tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230303500797672836.post1575934077216933457..comments2014-02-18T02:03:22.405+00:00Comments on Write Round the Corner: Beware the Boiled Sweet BrigadeSarah Evanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11622672667980388171noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230303500797672836.post-29932039041524376362011-01-16T14:05:15.719+00:002011-01-16T14:05:15.719+00:00Exactly Kath! That's precisely how I feel!
I ...Exactly Kath! That's precisely how I feel!<br /><br />I went a couple of years ago to a community-devised and performed show in one of the less-priveleged areas of London. It was free, and the audience was, on the whole, made up of people who weren't used to coming to the theatre because financially it was out of their reach. They were I think mostly relatives of the kids who were performing.<br /><br />The first half of the show, which was about the history of their community, was a small orchestra playing tea dance favourites, and I became more and more angry as the musicians were utterly disrespected by the audience, who talked at volume, ate and drank at volume, ignored the performance and barely applauded at the interval.<br /><br />However, in the second act, when their relatives were performing the play they'd devised, and the music was less vintage and the themes were something they recognised and could connect with, they became an entirely different audience. They were so involved and engaged and excited and appreciative that they called out to characters on stage and clapped every time they liked something. They gave a standing ovation at the end. I came away feeling lucky to have been part of something so special.<br /><br />So perhaps some people just choose the wrong things to go and see?!Sarah Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622672667980388171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2230303500797672836.post-15544460633920926932011-01-14T16:24:56.664+00:002011-01-14T16:24:56.664+00:00Sarah, I went to a concert years ago featuring Gri...Sarah, I went to a concert years ago featuring Grieg's Peer Gynt Suite and sat next to a woman who unwrapped a sweet all the way through "Solveig's Song". It was all I could do not to throw her over the balcony.<br /><br />My cousin was in the audience for a performance of "The Dream of Gerontius" I was singing in and told me that the two women she'd sat next to had talked throughout. All I can think is - why come?Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05860509258762155057noreply@blogger.com