Tuesday, April 12, 2011

I'm being crippled by the arts

Financially, I mean. I haven't tripped over a Henry Moore.

The problem is theatre. I'm a bit addicted, I have discovered. I'm totally blaming my parents, for not only introducing me to the medium as a child but also buying me membership to some of capital's best stages. Membership means advance booking. Which means cheap tickets (cheaper than cinema, often).

And my mates. Who either work in theatre, near theatre or like the theatre. Bastards.

And probably the better class of critics too, who keep telling me about the stuff I'd really like to see.

So far this year I've been to nine theatrical productions. I have another two this week. And a few more lined up after Easter*. Cheap seats and all, but it adds up. I looked at my bank account last week and nearly had a conniption. Oopsie.

Of course, I am extremely lucky and fortunate to have anywhere near this kind of access to "the arts"** - which are incredibly valuable, both culturally and eocnomically. I am horrified by the depth of the cuts to the culture scene in the UK. It's madness and must be ended***. It's too the detriment of our existence. Art (drama included) is one of the ways we make sense of the world, and by doing that, we move ourselves forward.

But so much other really important stuff is being cut back on - fairly pointlessly - that it's difficult to direct enough anger in one direction at once.

Yeah I know. I sound pompous. But even if I'm a bit poorer in one sense (because of my poor financial management skillz), I'm certainly richer in others.

I value the arts, is what I'm saying, really.

(And also I need to find a way of making money from this. Where's my column in the Independent on Sunday?! Tsk.)


* Sorry, the Royal Wedding Bank Holiday Eve.

** Well it's what they call it on Radio 4...

*** Sound the long-standing crush klaxon. I was watching Howard's End for all the wrong reasons.

12 comments:

Michael said...

I agree with so much that you say, but then (a) I think it's self-evident, (b) I'm one of the people to blame for dragging you hither and thither, (c) I'm a little disoriented as your blog seems to have vanished and been replaced by a chill-out room or a hallucinatory sequence from a late-1970s telefantasy series.

Boz said...

We are moments away from the whole thing being replaced (via dream sequence style fade) by Fenella Fielding lit entirely by blue lamps, telling you to explore your psyche...

Michael said...

There is no point in my life that couldn't be improved by you poking your head round the door and saying that.

Old Cheeser said...

Hi Boz, love the new look blog! Incidentally I'm so sorry I hardly ever comment on your blog these days, but I do still stop by and read it! Honest! Wow, sooo much theatre going on in your life, daaaarling. What productions hast thou been and seen, then? Last weekend I went to the Whitstable Playhouse, in Kent and saw an amauteur dramatic production called "Night Must Fall". Maybe pales in comparison next to the stuff you've viewed. Then again I do think a lot of West End stuff is overrated and with am dram productions they do sometime work harder to make it more enjoyable and "cutting edge"...

Hope life is treating you good.

Old Cheeser aka Simon

Boz said...

Scream! Cheeser! Hallo!

Yeah - you are wise. Sometimes the more experimental end of stuff is a lot more exciting than just another production of the same old same old. I'm a big fan of shoddiness in general, really.

Michael said...

I love shoddiness, too. Under The Moon Of Love. Those coats. Doesn't one of them run a pub now?

Old Cheeser said...

True! As someone now into their 40s, I feel the word "shoddy" applies rather well to myself, ha ha...

What plays did you do and see recently then?

Michael said...

Because it was like "Shawaddywaddy", you know? Sounds a bit like. That's what I was doing. That.

Annie said...

I know what you mean. I used to pooh-pooh theatre because I liked the cinema so much, but I'm getting into it now I'm a grownup. It's much more exciting when it's good. The Red Shoes (Kneehigh at the Battersea Arts Centre) really rocked my world, couldn't stop thinking about it for weeks.

Previews are a bit cheaper, I've found. Also there's the Audience Club, for £25 you get access to cheap tickets, though you have to be able to go that day/week...
http://www.theaudienceclub.com/

DanProject76 said...

I know how you feel but my weakness is more in the DVD box set and graphic novels genre.... everybody needs their arts though.

westendwhingers said...

"Class"?

Boz said...

WEW: I didn't specify my starting point..