Milking It
A good number of belly-laughs at the City Halls last night as we watched All The Milkman's Children perform in front of family and friends and, more importantly, a very trendy-looking CÖ÷²¥´óÐã executive who had come up from London to watch the kids in action. I sat next to the grandmother of one of the teenagers who proudly boasted that his talent came from her side of the family.
The acoustics in the Recital Room are perfect for piano recitals, but not so good for comedy. Every word seemed to bounce off the walls and ceiling. Afterwards, I went into a little side-room where our audio engineers were sitting surrounded by mixing desks and laptops. They let me hear what had been recorded, which sounded fine and a lot clearer than it had been for the live audience. It seems we might need some carpets and curtains if we're to use this room during the next month.
I was too late to grab a photograph of all four performers, but producer Margaret-Anne Docherty posed with the three boys and managed to keep her composure in the middle of the all the 'comedy faces'.
