Showing posts with label Total Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Total Football. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Liquid Composition (Red Note @ Summerhall)


Classical composition is a funny old game. While there are no easy scores at this level, Red Note's Elbow Room attempts to show that the ensemble can give it 110% on a muggy night in Edinburgh. A concert of two halves, with composer in residence Thomas Butler working his socks off for two compositions, Elbow Room is a great advert for the medium.

Thanks, Gary. Now we have our panel of experts putting in a few hours before the World Cup begins. Alan, what did you make of the first piece, My Life in Ventriloquism?

Not the strongest of starts, Ron: a bit like watching one of those Brazilian flair players doing keepy-uppies for eleven minutes. Just one man (Yann Ghiro) and his clarinet: for a big lad, he's good with his fingers. But, at the end of the day, Butler's score never looked like putting one in the onion bag. But I think Gary might disagree...

Ghiro's got a cultured set of lips and this is deliberately composed to show him off at his best - or any other clarinet player. Butler out a good shift in, testing the range of the instrument. The clarinet has all the possession and I'd say Butler's score has a good engine.

Not so much squeaky bum time as squeaky instrument time. 

Well, thank you Ron, and I am glad you managed not to say anything racist there. But moving onto the Elbow Room, Butler's new work...
second piece,

He really sets out his stall early doors for this: if Philip Glass had composed it, we'd be raving about it for days. It's right out of the top drawer, a mash-up of intriguing visuals and a steady, consistent style.

On paper, it's a more interesting piece, but you don't play classical music on paper. Now, it tells the story of Glasgow's redevelopment through archive film and a steady, minimalist pulse...

I think we need to take it one movement at a time. It's a potential banana skin, that minimalist comparison. It reminded me more of Kraftwerk or the German 'motorik' bands, like Neu, filtered through a classical ensemble.

Robert Irvine's cello was crucial: he's a top top player.But all we want from composers is consistency, and it ended up being a real concert of two halves.

You've already said that one. There or thereabouts. It is schoolboy illustration of the video, really, giving a romantic, if you will, reflection on these dodgy propaganda numbers from Glasgow Corporations past. This composition needs a goal, a bit of focus. I felt the ensemble parked the bus early and turned in a solid performance.

The real winner tonight was the clarinet, Ron.

















Tuesday, 12 February 2013

COME ON YOU HORNS

I love football.

I went to my first match in about twenty years over Christmas (I was the guest of the rather wonderful Ian Smithson, who re-introduced me to Watford FC, the team of my childhood). Apart from my sudden transition into critical mode (I was so focussed on the continental skills of the midfield, I could not speak), I reacquainted myself with the joy of sport.

As a child, I followed Watford from division four to the FA Cup final. It was Roy of The Rovers stuff: same old story, team from nowhere. Plus we had Luther Blissett, who would give his name to an Italian anarchist collective. It was difficult to care about other teams after seeing this happen. However, under their new manager, Watford have become a "champagne football" side, and I am back on the terraces.

Only the terraces don't exist. Luckily, I went to school with Ian Grant, who is one of the most talented football writers of my generation. 


I am even luckier. Just as I get back into football, Ridiculusmus are coming to the Tron with Total Football. It's theatre. It's about the beautiful game. David Woods and Jon Haynes are bringing the game to the stage.

In a show that better last ninety minutes, they cover the big questions. "immortality, happiness and why England always lose."

I think they might want to think about the last question when they perform in Scotland. They might be getting cheers for tears there. 

Anyway, Ridiculusmus has been going since 1992 , having experienced as many line up changes as Watford in their glory days. The Times, which knows about insanity, praised them for "making work that is both innovative and bonkers."

Of course, this isn't just about football (anymore than football is about kicking a ball about). It's about identity, national pride, big business and the quest for meaning. And they are going to explain the off-side rule. Frankly, the referee in that match at Christmas could do with the refresher...