Back to the Roundhouse last night. Still very much over the dilatory event structure, but it did seem a bit more fitting for fey, sinuous rock god (as we now somehow have to see him) Mike Hadreas, in what he claimed was the biggest show he’s ever played.
It was fucking great — as was Laurie, eventually, btw — and the explosive performances of My Body and especially Otherside will stay with me a long time. I mean, hopefully.
Jesus Fucking Christ I despise this event format.
Notionally in the queue for Laurie Anderson at the Roundhouse. Actually at a pub in Belsize Park — that queue ain’t going anywhere anytime soon and I have a reserved seat, so fuck that nonsense. But turns out finding a decent spot for a glass of wine in Camden on a Saturday night is a fool’s errand. It’s a sorry state of affairs.
I say something like this every time, but it’s true every time: NDT’s dancers are fucking incredible.
“At least my lot fuck up on an epic scale.”