I'm on a mailing list for a local burlesque troupe, and last week won free tickets to the High Society Ball at the Regal Ballroom in Northcote.
"Kewl!" methinks. On the playlist were The Wagons (always worth a see), Bob Log the third (had never seen but heard was kinda funny), Legends of Motorsport (one Dan had heard were good) and various burlesque acts throughout the night. We went along, relishing the fact that everyone else was paying $34. The venue is awesome, a grand old ballroom. If I were a wedding type of person, it would be a cool place to do a thing like that. The Wagons were up first, and they were excellent, as usual. Then there was a tap-dancer, who I think was probably fairly good, but given that all I could see was the back of tall people's heads, I'll have to trust that what my ears heard was capable tap-dancing. Then the night began to slide downhill. The utterly inept DJ filled in the gaps between acts, and the patrons gave it a red hot go at ignoring his shoddy work and had a bit of a boogie, but then Legends of Motorsport came on and the fledgling mood of the night just leaked away with the thrash and scream of punk. Now, their music isn't my cup of tea, so I can't really criticise it given that it just aint my genre of choice, but it seemed so out of keeping with the proposed vibe of the night, and judging by the number of people who legged it out to the bar where it was slightly less painfully loud, that was the majority opinion. Finally they finished and we all trooped back in hopefully, where we waited and waited for the next burlesque act to start. When the work experience DJ cocked up the burlesque dancer's music for the tenth time (I shit you not) and she cracked it and left, Dan and I looked at each other and knew that the evening was drawing to a close for us. We pushed on a bit longer, but come 12ish we'd had enough. All I can say is, thank christ the tickets were free. I think we'd have had some 'give us our money back' argy bargy if they hadn't been.
Gift horses, eh? Sometimes they shit on your foot when you're not looking!
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What a bummer, NSC is usually a cool venue though! I have to say also, burlesque shows aren't too much fun when you can't see anything. Does that make me a pervert? Did Bob Log do the 'boob-scotch'? I haven't been to see a live band in nearly 3 months...i'm starved!
Forgive me my stupid comments, I am on crack.
Hope all is well.
You're right... one goes to a burlesque show to see norgs with tassles and frilly pants - I like it as much as the next straight gal!
And as for boob-scotch...well oddly enough the refrain from that song (boooooob scotch, put your boob in my scotch *heard on my bro's itunes*) was the reason we stuck around to see Bob Log, although he wierded us out too badly to stick around for it! Despite my penchant for girlies in frills and tassles (or perhaps, these days, because of it. You know when burlesque features in the Herald Sun weekend mag that it has gone mainstream) I think I am actually a bit conservative!
Hope travels are faring well! Hello Marika!
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