Last night I went to see
Daniel Kitson at the Lincoln Drill Hall. The gig was rescheduled from the 27th of June, when Daniel apparently couldn't get to the venue because of flooding, a likely story. It was worrying at 8pm then, that we were told Daniel wasn't feeling well and may not be able to perform. Sympathy should have been the response, but instead there were whispers of, "hmmpf waste of a babysitter". Twenty minutes later we were told by the duty manager that Daniel was going to make a start, and see how he got on.
Daniel was very poorly, he had a terrible migraine, which you could feel from the fifth row. He had a bucket brought onstage, and there were a couple of times it looked like he might need to use it. He said we’d be able to tell people when asked about the gig, "it was ill".
It was also brilliant. Though he had to sit down from 90% of the show and he decided to skip an interval (he was worried if he went off stage he might not come back on) and he spent a lot of the time rubbing one of his eyes, or perhaps because of these things, he has confirmed his place as my favourite live stand-up.
The show is called
'It's the Fireworks Talking' and it's ostensibly about the melancholy euphoria of seeing fireworks, putting the first footprints in the snow or staring up at the stars. This may sound terribly mawkish, but it's far from sentimental. Kitson's world view is both cynical and yet full of childlike wonder. He will tell us none of us have ever had a unique thought, but you know he really believes he's special. And he is special. Everytime I've seen him his performance has been better, there were touches of Woody Allen in last night's performance that really made my night. His routine is very clever, interesting, extremely funny and occasionally rather moving. This was the most complete show I've seen him do, and I'd agree with him that it's the best thing he's done in his career so far. The only criticism I have is that it was a touch long. He did about 15 minutes of unrehearsed stuff about his train ride down and getting his migraine, which was utterly brilliant and better than most people could manage with a script, then he did the hour and a half show without the interval, and as he got sidetracked (migraine stuff) a few times, it ended up being two hours. Which is a long time without a break, no matter how brilliant you are.
I also now know that Kitson has kissed 43 girls (paltry at 30) and that he has them saved as a word document called 'the list.doc'.
I have also stolen the phrase...
"Sometimes loving someone means letting them go, sometimes being friendly means shutting the fuck up and reading a book like everyone else."
On Sunday I saw
Josie Long's Edinburgh Preview, the name of which escapes me...
'Trying is Good', I think. Josie is as likeable a stage presence as ever, anyone who doesn't want to spend time in her company has a heart as black as tar. The show was OK, some stuff worked very well, but it felt flabby and she still can't provide the belly laughs of someone like Kitson. Talking to Josie afterwards, she thought it went much worse than it actually did. She's got a lot of work to do before Edinburgh, but there's a very good streamlined show in there somewhere. And hey, even if she doesn't manage it, people will still go and enjoy their time watching her, because Josie is Josie.
Go and see Daniel Kitson. Or, if you're a lazy cunt, you can listen to some of his older material via your computing device
here. I saw that show last year, it was brilliant. Did I mention I think Kitson's brilliant? Brilliant.