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[reverancepavane]

Off to see Aluka at the Grace Emily tonight (along with local bands The Honey Pies and Oh Minor, about whom I know nothing). Aluka are an a capella trio, two of whom are the backing singers for Clare Bowditch and the New Slang (and who played before a very uncaring crowd at a very poor venue [for a capella] the last time they were in Adelaide). Show is free and theoretically runs from 8 - 11pm. Tempted to grab a lamb pie from the nearby Uighur restaurant before the show. Tomorrow I might wend my way to Adelaide Uni to visit O'Week and see what some friends are doing (and see what the current state of some of the clubs are since compulsory student unionism was abolished by a previous government). And if I am feeling OK after doing that, grab some tickets to see Rachel Richard III.

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[dalmeny]

Hope you feel well tomorrow, regardless of whether you join us at Richard III.

[reverancepavane.livejournal.com]

I did get a bit coughy at the Aluka gig, but I discovered that was someone nearby who had on one of those perfumes that are the reason I avoid the ground floor of department stores like the plague. I detest short chain aromatics. [But not as much as I detest epoxy resins.] Didn't quite have the energy to make it back home in one journey, but I'm not in too bad a state. However tomorrow will tell. One hopes you enjoyed Sticks, Stomes and Broken Bones. Did the ninja win?

[reverancepavane.livejournal.com]

Plague seems better but disease has done me in and I need my day off to recover from yesterday. Enjoy the show!

[dalmeny]

The human won against the puppet. I'm not sure which one (or both) was the ninja.

You didn't miss much by staying home for Richard III, which was pretty amateur. Tonight I went to Slavery to Star Trek which, while not particularly polished, contained many great true stories.

[reverancepavane.livejournal.com]

Well, since the common term for a "ninja" is shinobi (or shadow-warrior), I suspect I was referring to the shadow puppet. <grin> I wonder if it is something about the Armoury gardens. The last play I saw there was excruciatingly bad too. In the very amateur sense (and not for the love of it). Then again with most amateur amateur theatre the established friendships often get in the way when the director really should get quite brutal about a performance (especially in cutting the dead wood from the play). Oh well. I am tempted by the Mothers of Shakespeare at the Bakehouse though. Actually Slavery to Star Trek was something I almost saw last night. I was looking around for something to see whilst my regular Tuesday group of friends went to see Spaceship Man, and finally decided that going to see an old Sound & Fury alumni put on a cowboy show was appropriate, in this circumstance. But that was after seriously considering StST. Although, speaking of ninja, if I still had the friends with shinobi shozoku (the "traditional" ninja costume that actually grew out of portrayals of ninja in the opera), it would be tempting to get them all to go see The Max and Dagger Show. Although it would really need at least one pirate there as well. [One of their songs was Coboys Are Cooler Than Ninjas.]