Well, we came – again – to Brighton, we saw – again – but did we conquer? Only you can decide, after listening to Collings & Herrin Live Podcast 94, recorded in front of a near-sellout crowd amid tinsel, prizes and Up-style balloons at the tremendous Duke Of York’s Picturehouse, scene of our triumphant first full show in May, a triumph we foolishly hoped to replicate tonight. I’ll be honest, it was an odd crowd. Many seemed on the verge of hysteria. There was, shall we say, an interactive vibe in the air. When Richard did a rendition of a special song, composed at the age of 10, very much pre-enlightenment, the audience went along with it (and indeed cheered to demonstrate their eagerness to hear it) until halfway through the second verse, which, to be honest, was no more shocking than the first verse. There is further juvenilia, including my own primitive, acoustic Profanity App, made in about 1973 and the public debut of Richard’s story The Dectives. Perhaps these tested the patience of the audience and sent them over the edge. Maybe. But that’s the fun of doing these live gigs. I hope the at-home version conveys some of the bizarre atmosphere.
Thanks to Jon and John at the Duke Of York’s, for dressing the stage (“Who designed the stage set?” asked one man, loudly, during the ill-fated Q&A), packing them in, manning the controls and allowing us to run way past midnight, including a signing session at the end for the most devoted participants, many in appropriate t-shirts, and none of whom tried to punch or kill us. Below are some pics taken backstage during the interval, one posted up by Holly aka Project Lumino at our shop (she’s the one in the Mitfords t-shirt), and a really bad one of the audience. A memorable evening, if a decidedly strange one. Thanks again, Brighton, you beguiling and up-for-it boho town.
Plus: here’s one taken by MrJohnRain of my Secret Dancing demonstration from the first half, complete with five, that’s five volunteers, all brilliant. I wish I could have seen it! (I can’t remember all the dancers’ name, so please come forward and claim your glory.)