A decade ago, I saw a novelty Australian Bluegrass Band in Galway. They were from Oz and were called Sensitive New Age Cowpersons.

From the festival website:

Four Australian cowpokes who suffuse bluegrass,country and other types of roots music with solid dollops of wit and japery, the Sensitive New Age Cowpersons skewer all the cliches of country while cooking up a sizzling dish of red-hot bluegrass. They sing the most unlikely songs in the most inappropriate styles and, thanks to brilliant musicianship and comic genius, pull it off every time. They cover everything from AC/DC to Elvis to Hendrix and offer up their own post-modern, ideologically sound country songs too.

They did a great set and at one point even riffed along to some mobile phone interference breaking through on the PA.

I must have overly waxed lyrical about it because Karen recently bought me Hayseed Dixie-Let there be Rockgrass. for my Birthday. (You can hear a couple of tracks here).

Sorry Hayseeds, SNAC were better…

(If you’ve got itunes, click here to visit the Australian itunes store and hear 30 second snippets from their “other people’s greatest hits” album.

#1 is Newcastle Theatre Royal,
#2 is Newcastle City Hall, and…
#3 is Newcastle Paramount Theatre.

Blog posts here & here, buckets of photos, here, here and here.

A large colour mini-newspaper arrived at home yesterday, a Searchlight special shining a light on un-pleasantries about the BNP and beyond.

There is something a bit rum about this. On the surface it looks Ok (it even has Alan Sugar and Leona endorsing it, along with the Daily Mirror, and…

Amicus Unison T&G TSSA GMB RMT BECTU ANGU

Musicians Union National Union of Mineworkers Connect Usdaw.

(A quick cut & paste from hopenotmate.org.uk, I couldn’t be bothered to transfer all the graphics).

So, an extreme but legitimate “right wing” party constrained by election law can be challenged by a rather oddball collective of extreme “left wing” communist anti-facist facists (with tacit Government support from gordon Brown and Colin Challen) and the Electoral Commission can’t do anything about it.

This is a snapshot of a rather splendid (local artist) print of the Theatre Royal in Grey Street, Newcastle, that my parents bought me as a Christmas present in the 80s. It is of great sentimental value to me as it is one of my favourite buildings, another “Matchless Matcham” Masterpiece. It hangs in the lounge and has been in all of my houses in pride of place. Let me tell you why it has such special memories to me.

I took a break from my rock & roll venue crew lifestyle in late December 1975 to have a go in live Theatre. It wasn’t a great loss to Rock & Roll- we had a resident Circus (starring Planet of the Apes, no less!) at the City Hall. (I found a poster on ebay- not from Newcastle but the same show!)

I was well known at Newcastle Royal to Ernie Savage (the chief LX) and Andy Kent (the Deputy), having called there intermittently since I had been 14 to scrounge gel (colour filter) and get tantalising tours backstage. I bumped into them in town one day just after school had broken up and they offered me a casual job as a showman, OP (Opposite Prompt, i.e. Stage Right) Electrician for the Panto. The show was Robinson Crusoe and the headline act was Mike & Bernie Winters (& Schnorbitz, of course).

The show itself was a really easy one to work, with only half a dozen cues. In act one, I was handed a plug from Ernie straight after a pyro flash had gone off, had to coil the cable up, step out onto the stage and hand it to the PS (prompt side- i.e. stage left) electrician behind the ship set. I always got a kick out of this- I could see all of the audience in the auditorium (on four levels) but they couldn’t see me as they had been momentarily dazzled by the flash going off.

For the second half, an old wing mounted spotlight (a Strand Electric Pageant) was focussed for cross lighting then later on it was re-focussed (& re-coloured) onto some treasure for the pre-Finalé scene. I remember nearly coming a cropper one show by moving the light a bit too early before the stagehands had cleared one of the 18′ flats (side wing scenery pieces) when we got in each other’s way. There wasn’t much room stage right and I was just being overly keen.

Being on the payroll was a transformation- previously I had been a nuisance to the doorman, now I was waved in and got to sign the staff book. We were technically meant to be in the building by “the half” (which is 35 minutes before showtime) but in practise they could cope as I was subject to the vagrancy of the buses.

By theatrical illusions were shattered on the second day, however, when Ernie spied me in the half, gave me a plunger and asked me to go up to the Male Chorus Dressing room!

I was paid £1.97 for a Matinée and £2.02 for an evening performance- 5p for “anti-social hours. After about a week working the shows, the Number 3 came up to me about ten minutes into a show and asked “Can you work a Lime?“. It turned out that one of the follow-sput operators had a death in the family and was on a compassionate leave.

My trip up to the stage left (audience right) gallery slips was a bit of a let down. Instead of a Patt 765 CSI as used in the City Hall, there was a rather old Patt. 93N complete with bakelite tumbler switch and a piece of card for dimming. I was told that I had to be aware of two things- I couldn’t cover downstage left and the other lime couldn’t cover downstage right so we needed to swap beams if the turns went right down there (e.g. to the stairs to rescue children for the singalongs). Other than that, there was only one scene where the limes needed to be tight- a ballet scene in front of a gauze where it was important to keep the beam off the gause to not spoil the transformation scene. We also needed to keep the limes off for the UV puppet scene, of course.

The benefirt of working front of house is that you get to see the show and working a big chunk of a season you get to see all the funny bits where the actors muck up and corpse. Before too long, I had to go back to school again (and the proper lime boy came back). However, I managed to do every Wednesday afternoon Matinée for the rest of the run as I had a free period (even if I had to sneak out of school and run for the bus!)

I was invited to a cracking end of run party at the Theatre and also an unofficial joint one with the cast & crew of the Sunderland Empire Panto (which was unfortunately a bit of a flop, even though Mike Winters turned up to support it).

Ernie suggested a casual job for me as relief board operator for Andy (working their hi-tech new MMS located in the Royal Box) but I had to supposedly knuckle down to my A levels, although I kept on working City Hall shows. Had I gone to Newcastle Poly as planned, that would probably have come to fruition, but that is another story.

P.S. David was hoping to meet Schnorbitz but he ended up meeting with Schnorbaby instead.