Threes

Sometimes things come along in threes. It works with celebrity deaths, natural disasters, break ups in relationships and in my personal experience there’s a good chance not two buses will turn up but three of them, and all three will be full, stink of shit, or have a crazy man in the back screaming a conspiracy theory about cameras in shower heads. The rule applied to gigs, or concerts, or shows this week for me too, as my recent void of musical and comedy gigs was replaced by a trilogy of them.

Chris Rea
He has appeared on this blog a few times, and is known by some of readers as my guilty pleasure. I grew up on his (pop/soft/easy listening) rock that he writes, and it plays a significant part in my musical history. Seeing as I had seen him a long time ago, and as my father correctly put it, “Your musical tastes have changed somewhat” I decided it pertinent to go and see the man put on his latest tour. It was good – I struggled to find someone to come along though, having not really considered the trouble as a stumbling block, and coerced Steve into going with the promise of beer. Technically, he was brilliant, but it wasn’t my musical taste. It might have never been. I’m not sure what Steve expected but he was pretty amused by the middle aged audience and in particular one man who got so involved he almost smacked his closest neighbour with the back of his hand during a particularly big sweeping clap.

The Twilight Sad
I’ve seen the Twilight Sad three times previously, and once in the hovel that is Sleazy’s in Glasgow, so I knew what to expect and I knew I’d enjoy it. I didn’t expect it to be so devoid of emotion though – the crowd had no part in that for once, as notorious as Aberdeen crowds are, it wasn’t the crowd’s fault. Indeed, it seemed to be the sound of the venue – not for me to be able to honestly say it was a bad sound, but if I notice it (a total non-technical opinion of it) seemed to certify the set up and mixing by the crew as a poor set up or, as I suspect, a shit speaker system by the owners of the place. Not that great – I mean it was good, but noticeably worse than I remembered.

Frankie Boyle
The Mock the Week star (as some would put it) controversially spoke a lot about Downs Syndrome, Gays, Madeline McCann, Baby P, and Michael Jackson. He made a few funny jokes about these subjects, but as is the point of his show and his general schtick, it was more about what he did say rather than what was implied. Whereas other comedians may have a deft of touch and a slight slant on these subjects, Boyle just seemed to be pointing out everything non-politically correct about them and then seeing the reaction he got. I don’t know if I like that, it seems very cheap and easy comedy. He seemed to use the show just to say stuff that had been cut out of his TV appearances, even admitting it and having a section that just repeated retroactively jokes cut from the shows. Uninspired was my reaction. Don’t get me wrong, he is funny, and it’s fun to see reactions of people to some really tasteless jokes (like the about putting three tickets behind the box office at one of his gigs under the name Kate and Jerry McCann) but mostly I was more impressed by the Canadian support act, Craig Campbell, who gleefully poked fun at Canadians, the Scottish, and it seemed to point squarely at that it might be more my style of comedy.