Here Lies Love...

So taken was I with seeing Here Lies Love at the Dorfman Theatre on London's glitzy South Bank the other week I went back again on Friday. And Saturday.

This time I was in the pit so dancing (and occasionally singing) along with the show. I loved it even more second time around and by the third time even some of the technical staff had begun to recognise me!

David Byrne and Fat Boy Slim have written a genius disco musical and I hope after it's sold out run transfers to the West End.

Here Lies Love...

What's that you say? A musical about Imelda Marcos? A DISCO musical about Imelda Marcos? A disco musical about Imelda Marcos written by David Byrne and Fat Boy Slim at The National Theatre's new Dorfman Theatre? Set in a Studio 54 style night club? With flashing lights, a giant disco-ball, non-stop dancing, podia that twirl and slide and glide across the auditorium and banging tunes that stick in your head like earworms? We were so there.

Who cares if there is no reference to her shoes? Who cares if politics takes a bit of a back seat? The audience were clapping, singing, and dancing along. Well, we simply loved it. 

Sadly it's sold out for the rest of it's three month run so let's hope for a West End transfer.

More Songs about Buildings and Food...

I've been thinking about Talking Heads today. Don't know why. Just reminiscing I guess. Fear Of Music, Remain In Light and More Songs About Buildings and Food are three of my favourite albums. After buying each one I played them to death. At the time they were a soundtrack to my life. Shame that Talking Heads kind of fizzled artistically after that. The other related album that never left my record player of that era was David Byrne and Brian Eno's My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts. Unparalleled to this day. Exorcism to a disco beat. Where have all the good albums gone I wonder?