Rock opera7/9/2023 musical theater!,” Manger wrote on Instagram. “I’ve been busy putting the final touches on our Space Opera, we’ve been simultaneously reimagining the OG Hot Air Balloon for …. ![]() Alex Bechtel served as musical director and handled arrangements for the upcoming production. The Very Moon is created by Jon Gutwillig, who had a major hand in the original work and features music by Gutwillig, Nicholas Schmidle and Aron Manger. The work will be presented for the first time as a workshop performance at FringeArts in Philadelphia on May 13. If you’re going to make a comedy musical about the surreal wasteland of the Nineties, go full Blobby or go home.Today, the Disco Biscuits took to social media to share they’ve been working on a reimaged version of their 1999 Space Opera Hot Air Balloon for musical theatre, retitled as The Very Moon. Without silliness and surprises, everything inevitably feels a little telegraphed. We all know the story: the beats, the jokes. A Tony Blair rock opera, after all, must be very stupid and very wacky. This is all deeply stupid of course – and yet, if all of the show had been this stupid, they might have been able to achieve a kind of giddy delirium and bludgeon the audience into submission with absurdity. I do think it might be a kind of perverse genius to make Saddam Hussein inexplicably from old New York, having him barrel around the stage huffing on a cigar and singing “I’ve never done anything wrong”. The second half starts better: Osama bin Laden singing “Kill the Infidel” like it’s a number from Grease has a certain “What on Earth am I doing here?” thrill to it. It may be that this is as funny as a rock opera about Tony Blair can be. Science and Technical Research and Development.Infrastructure Management - Transport, Utilities.Information Services, Statistics, Records, Archives.Information and Communications Technology.HR, Training and Organisational Development.Health - Medical and Nursing Management.Facility / Grounds Management and Maintenance.When it is mentioned that Blair led the country into four wars, the man sitting in front of me grunted with acknowledgement. ![]() Certainly the dad contingent of the audience seemed to be having a good time. I have to admit that this would probably be a huge laugh if you had eight to 12 pints beforehand and took your dad, although the same could probably be said of the aquarium or a hardware shop. The friend I took along turned to me at one stage, as Gordon Brown sang about macroeconomics with his trousers around his ankles for some reason, and whispered “help” with the desperation of someone seeking rescue from the bottom of a well. Sitting through such a thing for two hours, less so. The idea of a rock opera about the Blair years written by Harry Hill called Tony!? Funny. Unfortunately, this is one of those instances in which the concept is funnier than the execution. ![]() Here begins the life and times of Britain’s “pop prime minister”. From here, we wind back: one of the suits mounts the bed, wailing in birthing pains, and from beneath her a head pops out, wearing Blair’s signature empty smile. Surrounded by an ensemble cast in suits and New Labour-red ties, he lies on his death bed, looking back on his life.
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