet Foxes in it, and I guess that this lot will also be painted with the same folky brush. Beards will no doubt also be mentioned. But there's a bit more of a modern pop sensibility to The Miserable Rich's beautifully-orchestrated stylings than the more antique sounds of Seattle's 19th-Century musical Waltons. The frontman is incredibly confident and engaging, and the audience were completely into it. And it's not often that support slots can try for a bit of audience participation and get away with it, least of all with the sort of idiotic grins that we were all pulling. This certainly won't be the last time I see them, and if there's any justice, then this won't be the last time that you'l hear about them. Something very special indeed.
And then it was time for the main act (which wasn't surprise number 3 for anyone still paying attention). The set performed was similar (almost identical) to the performances of earlier in the year, but the band this time around had a much more airy and light touch to the subject matter - Honey Child What Can I Do? in particular coming across almost like a Belle and Sebastian number. The overall sound was really good, lighting was - even by Lanegan standards - incredibly minimal, and it all could have come across as being a bit, well, workmanlike. That is, if it wasn't for Surprise 3!: The chemistry between the main performers was an absolute joy to watch, and made each song really come alive. Constant sideways looks at each other and an ease of delivery of their songs certainly warmed the audience, but the clincher was Isobel's almost constant attempts to make Mark laugh, which I'm happy to report worked wonderfully - it's not often that you see him having to dab his eyes with a towel after an especially prolonged bout during (Do You Wanna) Come Walk With Me? although this was not an isolated incident. Although he did seem to get his own back during an especially excellent Wedding Dress (the bass sound during this was amazing), when he left Isobel and the band hanging for absolutely ages until he decided to start singing again.
Bonus points however were lost when Creeping Coastline of Lights wasn't dedicated to Eastbourne, whose very own creeping coastline was visible from the rear of the venue, but that's just me being picky. Overall, it was another great set from these two, and it was genuinely charming to see people enjoying each others' company and allowing the rest of us to laugh along. A great show in a great venue.
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:41:11 GMT -5
That's great, Foz. I see no mention of next week's washing, though.....
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 16:42:38 GMT -5
Some things are best left unsaid
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Post by breakerfall on Dec 12, 2008 16:47:27 GMT -5
Awwww thats beautiful, not bad considering you lost your notes I really did have a lovely time and I haven't giggled that much in ages....also no mention of the amorous couple in front, altho frankly i'm feeling a little queasy just thinking about them
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 16:49:26 GMT -5
Haha I'd forgotten about them two. It looked like he was trying to tune her buttocks to the BBC World Service.
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 16:54:28 GMT -5
I loved watching her getting excited about the songs and starting to sing along, but she didn't seem to know any of the words!
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 12, 2008 17:03:16 GMT -5
To be fair, she was being put off a fair bit. "Who Built the WHOA! Cut your thumbnails once in a while, wouldya?"
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Post by thalia on Dec 12, 2008 17:08:00 GMT -5
Ewwwwww.
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Post by dimples... on Dec 13, 2008 10:36:56 GMT -5
Bexhill-on-Sea. A lovely, but odd place. It's a bit like Hitchcock's The Birds but with benches with people's names on them instead of seagulls. And a crazy golf course that was more clinically depressed than actually crazy. But what the place certainly does have is a beautiful venue for the arts, which was the setting for this show. So, on with the surprises.
Surprise 1: The appearance of ex-Eastender Francis Magee (Claire's real Dad, Liam. Boo! Hiss! etc! Well, it is Christmas) in the audience.
Surprise 2: The support act. The Miserable Rich were astonishingly good. Baroque is a word that has once more become a bit hip in a world with Fleet Foxes in it, and I guess that this lot will also be painted with the same folky brush. Beards will no doubt also be mentioned. But there's a bit more of a modern pop sensibility to The Miserable Rich's beautifully-orchestrated stylings than the more antique sounds of Seattle's 19th-Century musical Waltons. The frontman is incredibly confident and engaging, and the audience were completely into it. And it's not often that support slots can try for a bit of audience participation and get away with it, least of all with the sort of idiotic grins that we were all pulling. This certainly won't be the last time I see them, and if there's any justice, then this won't be the last time that you'l hear about them. Something very special indeed.
And then it was time for the main act (which wasn't surprise number 3 for anyone still paying attention). The set performed was similar (almost identical) to the performances of earlier in the year, but the band this time around had a much more airy and light touch to the subject matter - Honey Child What Can I Do? in particular coming across almost like a Belle and Sebastian number. The overall sound was really good, lighting was - even by Lanegan standards - incredibly minimal, and it all could have come across as being a bit, well, workmanlike. That is, if it wasn't for Surprise 3!: The chemistry between the main performers was an absolute joy to watch, and made each song really come alive. Constant sideways looks at each other and an ease of delivery of their songs certainly warmed the audience, but the clincher was Isobel's almost constant attempts to make Mark laugh, which I'm happy to report worked wonderfully - it's not often that you see him having to dab his eyes with a towel after an especially prolonged bout during (Do You Wanna) Come Walk With Me? although this was not an isolated incident. Although he did seem to get his own back during an especially excellent Wedding Dress (the bass sound during this was amazing), when he left Isobel and the band hanging for absolutely ages until he decided to start singing again.
Bonus points however were lost when Creeping Coastline of Lights wasn't dedicated to Eastbourne, whose very own creeping coastline was visible from the rear of the venue, but that's just me being picky. Overall, it was another great set from these two, and it was genuinely charming to see people enjoying each others' company and allowing the rest of us to laugh along. A great show in a great venue. I see...so you pretty much just moped about missing us the rest of the time...
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 13, 2008 10:49:07 GMT -5
Well technically we weren't missing you as we could get the board on our phones so could see what everyone was up to (disappointingly, it has to be said, not much)
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Post by Shoesh on Dec 13, 2008 10:59:11 GMT -5
we were all here waiting to hear from you guys
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 13, 2008 11:22:53 GMT -5
You have no idea how much swearing was going on while I was trying to post something. The same amount of swearing will no doubt happen again when I get my cellphone bill.
Note for future Bexhill Bashes* - the Pavillion has free WiFi. The Cheese Scones were a bit dry though, although the tea was lovely.
*Because there will be more
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 13, 2008 11:32:54 GMT -5
I knew I'd seen that fireplace in the Pilgrim's Rest somewhere before... Howl's Moving Castle
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Post by Zantar on Dec 15, 2008 15:38:16 GMT -5
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Post by manintheshadows on Dec 15, 2008 15:44:58 GMT -5
Ah! Thalia told me to write down the bit about the big pointy heels, which I did. I then lost the bit of paper with that on, and I forgot. And now I've remembered.
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