Artspace Gallery, Thu 16 Jun
Hail Mary Mother of Fruit – this was a strange one. If this sentence has no connection with the one before it don’t worry. I’m not a very good writer anyway. Hue Blanes hyperlinks his way through this show via a seemingly random series of nodes (call it stream of consciousness if you like). But, of course, they’re not random because he chose to order them this way. American presidents remind him of yodelling. Think of Vladimir Putin and what comes to mind? Well ragtime of course. And he actually plays it very well. Hue, that is, not Vladimir.
I’m reminded that there is a Cabaret Fringe… It was like those abstract paintings you look at and think ‘I could do that’. But you couldn’t because you can’t play the piano as good as Hue can. Add some absurd theatre about Tibetan cheese (is food the new religion?), and a couple of silly hats. The end of the world eventually comes along – 97% of us are doomed. But we rebuild. The environment was stuffed anyway. Sing another song. Play a few recorded messages from my phone. I don’t get out much. I wonder what’s on TV… better than trying to write a decent review. Think I’ll click on another hyperlink before things get too heavy.
It was melancholy. Was there method in the melancholy? Not sure. See what you think. I laughed a bit. It would make a good YouTube video.
Hue Blanes And The Moon continues at Artspace Gallery, Adelaide Festival Centre, at various times until Sat 18 Jun.
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Image courtesy of Wik
Maybe I was the wrong audience? Maybe many of us were? If you want to see someone who can really pull off this kind of vulnerable melancholy performance, might I suggest you seek out the likes of Stuart Bowden.
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