Like Natalie Imbruglia, I was torn. Do I stay at Claridge’s and be fed ice cold champagne by extremely handsome Scottish businessmen OR do I plunge out into the cold rainy darkness to see a plastic doll playing an early electronic instrument? When my spy and his friend began texting me from Sarah Angliss and SpacedogUK’s gig last night at The Horse Hospital, I began to see that the musician and inventor’s celebration of Laika, the Russian space dog who died in orbit 50 years ago, was perhaps a little more ART than NOISE.
True, I am a fan of the theremin, the world’s first electronic instrument – the one responsible for making those eerie noises on films like The Day The Earth Stood Still – but when you get a text saying, ‘She just came out and announced a dance – our mouths are open!’ you reconsider one’s options.
The staff at Claridge’s were replenishing snacks with clockwork regularity (unlike The Savoy, which is, believe me, slipping way down the pike in the snack-department). More texts came: ‘She’s playing Mad World on the bells, Get Carter, Telstar… and oh my God, it’s all out of tune!’
So the moral of this story is this: when you have the lure of a theremin-playing plastic baby, you should know that most of the people who are going to show up to such a show are going to be art people who are going to show up to such a show with other art people who go to art things to applaud the art things so other people can come to their art things and applaud… And would you choose a plastic baby over a champagne-pouring Sean Connery-in-the-60s lookee-likee? How this sporran ended up in my pocket, I haven’t a clue…
Exhibit A: ‘Theremin Baby’