Yes, I know, damning with faint praise and taking a cheap shot all in one go. But when I came
home from my travels, a good friend suggested I take photos around the city as
interesting as the European snapshots I’d been sharing via Facebook.
Now when it comes to PR I’m good, I’m very good, and I’ve
had some challenges in my career (a day to arrange a media event on the top of
the Sydney Harbour Bridge for its 75th anniversary and find someone
born the same year it opened for an energetic bridge climb? Tick!) but I feared
this could be be my Waterloo.
It’s not that Canberra doesn’t have a nightlife or culture.
It’s just that on a weeknight these things can be a bit hard to find. Scottish
comedian Danny Bhoy summed it up earlier this year when he performed here on a
Thursday night. “The biggest laugh I’ve had all day was from the stage hands,
when I asked where we were going for dinner after the show.”
But, always game for a challenge I’ve started scouring the
what’s on guides for new and previously unknown events to take part in.
Which is how I came to drag BFFs MattyHari and Captain Kangaroo
along to The Front Café and Gallery in Lyneham to hear a Gypsy swing band from
Melbourne, La Mauvaise Reputation, http://www.lamauvaisereputationband.com/fr_home.cfm
I do love The Front, it has a good line up of acoustic acts
that they get to perform, shock/horror, on school nights. It’s a fairly small
venue so it fills up quickly, and it usually doesn’t take long for the audience
to get into the spirit.
La Mauvaise Reputation had a good reception tonight and
there was plenty of clapping and foot stamping to accompany the double bass and
guitar in French Chanson versions of Edith Piaf, Serge Gainsbourg and Charles
Trenet. It was so vibrant and lively and the crowd so enthusiastic that for a
while I thought I’d stumbled back to the bars of Paris (as opposed to stumbling
from the bars of Paris as I was doing nary a few months ago).
It was brilliant seeing the audience getting into it, and
again I don’t want to give the impression that Canberra audiences are
unresponsive. It’s just that here in Canberra I’ve witnessed some
excruciatingly lame audience interactions.
Like in 2008 during a stand-up performance by British comedian Bill Bailey. Visiting Canberra eight or so months after Kevin Rudd swept to victory with the Kevin07 slogan, Bill Bailey was being gently mocking about the name Kevin lacking a certain gravitas.
Like in 2008 during a stand-up performance by British comedian Bill Bailey. Visiting Canberra eight or so months after Kevin Rudd swept to victory with the Kevin07 slogan, Bill Bailey was being gently mocking about the name Kevin lacking a certain gravitas.
“Kevin07, gone in 11,” yelled out some socio-political thinker
from the back rows. While the rest of the audience squirmed in acute
embarrassment at this example of parochial commentary, Bill Bailey took it in
his stride and got the night back on track, moving on to tell us about his
experiences of ASBO culture in London. Pausing to ask if we knew what it meant,
he asked what it was called here. “We call them youths!” yelled out the
self-proclaimed wit (I’d preface that word with ‘half’ or, more fitting, ‘f*ck’), and this
time his neighbours practically stifled him to prevent any more biting satire.
People of Canberra, I issue this plea, put a bit of EFFORT
into your heckles. We can attract world-class comedians to our town, but we
want them to come back.
And as for that Kevin07 heckle, in hindsight it’s STILL
neither funny or prophetic.
So back to tonight’s gig, La Mauvaise Reputation ended with
a song about a metro-ticket collector. As Paul the lead singer explained it for
those of us who don’t understand French, I had the chance to relive for
MattyHari one of my greatest moments in Paris. “See it’s just like that lovely Parisienne metro officer who thought I was 25 and was going to charge me the
student rate,” I stage-whispered to her with pride.
“And the song goes on to say how the ticket-collector goes
mad,” Paul continued to the audience.
“But that’s not like my ticket collector,” I quickly assured
MattyHari. “He was perfectly sane.”
“Of course he was darling,” she replied soothingly. “Now be
quiet and let the nice man sing his song.”
I went to see Eddie Izzard tonight at the Canberra Theatre, and there was yet another lame-arse heckle. Eddie poured gentle ridicule on him, encouraging him to improve the timing, content and tone of his heckles.
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