After a lovely night off it was back into the fray tonight for another week of shows.
Tonight’s show was always gonna be a special one, because it was signed by my lovely interpreter Catherine King, who had made the trek all the way down from Glasgow for the show. After a pre-show meal and a great old chin-wag, we walked on stage and encountered a truly fascinating crowd.
A quick random chat to various people found a tennis coach, a pilot, a security guard and a man calling himself a “sparkie”. (The Aussies in the crowd knew that was an electrician, the others worked it out)
I brought them all onstage and took a photo, to see if my twitter followers could work out which guy did which job:
For those of you playing at home, the correct answer is: Sparkie, Tennis Coach, Security Guard, Pilot (It’s the sequel to Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy)
While trying to write the tweet and condense it do 140 characters, I was criticised by an audience member for my twitter technique. I asked him what he did for a living, and he replied “I’m a singer”
I said “Are you in a band?”
He said “yes”
I said “What is the name of the band?”
He said “We’re called The Overtones”
Then two women in the front row squealed.
I’ll be honest, my first thought was “Holy crap, Feargal Sharkey’s kept himself nice” before I remembered Feargal Sharkey was the lead singer of The Undertones.
I asked the two girls if they were fans, and they clearly were. I asked what type of music these young kids are into, and they said The Overtones are a vocal harmony group. In fact, one of the girls said that she had an Overtones CD on her iPod, and that she once listened to it every day for a month.
I was, and still am, a little amazed that a singer of a vocal harmony group was in the crowd on the same night as a young lady who listened to their album every day for a month. I brought him to the stage, and had intended for him to serenade her with her favourite Overtones tune, Gambling Man, but he said he only knew the bass line. So her asked her up to do a duet.
And she nailed it.
It was actually a lovely moment, and I have to give full thanks to Lachie from The Overtones for making it very special.
It was around this point that I decided we should aim to end the show by combining the talents of Lachie with the numbers of our interesting jobs people, and finish up with a five part vocal harmony. I asked the audience for a song that they would all know, and Happy Birthday was suggested. I then found two people in the crowd whose birthday it is today, and I had my finale.
Not, however, before finding a New Zealand man in the crowd. No big deal you may say, until I asked where he was from.
He replied “Whakatane”.
Again, you may say no big deal, until I tell you that Whakatane is pronounced “Fuk-a-tar-nee”.
If that wasn’t enough, he then told us that in Afrikaans, “Fuk-a-tar-nee” means “go have sex with your Auntie”
It is at this point I’d like to remind you there was a sign interpreter on stage, whose job it is to interpret everything that is said during the show. Which means that lovely Catherine had travelled all the way from Scotland to sign the phrase “Go have sex with your Auntie”
It was then time to call the newly formed vocal group back to the stage to perform Happy Birthday, although not before Lachie promised to send an Overtones-signed birthday card to the second of the ladies in the front row, who is celebrating her birthday this week.
We then joined in a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday for Alistair and Donna, an event that was seemingly filmed by most people in the audience. I filmed it for Donna and promised to upload it to youtube, but in case I can’t manage it, I’d be very grateful if someone else from the show could do it, and post the link as a comment to this blog.
So, there you have it – another standard run-of-the-mill night, that just happened to feature a sign interpreter, a tennis coach, a pilot, a sparkie, a security guard, a member of a vocal harmony group, two massive fans of that vocal harmony group, and a guy from a town that translates into Afrikaans as “go have sex with your Auntie”.
Yep, people are fascinating.