I am the locust god
One of my earliest musical comedy moments (and one I still find myself grinning stupidly at when repeated) was Les Dawson playing the piano just one key out. I’ve been told many times (by those that know about such things) that this is an incredibly hard thing to do and for that reason it has my further admiration.
So I’m not saying that Bill Bailey is the 21st Century Dawson, but his brand of musical comedy (and the surreal musings that fill the gaps between the notes) produces both laughs and envy.
Tonight at the cavernous M.E.N. arena we get Immanuel Kant’s ‘categorical imperative’ to the Match of the Day theme tune, an EMO ditty entitled ‘Blood on your panini’, a jazz version of ‘The Imperial March’ and the always brilliant ‘Love Song’. However, I saved my biggest cheer for his quip, ‘God, jazz is shit’.
He also managed to ruin the Killer’s ‘All these things that I’ve done’ by changing the breakdown chant of “I got soul, but I’m not a soldier” to “I’ve got ham but I’m not a hamster”. Actually, rather that ruin he’s probably enhanced it.
And on the tram home, the guy next to me was reading a programme to something called ‘The Imagined Village’ : apparently a broad collective of folksy types, including Billy Bragg. All I could think about was what would populate Bill Bailey’s imagined village…well there would be badgers, but beyond that I dare not think
Some Mr Bailey: