Showing posts with label Sydney Opera House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sydney Opera House. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2026

FRAN LEBOWITZ: the ultimate New Yorker

Fran Lebowitz is one of a kind. She is the ultimate New Yorker. She is sharp and witty. She is an International Treasure. The New York Times called her the modern day Dorothy Parker, and as a fan of both I concur.

I first came across Fran many decades ago when I was introduced to Vanity Fair by my friend Nolene. She was seemingly always in it, in photos at some cool event or writing an article or essay. Her satire drew me in. She began as a writer, writing columns for many cool NY publications. People loved her, she loved writing and authors, becoming friendly with many great writers like James Baldwin and Toni Morrison. But in the mid 90s she developed writers block and nothing since, but this morphed into the interview and talking circuit, which I think she is far more entertaining. And she knows it!

When I saw she was doing a spoken tour and performing at the Opera House, I had to go. I convinced Andrew to go on the back of she pushes boundaries - his favourite thing - and then gave him heaps of clips, immediate fan of course!

So we were excited about seeing Fran, and a little intimidated as we had second row seats. But Fran didn't seem like someone to pick on the audience. And she wasn't.

Now, I do not have a single photo, she famously is a bit of a luddite so I didn't want to upset her by trying to take photos and midway she did say to someone - don't point that thing at me and waggled her finger, it was kind of funny, but I wouldn't have wanted to be on the end of that!

The show was simple, 90+ minutes of Fran talking about stuff, and answering questions. The first 30 minutes was an in conversation with the wonderful Louise Adler. Louise, publishing doyen, and sadly the director of the Adelaide Writers' Week who stood down after the debacle earlier this year. She was the perfect partner for this early part of the show.

She stuck mostly to biographical questions. So we got to listen to Fran talk about her childhood and family - challenging and a little but naughty. Also about her schooling, often expelled and ending up in New York at an early age. A lover of literature and reading, she told a great story about accompanying Toni Morrison and others to Stockholm in 1993 when Toni won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature. 

Louise bid her farewell, and left Fran to move to a podium, DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF US!!!!!! There she had an ipad (which she used hilariously and in her curmudgeonly way) that had questions the audience had sent via QR code.

We had a perfect view of her and her body language and facial expressions. Fran uses her hands in a really interesting way, wringing them, and pointing her finger to emphasise certain points. She also shakes them to almost extract a particular point. It is difficult to describe, but when you see her talking live next, observe! She also continually adjusted her glasses, unsure if that was a thing or just a problem on the night.

It would be amiss of me not to describe her outfit before continuing too. She is such a fashion critic, about what people should and shouldn't wear. She is in her jeans phase, good solid denim, with legs folded up as she is short, worn with brown cowboy boots, a plaid shirt and a jacket. She makes it work and it suits her fine.

Now this section of answering questions she really shone. She was definitely enjoying herself with Louise, but she really came into her own here. In fact, she was meant to spend about an hour on this but went well and truly over time, which we loved.  There was a lot of questions about politics and Trump, which she gleefully answered. She has famously said the only good thing to come of Trump being president is it got him out of New York. Prior to that she always said everyone in New York hated him, especially those in real estate, which she added, imagine having the lowest of the low - real estate - thinking poorly of you! She calls him many things, but basically she says he is dumb.

She answered all the questions with wit and that dry, sardonic tongue. She also added on thoughts she wanted to pass on. One was younger people coming and asking her questions about their life, and her general response is I don't care what you do, why should I care? And this is Fran, unfiltered and incredibly sure of her own thoughts, even if they may seem a little out of step with the general trends. She is her own person, and has always been. She also has a wonderful, clipped, lyrical way of speaking.

She ended the evening with a great anecdote, walking through Washington Square Park one evening recently alone and a larger threatening looking man was walking towards her and she was worried, then some mice ran by and she jumped, he commented fiercely, don't worry about mouses. Now, she had no moment to think, and simply responded, Mice! He was excuse me? She said strongly and vehemently, the plural of mouse is mice! Grammar matters people!!!

And that is pure Fran. It is difficult to try and replicate her comments and commentary. It was great. But her wit is so singular to try would be ridiculous.

We loved the evening, and were in fits of laughter or nodding wildly with her words and ideals. We did notice some people leaving in that last 40 minutes or so, which we found rude and churlish, she didn't seem to care. It was a lot of the US and politics, but that is the focus of the world right now, hearing from someone right in the middle of it all was exactly what we needed.

We both went away, loving her even more than we already did!

This is how close we were:



Here is the trailer for the series she did with Martin Scorsese, Pretend it's a City!
I actually have a copy, but yet to watch it, I am saving it for a special occasion!
But it will give you a little piece of Fran!





Saturday, May 9, 2026

Les is more: everyone is searching for the meaning of life - TISM at Sydney Opera House!

The last time I saw TISM was in 1994 at The Big Day Out (Soundgarden, Ramones, and Bjork headlining!) They played on The Horden stage and I had no idea what to expect and they blew my mind! It was a wild show, I stayed near the back, my bf at the time right up front grabbing the guys as they surfed the crowd and mucked about with everyone! I loved their costumes, all black in this instance with the classic face mask. 

I was thrilled when the Opera House show was announced. Andrew is also a huge fan, but those first tickets sold our fast and we missed out. We were amused by the venue, Sydney Opera House seemed a little high brow for TISM but that added to the attraction, when the second show came up we were lucky enough to get seats...phew! Friends also got tickets to the same show, so this added to the excitement.

Leading up to the show we were talking about it, but couldn't believe the amount of blank faces when we mentioned TISM. Some people immediately were wow that's amazing, whilst most needed who they were to be explained...which is not difficult but you do sound a little odd.

After a great meal at Circular Quay, Whalebridge - highly recommend - we headed to the Opera House. We had already seen a huge group of the TISM fanclub walking towards the venue, dressed from tuxedos to TISM masks and tracky daks, they were shouting and clapping, 'TISM are wankers' - this perfectly set the tone for the evening.



I love shows at Sydney Opera House, it is always a thrill that never wears thin. It is a stunning venue. We had good seats, the final row of the first section towards the middle. Andrew did very well with these. The anticipation of a show, watching everyone file in is another thrill I will never tire of. The crowd was a mix of young and old, hip and bogan, such is the pull of TISM.

After the wonderful Welcome to Country that the House does so well, things started.

Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber played, we were at the Opera House after all including some TISM songs, and then a choir walked on to the stage - The Sydney University Madrigal Society and sung a beautifully executed operatic version of Philiip Glass's Arse. They were accompanied by Eugene de la Hot Croix Bun on the Opera House organ!




As they were finishing the boys (well they would be in their 50s and 60s now) came out in the most spectacular outfits. Large black smock type dresses with a tall pointy silver hat looking a little like the sails of the Opera, or a bishop or the KKK...so you know, on message!







And we went straight into (He'll Never Be An) Ol' Man River - or as it is also know, I'm on the drug, I'm on the drug...that killed River Phoenix.


It's a fave and it has one of the most prophetic lines in musical lyrics:

"Now I'm bored and there's no stopping

I need another celeb to fill a coffin

Where'll I get my next drug action?

Odds on it'll be Michael Jackson"

With this we were on our feet and dancing and singing/shouting. The crowd were loving the night, it was a buzz. Probably one of the best crowds we have been in for a long time.

During this Ron Hitler-Barassi 'fell' into the crowd and seemed to struggle to get up and when he finally surfaced he was only partially dressed and his hat was gone, and now placed firmly on the head of a happy punter - this happened the night previous, so part of the gig, but still fun!





There was plenty of crowd surfing, antics, hilarity, and everyone was just loving it.

Punk, rock, political, silly, quirky and utterly mesmerising. With them doing their usual dance moves for each song, they always had stamina, but at their age, they were fighting fit!





About halfway through large puppet sized versions of their outfits came out and added to the spectacle on stage.





On more than one occasion Humphrey B Flaubert crowd surfed all the way to the back, and we got to get up close and personal with him.







For such an anti-establishment band, playing the Opera House was laden with a lot of irony. They had a huge crew looking after them as they moved throughout the audience.

After playing Machievelli and the Four Seasons, we got best hits and deep cuts until the show ended after 80 mins. Exactly as you wished and hoped!

We danced, we laughed, we sang!!

This was a concert for the ages, and we all left on a high! 





Setlist

Adagio for Strings, Op. 11 - Samuel Barber

Into with Jung Talent Time, Garbage, All Homeboys are Dickheads

Philip Glass's Arse - Sydney University Madrigal Society

The Art/Income Dialectic - Eugene on the Opera House organ

(He'll Never Be An) Ol' Man River

Russia

Diatribe

Garbage

Lose Your Delusion II

All Homeboys Are Dickheads

!UOY Sevol Natas

What Nationality is Les Murray?

Saturday Night Palsy

Strictly Loungeroom

Play Mistral for Me

How Do I Love Thee?

I'll 'ave Ya

Jung Talent Time

Greg! The Stop Sign!

Aussiemandias

I'm interested in Apathy

Whatareya?

Encore

Old Skool TISM

Defecate on MY Face

Give Up for Australia

Tuesday, January 10, 2023

DECEMBER DIARY

December went by in a blur!

I started the month at the retirement/farewell of a lovely colleague at Pippys. A good time was had by all.

I did my final radio gig for the year, reviewing Richard E Grant's A Pocketful of Happiness. I always love this gig, and look forward to more in 2023.

Dad has his birthday and we celebrated with a family dinner at the local pub, followed by cake and frivolity.

Because I am still without a car I pared back my social occasions, but the few I had were really enjoyable.

A work dinner at The Bavarian at Charlestown.


Lunch with Jen at Cardiff Bowling Club where we had a great meal prepared by The Blind Chef.

Brunch with Cathy at Poppys which is such a beautiful venue. It is an amazing cafe inside the Garden Centre out at Gateshead of all places. A little piece of paradise tucked away.



Our Belmont team got together, at The Gunyah, to celebrate another successful year.


My gorgeous gals came out to collect me and we had a lovely celebration at Sephardim Tappas. The food was amazing!



The weekend before Christmas I headed to Sydney to meet Andrew and we went to see Nick Cave at the Sydney Opera House. We had a great dinner at Rossini prior to the show and breakfast in the city the following day before heading home for that final week before christmas.




And that week went fast, before I knew it I was at my sister's property for our Christmas Eve tradition, BBQ, snacks, drinks, chats, and a few games of Pool. 



The next day was a blur of presents, breakfast, naps, lunch, collecting Andrew in the late afternoon and then supper at my parents. It was all quite lovely.

My birthday was a quiet affair, a laid back day filled with greetings, love, and a visit from Mary. I felt the love. We headed out for a family dinner at The Gunyah Hotel. Always a great meal.


After a days rest, Andrew and I headed back to Sydney. We visited family and watched tele and napped. 

NYE was quiet but lovely as Andrew prepared a roast, I read my book, and we watched some tele and movies with the fireworks (outside and on tele) finishing the year.


Here are my reviews for December.

Stay tuned for my year wrap up and my lists for 2022.


 

Friday, January 6, 2023

Hand Of God: having your soul touched by Nick and Warren

Nick Cave touring with Warren Ellis?

There is no need to think about that, you know it will be brilliant.

And they were coming to Newcastle at our glorious Civic Theatre. However, it was mid-week, and Andrew and I wanted to see it together so Sydney it was.

The Opera House!

The day of the ticket buying came and it was a shit show, I was something like 10,000th in a queue, or so it seemed. But I scored us tickets, shitty nose-bleed tickets, but tickets all the same. So you gotta be grateful and blessed and all the things the kids say!

When it came to sitting in those seats, all the gratefulness went away and I was bitterly disappointed. I felt I had let us down big time, but Andrew didn't care.


He said he was just happy to see Nick Cave with me.

I should have known better, because as soon as the band graced the stage it felt like you were there in the palm of his hand.




And the sound in the newly renovated concert hall was second to none!

The sound was magnificent in fact.

Now I should admit I have only seen Nick once previously and only a few years ago at that. Yes, I know! 

So I knew to expect brilliance. But this concert was something else.

The energy lifted right up to us at the very back of the theatre like we were much closer than we really were.

The band were tight, Nick sounded amazing and Warren added that particular 'Warrenness' to the event. They were also backed by this wonderful group of 3 gospel singers and their stunning voices lifted everything.


Seeing Nick live is very much a spiritual or religious experience, so the gospel singing really added to that.

I am not religious at all, but a good concert in a great venue is my religion, my church, my spirituality. And some acts are transient, you really feel like you are bowing at the knees of something godly. Nick Cave is one of them.

They opened with The Spinning Song from Ghosteen which I love and it was perfect.


The setlist was mostly songs from the last 2 albums, Ghosteen and Carnage. I love them both so was pretty happy with that. There were a handful of older songs scattered throughout. And songs you wouldn't usually hear. We loved that so much. I love being surprised by a setlist, not knowing what is coming up and thinking YES!

Warren and Nick were playful and had fun, their exchanges full of simpatico and love. They were obviously loving every minute of their performance, which resonated throughout the evening. We laughed a lot, which you wouldn't think of at a Nick Cave concert, but he IS funny.


After a particularly rousing cover of T-Rex's Cosmic Dancer the unthinkable happened.

Nick played my favourite song of his, from my favourite album, The Lyre of Orpheus.

Breathless! 

To my knowledge it is not a song he plays live often, and it has a quirky flute opening, so having Warren there to play it made it all possible.

(Aside: Nick tells the tale of that flute solo in the Red Hand Files, it is a great story. Also Warren did his upmost best to replicate the solo and he did great)

He introduced it saying it was one of his more upbeat songs and everything would be downhill from here so to make the most of it and have a dance.

As soon as Warren started playing that quirky intro I was beside myself. 

It was one of those perfect moments that feeds your soul, and dance I did after squeezing Andrew's arm so strongly I am sure I left marks!

Next up, to counterbalance the joy, was Hand of God. And if we didn't think the concert was spiritual or moving before then ( hint: we did! ), we certainly did now. 

Hand of God is a song only Nick could write and perform. He came out into the audience and waded through the audience like a god walking on water, moving through and touching the audience members with his hand. It was a supreme moment, glorious to watch. It sounds intense and I guess it was but it was also done with irreverence and cheek. And whilst it would have been amazing to be in amongst the audience and 'getting touched' the view we had of it was something else. It was like looking down on some kind of wonderful miracle.






The final song before the encore, Balcony Man, was destined for us up the back too. With Nick amping up all the balcony and top sections, we all felt the love.

After a brief break, they were all back on stage for the fantastic encore. Beginning and ending with songs from Ghosteen, the small list in between was gold. 


The ever wonderful and dark, Henry Lee from The Murder Ballads, with one of the gospel ladies stepping in for PJ. The Weeping Song and Jubilee Street, both faves of mine, and a song he says they have not played live before, a lovely dark ballad from Tender Prey called Watching Alice.





And a few hours after it started, we were making our way out of the beauty that is Sydney Opera House. The privilege of seeing great art in that great building will never tire me.

The music was utterly brilliant, Nick and Warren were god-like, and yet whimsical and amusing, chatty and fun. This will easily end up in my top 5 concerts of all-time.


 Setlist

1. Spinning Song (Ghosteen)

2. Bright Horses (Ghosteen)

3. Night Raid (Ghosteen)

4. Carnage (Carnage)

5. White Elephant (Carnage)

6. Ghosteen (Ghosteen)

7. Lavender Fields (Carnage)

8. Waiting for You (Ghosteen)

9. I Need you (Skeleton Tree)

10. Cosmic Dancer (T Rex cover)

11. Breathless (Lyre of Orpheus)

12. Hand of God (Carnage)

13. Shattered Ground (Carnage)

14. Galleon Ship (Ghosteen)

15. Leviathan (Ghosteen)

16. Balcony Man (Carnage)

Encore:

17. Hollywood (Ghosteen)

18. Henry Lee (Murder Ballads)

19. The Weeping Song (The Good Son)

20. Jubilee Street (Push the Sky Away)

21. Watching Alice (Tender Prey)

22. Ghosteen Speaks (Ghosteen)