On Bjork and Musicals

Oh Bjork.

You are awesome. We saw the Icelandic superhero at the Hammersmith Apollo, which I learned has more tube stations than most of Greater London. She was incredible, and there are probably many, many better reviews out there that explain the gig in detail, but suffice to say it was worth the price of admission. She wore pom-pom’s, and a little part of my was so excited I may have yelped.

She did songs from her new album, Volta, but also from the whole back catalogue. Highlights would have to have been ‘Unravel‘ and ‘Joga‘, and for a little person she has lungs of steel. Honestly, she was hitting notes that would have scared puppies (in a good way - puppies are clearly the lame) and dancing like a mad person. She finished the set with the much controversial track ‘Declare Independance’, which she famously shouted ‘Tibet! Tibet!’ before playing in China, although this time it was a wordless introduction. Still, with glitter falling from the roof, the sentiment was not lost.

Monday night Lauren and I went to see Avenue Q, which had been described to me as Sesame Street meet Family Guy, meets porn. (Which there will not be a link to, obviously) It was awesome, a great, poignant story, a slew of brilliant jokes, and some cringe-worthy songs like ‘Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist’ and ‘The Internet Is For Porn’. It was written with Jeff Whitty, who famously got into a big row with Jay Leno over some gay comments he made.

And that was my week.