Day two of the Fringe. Today, we had dinner at Bites of India, before heading back to Clockwork for three more musical acts, interspersed with poetry readings.
First up, Scarlet Grig. Not really my thing. I found her
vocals a bit screechy on the high notes. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the
poetry, but enjoy Andy White’s slot, especially his care instructions for a
small rocky planet. The second musical act was Wonderlux, though it turned out
to be just the singer performing solo. She told us she was performing mostly
new material, but it was all new to us anyway.
Then there was another poetry slot, read by Anita Foxall,
which I didn’t think as good as the first. Finally, Teenage Waitress, which it
turned out was also a solo act. Our favourite of the three musical acts, though
I can’t remember what many of the songs were about, besides for one about a
headless chicken…