In what might be either a psychotic break or a divine revelation, Harry Joy concludes that when he “died” it was not his old life to which he returned, but rather has found himself in Hell.
Assassins is not a conventional narrative musical, to be sure, but it is powerful stuff, with an emotional and intellectual impact not to be underestimated, lurking just below the surface of its outré premise and delightfully gaudy production design.
‘Saving the best til last’ is how the Melbourne International Jazz Festival announced legendary bassist Christian McBride on the festival’s closing night.
The Melbourne International Jazz Festival offered up a treat last Friday: Chris Dave and the Drumhedz. The crowd at 170 Russell was the beanie and baseball cap crowd as opposed to the beret and porkpie hat crowd you see at Jazzlab.
What a treasure Ali McGregor is and sorry we are that this is the end of her time as Artistic Director of the Adelaide Cabaret Festival.
It was the first time I heard a collective pleasurable sigh from an audience after hearing just 8 notes on the piano. I will never hear that song again without remembering that.
The Substation in Newport has an industrial history which has been minimally (and respectfully) refurbished as an art space, that provided the ideal venue for Three Solos.