Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A Night in the Sugar



Sunday night was amazing. The Sugar Club is advertised on it's website as the most luxurious club in dubland, and I'd well believe it - red velvet curtains, wooden panelling, plush seats, waitress service, a classy joint as they say.

There were some brilliant acts performing. The Appalonia belly dancers with their hypnotic moves were on first. Then a word from Andy Spearman, of Plan, telling us about their work.

Then it was my turn, in the scariest pair of tights I could find - and that wasn't all I was wearing, but anyway - got up. It was weird. The lights were blinding, couldn't watch the audience at all, couldn't really see the reaction, no eye contact possible. They seemed to be listening, the dark shadows that were heads on shoulders didn't move much, but now I know why Bono wears sunglasses. One guy really got my special effects poem, laughing loud and clapping before I was even finished it - (which may go to show - you don't need alcohol to enjoy my poetry - but it helps!) Otherwise people clapped at the right places, I managed to still introduce the poems as if I could see people, and didn't fall off the stage or get the poems too far wrong.


Next up was Magdalene Eve and her band - one of whom told me he liked my poems before he went up, anyway they were lovely, Magdalene was the main woman of the night, being the organiser, yet she was so warm and down to earth on stage, you felt like she'd kind of just decided there and then to get up and give us a few tunes. Really infectious enthusiasm for the cause and some mean harmonica playing.

Then it was Aisling Quinn - with a big band and again a lovely unassuming manner. I have a new respect for how these artists with lights on them still manage to connect with a crowd, I felt like a deer in headlights - Aisling looked like she was having the craic with a bunch of buddies in the pub. Her songs were fab, one involving a typewriter, bicycle bell, and prodigious thumb-in-cheek popping by the multitalented Pearse McGloughlin. Then the Appolonias came on again - with rib rolling moves and fantastic feathers - an act that kept you transfixed.I missed the last 2 bands because I decided to be a sensible person and head home in time for bed - but I'm assured they were fantastic.

Well done to Magdalene Eve for helping such a great charity in such a fun way.

7 comments:

Uiscebot said...

Make the pictures bigger? Are you hiding the tights or something!!?? You're now my 'favourite female poet in tights in a luxury club'. And look the pics have been uploaded without your name underneath - fokkin chauvinists!

Sounds like a great night. No doubt you'll be collared for more.

Niamh B said...

Yes Uisce, any closer and you'd see my remarkable similarity to Spongebob in real life. And thanks for that new title, I think I've found my niche.
Twas a fun night alright...

Totalfeckineejit said...

You are very brave, well done!

Pam said...

Looks like fun. I remember when my husband and I were twenty-somethings,he was invited to work in theatre in Dublin.We had to decline due to holiday work already arranged in the U.S. Wrong move.Taken the other fork in the road and we could still be there today and loving it.Brave you for performing.Nothing quite like the atmosphere in Dublin pubs (though there was one in Sligo came a close second!).

Niamh B said...

Tks TFE - i try - your new little pic beside your comment looks like something from southpark...
And Tks for calling by Pam, is the hubbie still in theatre? (There's not a bad little theatre in Sligo too now that you mention it)

Emerging Writer said...

SOunds Brilliant. am totally jealous, also of tights, also of legs in tights. How did you get the gig?

Niamh B said...

Thanks EW - will lend you the tights anytime!! Stephen James passed my details to Magdalene Eve, who got a few poems off me and liked what she read, so that was it, in brief...